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A Fucking Investment Ch. 01

By: Contrasting



Welcome to the Fantasy world where money and sexuality do not make everyone crazy and orgasms are common and wonderful. This is a fantasy of seduction and sex, intended to amuse and arouse. This is the setup for 'A Fucking Investment'. Good reading! 

Chapter 1

Setting the Stage

My sister always had her nose in the air. Born, like me, to money she always thought that it made her better than everyone else. I felt I had to work harder to show I deserved it. But her real weakness was not her vanity but her pride. Oh, she was vain but no more than any other woman with great tits and a killer ass. She cursed me when I told her that but with a sort of pride in her voice as she put her nose in the air and stalked away. She insisted that she could make her own way in the world, that she wanted nothing to do with the world of finance and business where my father saw us both fitting in so nicely. He had the empire well divided up to accommodate us both but she spurned it and left it all to me. Since she was older, it made little different since my father was fully capable of carrying on without her till I reached my majority. 

The plane crash that took our parents changed nothing for dear Sharon but it changed everything for me. College graduation was a wake and a funeral and then intense indoctrination into the world my father left in my capable hands. Then came the crash of 2008 which I did not anticipate any more than anyone else. Unlike most everyone else, we were not heavily leveraged nor had we invested heavily in public companies or China. Our businesses were sound but boring and out of debt and being out of debt was the best asset going into 2010. Things stabilized and we, like everyone else waited to see if Europe could pull together to avoid a complete meltdown. I had worked hard for 10 years and was about ready to turn to some much needed down time which for me meant prowling for willing women who did not know I was rich. I always worked hard but my hobby and pastime was seduction. I loved nothing more than seducing a willing woman with the truth about her own sexual passion. I was looking forward to some time off. Then my sister called and my vacation plans changed. 

There is something about the sound of a woman in distress. She was not hysterical but her voice was higher than normal and she talked really fast. By the time my proud sister called me, everything was a shambles. On her instructions, I purchased a 2002 Buick with 140,000 miles on it and went and picked her up. She wanted me to validate her 'friends' impression that she came from nothing. I feared to find her broken and demanding. Instead she opened the garage so I could drive in, closed the door. She pointed to 2 suitcases and got into the car. She did not even invite me inside. 

"Isn't there any more?" I asked? 

"Not that I want." She said, closing the door. I loaded the bags into the trunk and got into the driver's seat. She handed me a clicker for the garage and we drove away. No one had seen my face. That was her only demand. Come get me but do not let anyone see you, she had instructed. Her imperious demands amused me but I was able to follow big sister's instructions without damage to my self-perception. 

The only thing she said when I got into the driver's seat was: "That was perfect. No one saw your face." Then, she turned her face to the window. We drove in silence for a couple hundred miles. My big sister was fierce and stubborn, not really a good combination. Finally, as we neared our land, our home, she said softly. "I want my chance now." 

I was tired from the drive so did not respond. Nor did I see much point in asking for an explanation. There would be time enough for that, when she was ready. 

She did not say anything more till we stopped in front of the house. The front door of the house opened and the downstairs staff looked out at us in the fading afternoon light. They knew not to come out till I opened the door and gestured for them. I did not need staff but employed them for various reasons not the least was to impress associates and to intimidate competitors who visited the mansion. It often worked. 

"I made a mistake. I should have taken daddy up on his offer to be part of the Livingston legacy and worked with you instead of . . . instead of doing what I did. I legally changed my name. I was a nobody to those people and I made them let me into that circle. I wooed Marq and he married me even though I had nothing. We loved each other and then they all turned against me. I want revenge." Then she smiled. "I have a proposition for you. You let me back into the company and I'll let you help me get revenge." When she smiled, I shivered. 

I said cautiously, "Revenge? Why would I want to engage in your plots of revenge?" I ignored the fact that she talked like she was offering something in trade when she had nothing. It was not till much later that I began to understand what she had in mind. 

"Never mind. I will not ask something for nothing. If you are not going to let me back into the family business, I am not getting out here. I cannot take it." 

For the first time in my life I saw a crack in my sister's character, the merest hint of desperation. Through the haze of her shining pride, I realized how desperate she was, how horrible things must be for her to take such a huge risk. She had no right to ask and I had every right to refuse, except she was my sister. I leaned over and pulled her into my arms and hugged her tight, after a minute or two, she actually responded, relaxing the tension in her shoulders and contributing to the hug more than a stiff acceptance. "Sis, I will make you CEO tonight if that is what you want. Things are good now but there is a lot of work ahead to keep us growing. Livingston Industries are on sound footing despite the current economy. I can step back and leave things in your hands. I will, if you give me something to do instead." 

"How do you feel about prime real estate?" Sharon asked. 

"We own some." I liked understatement. 

Sharon smiled. "Would you like to own more?" 

I smiled and nodded. Whatever she had in mind could wait for later. 

We got out of the car, I waved and the door to the house opened. Three beautiful women emerged with the other help. They got the bags and soon we were settled in the dining room, partaking of an exceptional meal. 

"Do you fuck the house help?" Sharon asked when the meal was done and cleared and we were sipping brandy from warm snifters. She nodded towards Ingrid, the raven haired woman who was presently leaning between us, wiping up the crumbs. I am a messy eater, mostly because of my blond beard. 

I nodded. I could not help it. I smirked a little. When women know you are wealthy it is easy to have all the sex of any variety you wanted. I liked to work for it so I rarely fucked the help any more. But I had. It was part of the interview process. 

"Fuck her. I have not watched anyone fuck in a long time. I sort of miss it." Sharon said, sweeping at her long blond hair. Despite the stresses of her recent life, she retained her regal beauty. "What is her name?" 

"Ingrid." I said softly. 

"Ingrid, could you come here, please?" Sharon called. 

Ingrid was a tallish woman with the finest ass, frizzy black hair and the great legs but not much in the way of breasts. Not even muffins, rather like the bras you see on many fashion model these days; anorexic and slight as a golf club as though men were frightened of women their own size. She wore a classic maid's outfit. Oh, and black, shiny heels, high heels that clacked on the floor as she walked back to where we sat at the dining room table. Our place was a mansion but home was the guest quarters where we were raised, where mother and dad stayed when they were not putting on appearances. Neither of them had liked the mansion but they knew it was expected for people who moved in the circles that we moved in. They kept the place staffed but raised Sharon and I in the guest house with strict orders to stay out of the 'big house'. The only time we saw the inside of the Livingston Mansion was at the Christmas celebration the Livingston's threw for those of the community they liked. It was a treasured invitation. Everyone locally who had any dealings with my parents were invited and the tradition was to receive a typical Livingston gift in appreciation for their support, hard work or for many people, just for being good people. We got on the bus at the back of the property with a lot of other kids and for the first few years of our lives, I think most people figured we belonged to people on the staff. We wore clothes off the shelf and did what people in our community did. This all gave Dad a touch with the common man, my uncle who did not have it, used to say with some disdain and admiration, evenly mixed. What my uncle admired was the loyalty even love that my father's leadership inspired. Sharon was about to test to see if any of that had rubbed off on me. 

Ingrid stood at the table between. "Yes ma'am?" She asked. 

"Has my brother fucked you, Ingrid?" Sharon asked. 

Ingrid's eyes flicked to me and then back to straight ahead. Bosworth trained and disciplined all the girls and I presumed spanked them as needed and fucked them when he could. I expect he fucked the men too if they got out of line. Bosworth was an equal opportunity employer which is why I kept his rough trade around, to do what needed doing when it exceeded my abilities or as it often did, my tastes in the matters of employee relations. He was often harsh and slightly unjust but with perfect aplomb, insuring that when and as he stepped over the line I became aware so I could rectify the situation and thus burnish my developing reputation of Soloman-like wisdom and justice, consistently at his expense. His propinquity to the household affairs and his rigid, almost dictatorial style made him feared but not quite loathed. When I was away, he seemed quite easy going, so, I understood most of those working under him presumed that he feared me so much he overcompensated when I was about. Bosworth was a good man who partook of the benefits of his position with my blessing but never envy. 

"Ingrid, this is my sister, Sharon. She left the household before you arrived." I said. This was not the time to make Ingrid squirm so I gave her the information she needed to know how to answer. 

She nodded once. "Yes, ma'am, Mr. Livingston has fucked me." she said delicately.

"And did you like it?" Sharon pressed.

"Yes, ma'am." Ingrid said, more quietly still. 

"Would you mind fucking my brother while I watched?" 

Now Ingrid looked directly at me, her eyes full of questions. I gave her nothing to read, no indication of what or how she should answer. From now on, it was just fun. 

Ingrid shifted her weight from foot to foot, bumping her fine hips back and forth in the little black maid's dress she wore making the white lace hem shimmy and shake. The black hose shimmered and she licked her lips giving them a temporary, pink shine. Then she nodded.

Sharon glanced at me and smiled. "I meant now, dear. Here. On the table, from behind. While I watch." Her words were brittle, her tone staccato and distinct. 

Till that moment, Ingrid had held her hands carefully folded in front of her, lying along the slight bulge of her tummy and dangling before the crotch hidden beneath her black skirt. Suddenly she was sweating and her translucent white blouse clung to her skin so that her black bra was clearly visible. She began to wring her hands, twisting her fingers together. Then in the merest voice you can imagine, she said "Oh." It was rather like an exhaled breath with a syllable attached. She looked down. 

"Well?" Sharon said her voice a jagged interrogative. "No matter. Do you have panties on?" 

Now Ingrid nodded and her face began to flush. Her hips stopped moving and her hands smoothed the crinoline of her skirt in front. 

"Let me see." Sharon said. "I mean, now." 

Behind me I heard Bosworth at the double doors. When Ingrid stooped a bit and took the hem of her skirt between her finger and thumb and lifted it up past her waist, Bosworth reached toward the doors, as though to close them. 

"No need, Bosworth." Sharon said loudly to him. "Maintain your routine. Ingrid and my brother are going to entertain me. You all can watch if you wish." 

"Very well, Ms. Sharon. I will let everyone know." Bosworth stopped closing the doors, a bit abashed and opened them, pressing the catch into each door stop then bowed a bit stiffly and left the room. Our servants were people picked we could and did trust. Each of them would be multi-millionaires if they left us in good standing. We only asked absolute loyalty, discretion and for many of them, access to their sexual pleasure. Many served the Livingston's and left our service quite rich and everyone knew it. We made no promises and some were dismissed for cause with nothing but a satchel of underwear and a bus ticket to Cleveland. Several of the upstairs women were the daughters of women my mother had watched my father fuck and had fucked me in my rambunctious youth. And those mothers, our Nanny's had retired quite comfortably. You had to like housework to work for us and have the will to keep our aristocratic appearance up in the essentially classless environment of the USA where we lived. Fairness to our friends and God help our enemies, that was our parent's creed and everyone knew it. I lived by it. We Livingston's did not become friends with people we intended to cripple. When it was time to crush someone, we crushed them without asking that they acknowledge the justice or virtue of the pain we caused them. So, clearly, not everyone loved us and no few hated us. We protected our friends fiercely, even and often in the face of their own betrayal of us which could be forgiven and often was with sufficient compensation. Such things Bosworth usually dealt with. Woe to our enemies, though. Should forgiveness not be forthcoming, then virtue be damned and hell's fury took second place. 

Bosworth was long gone when Sharon finally spoke again. "You seem to be getting wet, Ingrid my dear. Are you excited by the prospect of getting porked right here and now by my handsome brother?"

"Don't be crude, Sharon." I said. The glance she shot me was fierce till she saw my mischievous smile, then she smiled as well. Ingrid had garters on. Love garters, I do. Bosworth paid good attention to the details, gathering such knowledge in unobtrusive but sometimes indelicate ways. Once as a youngster I caught him watching me with a girl I invited home. I caught him several times and was contemplating addressing it with him when he suddenly switched the staff around me to women of various ages who all looked like the girls I had been bringing to my room. That taught me to give him considerable latitude when it came to his household management and rarely did he fumble that faith. His harsh treatment which provided me many opportunities for kindness to the household staff simply validated this faith though I was 25 before I realized the unsought service he provided me. 

Sharon sat forward and hooked a finger into the front of Ingrid's string bikini style panties. They were black, like the skirt but a soft, dull fabric that did not shine. Cotton, perhaps. "Bosworth." Sharon hollered. "Bring me scissors, please." She kept her finger hooked the front of Ingrid's panties while she waited. In the front, a distinct damp spot appeared and spread on Ingrid's panties.

Ingrid trembled. I did too and for the same reason, more than likely. 

Bosworth appeared and Mimi, one of the other maids, peered into the room. Mimi was black and built. She ran the household business, smart and ambitious, she had volunteered to be a maid in advance of a presumed position with Livingston Financial Holdings but then chose to remain a maid because she liked it. She kept the household accounts for Bosworth and he had come to rely on her. Her net worth increased with her value but she was content to serve as a maid and cater to the occasional sexual peccadillos of various guests I brought to the mansion. She was dependably sexual. She stared at her Ingrid who stood with her skirt above her waist. Bosworth handed Sharon the scissors and then turned and spied Mimi. He made some a sort of noise in his throat, like a growl but not quite. 

"No, Bosworth, it is fine. If anyone wants to watch our fine Ingrid here get fucked on the dining room table, that is fine. Unless you all have something more important to do, my brother sometimes likes an appreciative audience, if I recall correctly." 

I did not correct my sister. It was awkward for the staff had knowledge of my predilection far surpassing my sister's, or at the very least, much more current. Sharon had been gone a long time and things had changed since our parents died. The household obeyed me now, when I managed to be home which was truly rare. I actually lived in the mansion but presumed if I found love and started a family, I would follow my father's example and care for them in the guest house at the back of the property. 

Sharon took the scissors and snipped both strings from each side of the cloth covering Ingrid's pussy and let them drop. The fabric stuck to her crotch. Sharon pulled it loose from the garters, revealing the woman's shaved pussy. "Bend over the table," Sharon said softly. Ingrid obeyed. A trickle of liquid ran down the inside of her leg. "Are you ready to be fucked, Ingrid?" Sharon asked. 

"Yes, ma'am," Ingrid said. The table was large and sturdy, a warm cherry. Ingrid removed her white blouse and lay down on the table with her head turned away from me. 

"Alan, my dear brother, I believe the lady is waiting on you." 

I rose, moved behind Ingrid and dropped my pants. I stripped the underwear down and let my hard cock free. It dipped forward, my proud lance, touching the bent ass before me. Ingrid flinched at the touch. I fingered the garters, running a finger down each one while my cock brushed against Ingrid's tight and perfect ass. I stroked her hose-clad legs and she shivered. I grasped her by the hips,+ crouched and caught the tip of my cock between her legs. I took it in hand, and felt around for her entrance. She gasped when I found it and then the little head was caught. I pressed forward and she arched her back, exhaling as I pressed deeper into her luscious body. Her body seemed to be electric. I took hold of her waist and pulled back. I felt her tense for she must have known what was coming and I did as she expected, slamming deeply into her body, all the way to her core and mine. She moaned as I bottomed out, a moan wrapped in the flimsy syllables of affirmation.

"Yessssss." She hissed, as though the air was escaping her without permission. I began to fuck her, not hard but steady, looking for the right angle, the correct force that would drive her to orgasm. Then I felt a hand on my ass. 

"Brother, listen." While I fucked Ingrid, my sister explained her idea to me. She wanted us to buy up all the mortgages in Holdingsfield and then foreclose on all of them as brutally as possible. Once each family was displaced, in the chaos of the move, I was to sneak into the house or wherever they ended up and rape them, one at a time. I would, she said, become the avenging cock. I would fuck all of her former friends and then post the pictures on the internet so they would be humiliated. As I fucked, the germ of a better idea developed in my mind. 

Ingrid was arching her back and pressing further and further back as I pounded steadily into her. Sharon fell silent and watched, her hand resting on my bare ass. I was able to give Ingrid my full attention. Several times I felt like coming and stopped, holding her body still while my cockhead lingered at the entrance to her pussy. She mewed a couple times while I regained control and then I returned to fucking her. She got her elbows under her and arched her body, gaining some leverage and began fucking back at me, our bodies slapped together gently. I stepped back and we almost fell, till she regained her balance on those black high heels. I ran my hand up her back and unhooked her bra and a moment later her back was nude. I unzipped the skirt bunched at her waist and let it fluttered down her long legs, shimmering in the black hose. But for the black heels, garter belt, garters and hose, her blouse lying discarded on the table, she was nude, which I guess is to say she was half dressed. 


A Fucking Investment Ch. 01



Sharon watched as I fucked Ingrid. My sister's eyes were both tired and shining, giving her a look of hysterical focus. Her life was catching up to her. I heard a noise and whispering behind me and presumed that Lanah, the blond downstairs maid had arrived with Mimi and was watching me fuck Ingrid. It had been a long time since I had fucked the house staff. It was time. Beneath me, Ingrid began to shake and then she dropped her head between her elbows and then went completely flat with her head turned towards Sharon. Sharon reached out and put a finger to the woman's lips. Ingrid's pink lips opened and sucked the finger in, forming her mouth around it. She moaned, grunted and went completely still. I continued to fuck her but felt the approach of orgasm as she sucked on Sharon's finger. Sharon's hand caressed my bare ass and just as Ingrid began to quake with her orgasm, Sharon gave me one great shove which slammed the woman against the edge of the table and pressed my cock far into Ingrid's pussy. I came, flopping forward on her body while she shivered and twitched beneath me. 

After some time, I stood, awkwardly and swayed, pulling my shrinking cock out of Ingrid's cunt. Lanah and Mimi wiped me off with thick towels and wet wash cloths. Then Ingrid stood up while they wiped her off. She put her hands on my shoulders as she waited, gazing into my eyes with a slight smile on her lips. They removed the remainder of her clothing, swabbing her from ankles to forehead. I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Thank you, my dear." To the other girls, I said, "Take her to my room, if you will. I presume you can do without her for the rest of the evening?" 

"Yes sir." Lanah said. "We will be fine. Ms. Sharon's room is made up whenever she is ready." 

I stroked Ingrid's breasts and leaned into her to kiss her on the mouth again. She smiled dreamily and then walked out of the room in nothing but her heels. I pulled up my pants and when all was again in place, sat down. My sister was staring at me with a faraway look in her eyes. "God, that was hot." She sighed. "I have not watched a good fuck in, forever."

I smiled. For a while neither of us spoke. I had something on my mind I needed to address before we parted for the night. "Sharon, I do not like the idea of raping these women for your revenge." I had to tell her that. "But I have another idea. Something, perhaps more elegant. Go to bed and we'll talk once I have additional information." 

She nodded, shifting her blue eyes from the distance to me. Her blond hair was straggling into her face and her skin was flushed. She shook her head. "Fine, Alan. You tell me what we should do? But I want them to suffer."

I patted her knee. "Go to bed. You are exhausted. We'll talk later, perhaps tomorrow but likely later in the week, when I have filled in some gaps."

We parted with a brief friendly hug. I had not had my sister sexually but she had watched me take the staff on many occasions while we were growing up. It was a nostalgic thrill to have her back in the Livingston mansion. She stumbled off to bed and I went to the office and fired off a number of emails with 'suggestions' to several of my employees, asking for answers on the morrow. Then I went to my room and took Ingrid several more times in the night. 

Ingrid was gone about her duties the next morning when I awoke, quite late, around nine. I ate in the office. The week got busy in a hurry because my unscheduled absence forced considerable reshuffling of my itinerary, especially since I needed to remain at the mansion till I got Sharon situated. She did not hover but whenever I saw her, I could read the questions in her eyes. Those blue eyes became fiercer and fiercer till Sunday morning she stalked into the office. I was stalling till I had everything ready.

"Fine. I understand your reluctance. I know you are stalling and avoiding the task of telling me that I am out on the street. The Livingston's do not suffer fools easily. I'll leave tomorrow!"

I stood up and went to her, shocked to see her eyes glistening. My big sister never cried, at least not while I was around her. Seeing her like this heightened my growing sense of what she had endured. "Sis, you are family. There is no forgiveness because there is no transgression." Truth be told, time had eased that bitterness. I had been alone. "You will not leave but you need to be patient. I have to completely reorganize my affairs if you are going to become acting CEO. I think I have a plan about worked out but it will take time. Sit down, let me explain."

"But I changed my name, I rejected you all. I did not even come to their funeral. I deserve nothing." Then my words soaked into her conscious mind and her eyes widened. "CEO?" She breathed. 

I have to admit that I thought she had been wrong in that omission when she did not come to our parent's funeral but at the time I had no time or energy to call her to account for that decision and now, it just seemed pointlessly cruel. It was her decisions to make. But for many people it validated the suspicion that she had been a servant's child included in our family so I would not be an only child. I left the subject alone. I pulled her to a seat. "Sit. I realize I have been, somewhat distracted. I have a lot to take care of. Let me tell you what I have accomplished so far."

I described my efforts. I had put together a 90 day plan to hand over the CEO responsibilities to my sister. It would be risky and difficult but what she needed was work. She had majored in accounting and finance in college after shucking off the Livingston name to make her own way in the world. So long as she did not forget what she learned, she would be able to fill my position with some ease. I had an excellent staff which needed only decisions in general and direction and I would be available for constant consultation. My staff would report to us both till I gained confidence Sharon had achieved a sound grasp of the business. It would take time but for once, we had time. 

I asked Sharon to tell me her story. I had the outline but I wanted her to go through it and she did. Before Sharon left home she changed her name. She created a dire past with humiliating circumstances like a father in prison and a mother and brother who sold crack cocaine in Arkansas. Then she changed her name again to hide that fake past. She applied to college using that new name. She borrowed heavily to pay for college but as expected excelled and began to get scholarships. Then she met Marques Strasbourgh of Manchester, English. They dated and married soon after she graduated. She knew of Holdingsfield Estates from a woman she met in school and determined to become part of it. Marq was genuinely in love with her, astonished at her drive and intelligence. He allowed her to use his money, forging a fiction of their relationship to gain residence and acceptance at Holdingsfield. 

Marques paid off her student loans and for a while she lived in domestic or at least social bliss, shopping and decorating and going to the spa with the other women of Holdingsfield. Two things soured their marriage. First, Marques was bi-sexual and preferred boys; not children, thank god, but young men of a certain innocence and ignorance. He tended to hide his infidelities and Sharon became certain he had taken a mistress only to be confronted with 22 year old men with whom she was not equipped to compete. Sharon thought their divergence derived from the fact that Marq was demanding a child, an heir he said, 'to carry on the family name' which our research indicated as an invented name with barely two generations of British heritage, a nouveau riche farce or at best an affectation. 

During this time, Marques' financial situation began to wane and he refused to run back to his family in England for help. Which was the cause and which the effect was not clear. His pose of pride before his wife was a farce, he had been back to the family well many times according to the bank records and presumably he was finally refused further aid. In light of what followed it must have included a requirement that he return to England, an inducement he resisted at first. He struggled, finally persuading Sharon to take a position with a friend of his from Harvard who ran a medium sized investment firm. She took on the basic accounting duties which included updating the portfolios of the firm's customers. About a year ago she went to work and found her office locked. She was accused of embezzlement and, she was told, if she would agree to summary dismissal without recourse, they would not pursue charges. She agreed. Our investigation determined that there had been embezzlement at the firm; money was siphoned off and fake trades were made to cover the discrepancies. Sharon recorded the trades as instructed but made no attempt to validate what she was being told. There was a curious duplication of funds appearing in Marq's accounts which suggested collusion but nothing we could prove. 

She left the office that day and returned home to find Marq gone and the electricity turned off. She discovered subsequently that all liquid assets were gone and she had nothing. His suit for divorce arrived later that week. He actually brought the papers by the house. He suggested they 'settle this ugly situation' which he gave her to understand meant she would allow him to clear all the debts and then she would, as he said it, 'go back where you came from, wherever that was,' and release his name so their association would be voided entirely. At first she refused but he informed her that he knew of her 'difficulties' at her job and that he was horrified that she had taken such liberties with his relationship to his friend. She was horrified in her own right by a detail of her life our research had not discovered. She refused to sign.

She was pregnant. She had taken a lover. Marq had taken to berating her as barren all the while refusing to take a fertility test himself. She finally tired of the abuse and took a lover who got her pregnant straightaway. She figured with her salary, they would be alright till the economy turned. With the divorce papers before her, it was evident however, that he had been planning this move for some time. She raged at him and drove him away. She determined to terminate the pregnancy and did. Marq refused to settle any of their debts till she signed the divorce and settlement agreements. Worse, he had not paid mortgage or any credit card bills for nearly a year. The credit cards were maxed out and he left her no cash. Anytime she demanded help of any sort he simply suggested that he was 'keeping her out of jail and that should be help enough for the moment'. She resorted to selling the various furnishing from the house which he had not liquidated. She fought and survived this way till the last month. 

During this time she went to her various 'friends' who lived in Holdingsfield, asking first for support and then money. They either avoided her or denied her. She became increasingly desperate till one of the husbands offered to fuck her for enough cash to keep the electricity on. She fucked him and then told his wife which gained the ire of the entire community of women and the interest of the feckless men. Her pride caused her this trouble. She admitted readily that she had made a bad situation worse. The response was that she was invited to tea at one of the houses and all the women of the enclave gathered. One of them regally informed her that she should sign the divorce papers and leave, that she would get no help from them and she should not seduce anyone else's husband. Nor should she ask anyone else for help. They escorted her to the door and slammed it behind her.

The next day, Marq arrived with the papers and she signed. She demanded he and his friend sign documents exonerating her of the embezzlements which they did. The next day she called me. 

I nodded throughout, understanding what she told me. My staff had outlined most of the situation quite well. Our current information was that Marq had left the country.

"Sharon, that is not everything. I know why you and Marq wanted to live there." 

Sharon actually colored. Then she smiled and I saw a glimmer of the sister I knew and loved. She shrugged. "Of course. You would discover that." According to our investigations, Holdingsfield was a completely privately held, privately owned estate. It owed nothing to the local government either for water or services. It was managed by a corporation with nine seats on the board of directors. When someone bought property at Holdingsfield, a deposit against a future vesting accompanied the actual purchase of the individual house. The vesting provided for part-ownership of the whole estate, not just the house. The residents were all vested owners with certain requirements. In addition, the vested owners were all legally listed as the women of Holdingsfield. 

Except, apparently for Marq and Sharon, the women of Holdingsfield had the money. The men were, with a couple notable exceptions, floozies and fools; arm candy the women of Holdingsfield married and installed in meaningless jobs while the women socialized and pursued any number of high-profile endeavors designed to get them access to high society. 

Sharon nodded again. "I thought that getting vested into the corporation would establish me in society. What a farce! I worked for eight years to discover who the board members were. I discovered just one for certain. Eve Sawyer. Anytime I brought up the subject of the board, I got a cool stare and a polite change of the subject. Today, now, I do not know what I was thinking or feeling. I just wanted to escape the insular life of being a Livingston. I did and I admit it; I regret it. I was wrong." 

I waited for a few minutes to speak, letting the moment pass. "Sharon, I have been investigating Holdingsfield Estates. It is entirely owned by Holdingsfield LLC. We know that of the 21 residents, seven have voting rights on the board of directions. Voting only relates to electing a chairman of the board, or most likely, chairwoman of the board. This chairwoman is the lone trustee of the Estate and seems to manage it through a blind trust which we have not unraveled yet. The scheme of selling the 21 estates in the development seems to have led to a reinvestment of the cash which the project generated in contiguous real estate to Holdingsfield. The collapse of the real estate market means virtually all those loans which both the residents and the corporation have on the property exceeds the value of the property itself. So long as they keep all the loans serviced, everything is fine but they cannot get any more credit. Everyone and everything is completely leveraged. At the moment, the LLC holds all the residents mortgages on the real property. This created excess cash which was reinvested in the additional land. It looks like the original idea was to expand the Estate to a community of perhaps 1,500 estates like the one you owned. Initially they were finicky about the people they brought in but the need for cash eroded their 'standards'. We think the plan was to use continual investment by residents to finance the expansion but prices rose so fast they started borrowing. Money was easy but buyers were looking to flip properties, not buy into an American aristocracy. Whatever the original plan, when the market turned and the economy collapsed, they got into serious trouble. I give them credit, though, they had a fairly secure defense. The LLC will continue to function so long as the residents continue to make their payments. They have a little slack but not much. I think if more than three quit paying, the LLC will collapse and the banks will be forced to call everyone's loans and the whole deal falls apart. This makes them vulnerable to a buyer but no one is buying right now. That suggests an opportunity for us." 

Sharon cocked her head. "That makes sense. They were furious with Marques when he refused to catch us up till I agreed to the terms of the divorce. They took it out on me. Marques should settle the arrears accounts. We were around sixty thousand in debt."

"I don't think he will. He is gone. What is more, your place, #10 Holdingsfield has not been serviced for nearly 18 months. They can stand that but one or two more defaults and the corporation should collapse. That is my plan."

"Eighteen months? How can that be?"

"Sis, I think he and Carter Winston, his friend, your boss were planning this for some time. I think they used you to cover their embezzlement scheme after Marq's family cut him off. It may be impossible to get him but I think we can bring down Holdingsfield without much trouble. Is that revenge enough?" I did not think it would and I was right. 

Sharon shook her head. "No. I want something more than what was going to happen to them anyway." As soon as she said that, she looked abashed, realizing a demand at this point was out of proportion of just expectation. 

I held up a finger. "Remember the old line, the best revenge is living well? I have a plan." For a moment I considered not telling it to her. She certainly did not have any leverage to make me do anything. But she was my sister and despite her youthful contempt for all things Livingston, I was about to put her into the position of being my proxy in the company. I had to tell her everything. Trust begets trust and suspicion breeds suspicion, my mother had told me on several occasions. She had handled the domestic staff with Bosworth and I had seen that put into practice. When someone stole from us as often happened, she worked to show justice, not, as she explained it, because the person deserved it but to demonstrate it too those around her. My father had said that no one who stole from my mother ever benefitted from their stay at the mansion. When my mother punished, it was carefully, thoroughly and anonymously, or so my father told me on several occasions. My mother may have been the domestic engineer of the family but she could easily have run the company and my father knew it. Mother loved the mansion and made it a show place for the community. 

"Sis, bear with me before you object to my proposed course of action. Just listen for a while. My basic plan is to gain control of the board and be elected Chairman of the Holdingsfield Corporation. Then I will liquidate by selling to Livingston LLC and we will own everything. If we are successful, you will be able to let everyone know you control their futures."

"How do you propose to accomplish that?"

"Based on both what you are telling me and what we have gleaned from our brief investigations, the legal residents of Holdingsfield are all women, all of them. That is why you were signed on all the documentation and why Marq could split with a minimum of consequence. They thought you had the money."

Sharon nodded. "Yes. We knew that going in and he agreed to make it appear that I was the one with the fortune. He may have signed his money over to me but he spent it, lost it, not me."

I nodded. "My plan is simple. I am betting that these are all women of a certain type—since birds of a feather flock together, which in this case may not be an oversimplification. Your social circle and Holdingsfield are an ethnically diverse group which suggests they have something in common which is not heritage or culture. I think it is character. I presume they are mostly the type of women who expect to get their way and use other people to accomplish their personal and private objectives in life. It is not the objectives that matter, it is the power over others that motivates them. They use people without regard to the consequences to anyone else but themselves and feel no responsibility for any promise made or implied. Further, as part of this tendency to use people, they have a refined sense of their own sexuality and use it as one of their prime tools in getting what they want. This makes them vulnerable."




A Fucking Investment Ch. 01



At that point, Sharon buried her face in her hands. When she finally looked up she was not weeping. "That describes me, doesn't it, Alan? That was who I was, who I am!" 

I regarded her for a moment, feeling both pity for her but also a sense of relief that she recognized that and at least at the sense and the will to exhibit some shame about it. "I believe that most of these women have seen lust in the eyes of the people they seduce but have rarely or never been bound by their own lust. They think money is the deciding factor. They think sex is entertainment for poor people and thus indicates a lack of sophistication and a certain crudeness. I am going to use that against them."

Sharon smiled sardonically, doubt in her eyes; "I am fascinated to know how." 

I was warming to the subject. "I believe each of these very beautiful and sophisticated women have untapped sexual desires. I intend to corner each of them financially and offer them the opportunity to fuck their way out of debt, at least to buy time. The contracts will not be binding in any sense accept that they make and sign the contracts with me. I bail them out of their immediate financial straits which Livingston LLC will actively and ruthlessly create. They will agree to fuck for money with the belief that they can walk away whenever they like. The idea of using sex to avoid financial disaster will suit them; a few may even find the idea exciting. Once I have their sexual agreement, I will seek out and find their sexual proclivity, even if they never encountered it consciously before. I will find a way to give them sexual pleasure like they have never experienced."

Sharon was nodding. "You have become much more arrogant little brother. Do you really think you are such a sexual tyro that you can inspire this sort of lust in them?"

I shrugged and smiled. "Not really. I think they have so repressed their connection to their own sexual pleasure that tapping it will unhinge them. Getting them to that point is the issues." I smiled, tenser than I wanted to appear. "That is a challenge I would like to accept. They will become accustomed to pursuing their own pleasure. Then when I ask them to vote for me as Chairman, they will be following their own sexual desires so long as I give them legitimate financial reasons to do so. In essence, I will use their debt to buy their vote and they will do it if they succumb to their sexual weakness. If they don't, Livingston will ruin them and obtain their investment in Holdingsfield. There is a simple provision that if their mortgage is above 80% of the assessed value of the property, then they lose their investment and must vacate within 60 days. They cannot be vested and all property reverts to the Estates. Nearly everyone is in this position so no one is looking to pull that trigger. And they know it. Only one that I can find has fully paid for their residence so that is going to take a different approach."

"What is that?"

"She is a romantic. I think she can be completely seduced." 

My sister frowned. "You seem to have acquired an edge I am not sure I like."

"Oh?" I asked, wondering what Sharon disliked the most.

"Yes, you seem to have a basic contempt for women. Do you really think a woman will give up everything for sex or in the exception's case, for love?"

"I think these women will. That is what I am betting on. They have lived without it for most if not all their lives with the conviction, the cynical conviction that it does not apply to them. But as I said, I expect them to be of this type of people. What do you think? Will they fuck for money?"

Sharon shrugged. "I would bet that several will but the others, I don't know." She hesitated. "And how much does this little venture cost if you are wrong?"

"No more than five million USD, I think. That is an early, preliminary estimate."

"And you are willing to stand that loss?"

"No. You are. I did not pool the Livingston holding of our family after mom and dad died even though you signed away your birthright when you changed your name. I did not file any of the papers. I did not take what you left behind. It is in a trust waiting for you. You did not pay much attention when you left. Mother had you sign a descending power of attorney assigning it to her, then father and then me. If this deal loses, it comes out of your share. Mother told me at the time that we had to give you time to work through the issues which tortured you. She hoped you could come back and asked that I keep your heritage along with mine if something happened to them. I have. You are a rich woman, Sharon. All you have to do is take the Livingston name back and it will all be yours. But this venture, you pay for it. If you think revenge is worthwhile, it may cost you. You will be risking five million on my ability to seduce the women of Holdingsfield."

"And you think that you can gain control of Holdingsfield just by seducing the women of Holdingsfield? Is that your business plan?"

I grinned. "Basically but what do I care? It is your money! So what is the worst that can happen? You destroy my company while I am fucking your friends. I might fail. This might be the stupidest idea a man ever had but you have to admit, trying to make it work is going to be damn fun." 

Sharon was not convinced. "What if you are successful? What is the upside, besides you fucking a lot of snooty women?"

"If and when real estate values recover, our investment would be worth 30 million dollars. That is to us personally. The company could make 50-100 million USD. Holdingsfield LLC owns a lot of real estate."

Sharon nodded, thinking. Then I saw a change in her eyes. She nodded again, more emphatically. "I get it. You assume that despite their willingness to use sex to get what they want, they have never been controlled by their own sensuality, right? And once you do, it will be like an addiction and they cannot go back to being the imperious women ever again. Once you unveil for them their sexual desires, they will not be able repress them any longer. You presume that the urge to dominate in these women is merely a ploy to find someone to dominate them. They are not dominate people but narcissists at heart. What you are plotting is the complete destruction of their present identities, of who they believe they are. And it is that identity in every case that I hate. So you are going to destroy what I hate while taking pleasure from their sexuality. Failure to comply with the invitation to enjoy sex will see them financially ruined. Do I have it about right?"

I cocked my head in a half nod. My sister was an intelligent woman. "I think you have it about right."

"Quite a gamble." She said. "How much am I worth, if you give me my name back?"

I appreciated the way she said it. She did not think I owed her. She did not belong at Holdingsfield. They threw her out for more than one reason. "About 100 million." 

"Five percent? I'll take that risk." Then Sharon smiled, a slight, calculating smile. "So you are investing in a business deal where your ability to seduce women is the key to making it work?"

I nodded. "I guess you would say it is a fucking investment."

Sharon extended her hand and we shook on it. The fucking investment was made.



A Fucking Investment Ch. 02



Chapter 2 

#1: Valerie: The investment begins

The door opened and the woman stood there. She had long flowing, shining brown hair and a filled out, hourglass figure that tried to hide behind the sweat shirt and pants but could not. She held out a package. 

"I believe this is yours." She said, jerking it a bit towards me. Her head was back and her eyes were half closed. She reminded me a bit of Ingrid then except she had much darker skin and the smooth hair of the Mediterranean. Oh, and much, much larger breasts!

I did not open the door all the way. "Why?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. 

She pulled it back and squinted at it. She was maybe thirty-five, perhaps a couple years more or less either way. "Are you Joshua Gale? You are, right? The address is 10 Holdingsfield Place. That is this house, right? That would be you but the messenger brought it to me." She shrugged. The sweat shirt undulated. No bra. I wondered what that meant. Whether she knew it or not, I knew what that meant. She thought it meant contempt and I thought it meant invitation. It was a contest to see who was right. I invited her in and opened the package, clumsily so that the cash inside spilled out onto the floor. I hurriedly picked it up and dumped it on the table, grabbing a plastic bag and shoving the fifty thousand dollars in cash into the sack. When I looked back at her, she was studying me, rather like a snake studies dinner. This visit suddenly was more than an expression of contempt, it was now 'game on'. 

I had succeeded in purchasing Sharon's residence in Holdingsfield. It had taken several months, buying in first through an intermediary, a bank we owned which could buy the mortgage. The Holdingsfield LLC was actively trying to sell the resident mortgages and Livingston was actively buying them through various fronts and associates who were then selling then to my alter ego, Joshua Gale. I needed a way to travel without the name and prestige Alan Livingston carried with it and had often used Joshua as a way to escape the Livingston bubble as Sharon referred to it. Though I disagreed with her youthful reaction to it, I did not dispute the accuracy of her observation. 

I had been in the house two nights when the woman came knocking. The misdelivery was easy to arrange. After staring at the cash, the woman sauntered away from my door but not without a single backwards glance over her shoulder. 

The next night, her husband, Ted or Theodore as he insisted, was knocking on my door offering to help me with investment, though he brought a bottle of gin and claimed to be 'welcoming a new neighbor'. Before the night was over and before the gin was gone, we were buddies and I agreed to come to the office the next day to discuss investment opportunities. I arranged to have my agent arrive with the final notice of foreclosure on his house just ahead of me. Crowley was a tall stately man with wispy hair who resembled Kaiser Soze's chauffer. He was very good at his job and when he left, Theodore was pale as a sheet. I waited in the foyer and watched the jittery exchange of pleasantries as they parted. Crowley's stiff and inflexible menace had the desire effect. 

I asked if Ted was all right as I entered his office. He imploded right in front of me. I took him by the shoulders, slapped him across the face, not hard, rather like people did in the movies of the fifties when slapping the odd hysteric seemed to be the accepted solution. Oddly, it still worked. The man quit blubbering. I handed him a hanky and told him to get himself together. We walked out together to an early lunch where he poured out his tale or rather tales of woe. He had squandered his wife's inheritance and now they were broke, many thanks to me and my associates who had stalked his endeavors and spent thousands to wreck his every plan. It had not taken long. He said the man who had just visited him owned his mortgage and informed him that he was to be out of the house by the morning or 'gentlemen of singular powers of persuasion would arrive tomorrow evening to remove you and your pretty little wife.' Then he said it.

"Valerie, my wife, said you had cash, that you are liquid. Perhaps you can help a guy out?" 

I steepled my hands and looked at him through the bars of my fingers. "Valerie. The woman from yesterday?" I said slowly, breathing the name out like a puff of smoke. "She did not bother to introduce herself. Nice name." 

"I am sorry she was rude . . ." Ted began but I cut him off. 

"I only just met you and you are asking to borrow money?" That quieted him. He had the gall of a man accustomed to opaque transactions, the more esoteric the better. He had no awareness of the enormous gall to suppose that someone would want to do business with him after seeing him collapse into hysterics. He had an undented belief in his ability to charm his way to anything—which in no small way explained his marriage to dear Valerie. She had been charmed but did not admit it, having hidden it behind a curtain of barely concealed contempt. 

Ted was speaking. "I do not want anyone else to know the problems we are having. I have investors whom I am managing money for. If they find out I have lost ours, they will pull out and I will lose my job. We'll have no income at all!" I thought that a good idea and made a mental note to arrange it. "That would really be the end." He threatened to start crying again but I held up my hand. 

"I might be able to help you. But there is a price, a steep price to borrowing from me." I said. 

The man actually smiled. After the many months of impending doom, he saw the first glint of hope and he bloomed like a tulip. "Anything. I'll do anything!" He said.

I nodded, dropped my hands into my lap and looked down. "Yes, but would your wife?" I asked softly. 

The meaning of my question punched him in the gut and he wheezed. I looked up and his face was once more drawn and pale. 

"I want to purchase your wife." I said carefully. 

"I do not need that much. Just three grand for tomorrow, then I'll pay you back . . . if the vig is not too high." 

I almost laughed at the word, a word I had never used in a sentence or heard except at the movies. I shook my head. "You are asking to borrow money and I barely know you. You are nearly out of cash and you have less than a day or you lose everything. You cannot even arrange to move out in that time. You'll be out with barely the shirt on your back. I am investing in this neighborhood and I do not want houses standing empty or people I do not know moving in. You have to stay. Your wife has to stay. I will see about gaining control of your mortgage and they would be doing business with me. On one condition . . . "

"I sell you my wife?" He said incredulously. "What sort of man do you think I am?" 

"You should not ask that. I might tell you. I invest in real estate but empty houses ruin the community values. I do not want that to happen and want to help you both but I am not going to do it for nothing. Here is the deal. Tonight, I am going to fuck your wife. You will send her to see me. If I fuck her, if she agrees to keep fucking me, you will agree to sell her to me. But here is the catch, you have to borrow at least twenty grand from me. That way I can have her often and thoroughly. She will work it off for me till you get back on your feet." 

His mouth worked. I could almost see the words 'on her back' going past like a little blinking, red marquee behind his eyes, flashing and glittering while he calculated. "How would it work?" 

The hook was set, all I needed was the net, and then the fun part would begin. "She is mine. She is going to fuck me when I want, where I want, like I want. Understood?" I said it softly. I wanted the situation to be clearly understood. "Any time she spreads her legs, I deduct the value from the twenty grand till it is all paid up." I stopped, intentionally leaving the math alone for the moment. 

"How much." He hissed, a bit of spittle budding on his thin, Frank Burns lips. 

I waited, as though considering, pondering, figuring. "Say a hundred a pop." I shrugged. "But I am not a bad guy. I would give her 250 a crack for the first month. If she is worth it."

"Oh she is worth it," the meathead said. "Val is a great fuck. Loves it up the ass." Then he looked shocked at his own words, like he had said too much which of course he had. 

"Special things would be extra, calculated at a different rate. At a simple hundred a pop that is 200 fucks. That is more than enough for me. How does that sound to you?" 

Ted's face fell. "Will she do it?" He asked, never noticing that the question should have been mine to ask him, not the other way around. 

I shrugged. I patted my coat pocket where I had the cash, a clear bulge in the cut of the suit. "I hold the cash till she fucks me. Then it's yours. I'll go back to the house and fuck her. If everything is fine, then you get the three grand. If she does not go for it, you all move out and this conversation never happened. Understood?"

Ted nodded. "What about the rest?" 

The greedy fuck, he had no class. Even after seeing the deal closed, one should never show much elation since where there is one deal there would be more. Ted did not understand this. "What about the rest?"

"You mentioned twenty grand."

"I did, yes." To his credit, Ted waited. "We'll settle that matter after your wife's . . . interview."

Ted's smile was a bit sickly but his eyes held a gleam, an eager gleam. I would dim that gleam in a moment.

We were done eating, though Ted had barely touched his salad. My plate was clean. I reached across the table and grabbed Ted by the wrist and kept him from standing, so he could feel my strength. "Oh Ted, no more fucking the wife. If she fucks me, she becomes mine. I'll give you the money, you sign a contract and give me your wife. If you fuck her, it goes on your account at double her going rate. Got it?" Ted's eyes were the size of saucers. But he nodded. "And you'll call Valerie and tell her about your visit from the other gentleman but nothing about this conversation. When she asks about me, ring off." 

Ted nodded. 

The game was afoot. 

That afternoon I rang the doorbell and Valerie Hanson answered. Ted was to send her to me but he called to say she would not do that. So I returned her visit. Every plan required adjustments when it was time to execute it. Her eyes were haunted, distracted. I had to be careful. She invited me in and offered me coffee, I accepted tea. She sat down at the kitchen kiosk, a booth with the Coke insignia all over it, garish but a genuine Coke booth with all the utensils, gleaming scarlet and chrome. 

"So? Was my husband able to help you?" She asked. 

I shook my head. "No. I am sorry. But there was a guy at the office who scared the crap out of little Ted. He looked like he had seen a ghost when I walked into his office after that other guy left." 

"He did. His own." Valerie snorted. She looked down into her coffee. 

I waited for a moment then said, "Valerie, I have to confess that he sort of came apart on me. I could not see that investing in him made much sense." She looked up at me and smacked her lips in either disgust or disappointment. "He sort of unloaded on me, told me everything." I saw fear in her eyes 

"Everything?" She breathed. 

I nodded. "Everything. I really hate to see good people suffering with this economy and I really hate to see this happen to you. Maybe I can help." She looked up at me. I took five hundred dollar bills out of my shirt pocket and lay them on the table. 

Valerie glanced down at the money and then back to my face. "What is that?" She said, barely moving her lips. Her warm eyes changed, now glittering and hard

"Money. Five hundred." 

She nodded slightly. "What for? What do I have to do?" She said, knowing.

"Fuck me." I said it simply and the impact seemed to be lighter as I had hoped. She looked down at the table and then back at me. No shock was apparent.

"That is not enough. It does not help."

I pushed it towards her. "It is a start. How much do you need? Ted did not tell me."

"Theodore. He doesn't like Ted. I call him Tiny Ted and he hates it. He is, though." She cocked her head and considered, "Three thousand." 

I rubbed my chin. I took the money back, pocketed it. I could see her eyes follow the money. "Perhaps we can work something else out." I said slowly. 

"What do you mean?" She said quickly, her eyes flashed. She wore a business suit, with a straight, tight brown skirt and white blouse with sensible shoes. Nothing special. Hose which I presumed would be panty hose. 

"I pay the three thousand and in return you fuck me . . . twelve times over the next month. Now the deal is easy. We fuck now and if you like it and if I like it, we make the deal. You have the right to quit at any time if you come up with the money. My objective would be to make you love sex again. If you fuck more than that, I'll make up the difference. There are a couple other conditions." 

"Just like that?" She hissed. "You want me to be a hooker for that?" 

I shrugged and stood up, walked to the door and opened it. I hesitated the merest moment before she spoke, just long enough.

"Wait. Wait, don't go. Close the door." I did. "What conditions?" 

I tried not to smile. Failed. "You are a beautiful woman, Val. Why don't you go change into something you would actually like to be fucked in and we can discuss it?" 

She regarded me for a moment, calculating. "Show me the money." I did, three thousand in cash. I lay it down on the table. "You fuck me. I help you." I said softly. 

"Tiny Ted. I might like a real man's cock." Valerie spoke as though to herself. She nodded once and left the room. She returned dressed in a stretchy dress of fuzzy white with white knee boots, her black hair pinned up. It made her look young. Younger. Her breasts looked huge in the dress and it clung to her ass which was fine. When she moved I saw a hint of a garter and smiled. 

"What conditions?" Val said, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen and crossing her arms under her breasts. 

"First, you have to kiss me. If the kiss is good enough, I'll fuck you." 

She nodded, a quick nod only. "What else." 

"You have to borrow twenty thousand at least. Otherwise this is not a good investment for me." 

"What do you mean?" She ran a hand down her side, over the swell of her hip onto her thigh. She hooked a finger on the dress and pulled it up till the garter clasp, the dark band of the black hose and the clear tan skin of her leg appeared. Then she let it drop. 

"I want to keep you and Ted here. I am investing in this area and I want to keep the house values up. I need to keep this community together. The sight of beautiful, affluent people in the neighborhood will help maintain the value. If you agree to fuck me as I like, if I can keep you both here and happy, our collective property values will stabilize. You become mine. You fuck me when and where I want till you pay the money back." I reeled off the individual details similar to how I had presented them to her husband. Similar. I left the 'who' out, 'whomever' I wanted. 

Val nodded. "Anything else."

"You have to agree to try everything once. I'll pay more for special things. If you like it we can do it more, if not then, no worries. I'll find someone else." Her brow crinkled at the last but her brain returned to the condition itself. "What do you mean by everything?" She asked. 

"Just that, anything and everything I want to do to you. Non-negotiable the first time. No marks and no animals. But I want to test your threshold for certain types of pain."

"Pain?" She looked worried. 

I nodded. "How long can I tease you without giving you an orgasm before you lose your mind." I smiled and she smiled. My smile faded. "There is a certain majesty in surrendering. Some women can submit to a man's desire and neither be pitiful or hold contempt in reserve. It is important to find the proper surrender for you, the proper way for you to give yourself to me. You have not experienced that yet and keep it shielded. I want to pierce your shield, have you in the way that strips you of that reserve and give you the dignity of submission." My smile was totally gone. 

Valerie stared at me for a moment. "But if I do not want to do it the second time . . .?"

"I will not ask you to do what you will not enjoy."

Valerie weighed my words for a moment, staring before her. Then she lifted her brown eyes to mine and nodded slightly. She stepped away from the doorway and twirled. "Do you like this, okay?" 

I nodded. 

"Any other conditions I should know about?" She asked airily. 

I thought about it. "Just one. You have to tell your husband. No one else needs to know but he has to know you are fucking to keep him in the house. And you cannot fuck him while you all owe me money. Well, you can, but it goes back onto your account. He has to pay for your like everyone else except he pays double. So you both end up paying if you fuck him. Oh, another thing. No giving away what is mine once you agree to this. To anyone. If you fuck and I find out, penalty. If you give it away, tell me and I will just charge you a single rate doubled. You are mine. I own you."

Again Valerie nodded but her color darkened. She focused on the part she cared the most about. "No one else knows. I am fine with that. Now what." 

I walked over to her and lay my hands on her shoulders. She cringed. I squeezed her hard so she could feel my strength. "Come over when you are ready." I said. 

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" 

"Do you want me to?"

"I want to get it over with." She spat that at me. 

I walked to the door. "When you are ready, come over but do not wait too long. Tiny Ted said you need the money tomorrow. No money till I know if you are a good fuck or not." The fire in her eyes died and only fear remained. I could have used that fear but I did not want to live with it always. Fear sucks. "I will not make this decision for you. It is for you to decide, this must be completely your choice to make. I will wait while you work it out. Just to be clear, you must decide that you can fuck me and not fuck the money." I held her gaze, hesitating with my hand on the door of the kitchen. I turned the knob. It clicked loudly in the turgid silence. 

"Wait." Valerie said. "I can do this." She walked over and put her arms around my neck. She whispered, "Force me and I will come like a freight train. Take me and I'll be yours. Kiss me like I am your woman, treat me like you own me and you will."  

I did. I kissed her and I felt the surrender in her body. Her lips melded with mine, soft, expressive, sensual!

For the first few moments, her arms lay around my neck limp and loose. I did not offer her my tongue or insist on her participation. I kissed her, on the lips, while laying my hands gently on her hips. My cock grew in my pants and I had to adjust to give it room. I continued to kiss her. Then I turned her gently in my arms and pulled her ass tight against my enlarging cock. It fit into the crack of her ass and she instinctively pressed back against it, letting me know she felt me. I inspected her smooth tan neck covered with the rich brown hair. I wrapped my arms around her and with my forehead pushed at her head. She tilted it to the left. I gently kissed her bare neck, her smooth tan skin. I kissed lower on her shoulder and then reached up with that hand and slowly slipped the shoulder of the dress and her bra strap down her arm revealing more of her smooth, tan skin. I kissed gently there. Valerie sighed so slightly I thought perhaps I imagined it. But then her ass squirmed against my hard cock and my cock swelled more, full of the certainty that I was touching her, not just her skin but her soul. In that moment I wanted to more than own her, I wanted to possess her and possession requires surrender. For me, that surrender required desire, her desire first for me but beyond that, for the surrender itself. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 02



I kissed my way back up her neck. She bent further and further down, evading my lips and the threat of pleasure they held. Then a soft sigh escaped her. I touched her ear and she jerked but when I put my tongue into her ear, she giggled and tried to pull away, straightening in my grasp. She turned her head, twisting in my arms, presenting her lips to me while keeping her ass pressed against my cock. I kissed her hard this time. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her ass hard back against my erect prick. When I touched her breast with my left hand, her mouth opened and her tongue ran along my lips, just the tip. 

I cupped her breast, feeling the bra under the white stretch fabric. I continued to kiss her and her mouth opened farther. I dropped a hand to her leg and began to move the skirt up till I felt the top of the garters, then the skin of her leg. Valerie quivered when I touched her skin. One of her hands found my hand there and moved it higher up her leg and along the erotic line of her hip till I felt the garter belt. No panties. I continued to kiss her, her head turned back to me while I held her back against my body. Her other hand reached for my ass but could not reach it so she lifted it to my face and held her palm against my cheek as I kissed her deeply, touching the sensitive skin of her lips and gums and mouth with my tongue as she pulled my hand from her hip, around the front of her body and down, ever closer to her cunt. When I felt the wetness, I stroked her with a finger and she groaned into my mouth creating a vibration that made my lips tingle. Her hand released me and moved up to my other hand which was massaging her her breast. Val pressed it harder against her breast. She shivered. She moaned into my mouth. 

I broke the kiss but her hand pulled my head back to her mouth and she kissed at my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth before offering me her tongue again, mouth wide open, air hissing from her flaring nostrils. I rubbed her cunt, finding the nub of her clit and pressing it, gently. She jerked and twitched in my arms but did not break the kiss. Her pussy wept. I ran a finger up and down the lips of her cunt and her hips thrust at me. I kneaded her breast. Then abruptly I broke the kiss again and pulled away from her. She turned and looked at me, her eyes smoky with desire. 

"What?" She said softly, the slightest irritation in her tone. 

I took a deep breath which turned out to be more of a gasp. She almost smiled. "I think you kiss just fine." I said. "Now I am going to fuck you." I spoke in a normal voice though I felt anything but normal. I wanted to ravish the woman, drag her to the floor and fuck her till I came. But more than that I wanted to control her and the only control I wanted to have should be through her desire for me, her desire to submit to pleasure and the pleasure of wondrous, sublime sex. I wanted her to want me and want to be mine. 

"Turn around," I whispered. She did, presenting me her back again the pleasing curve of her ass. We stood close each other, not touching but separated by barely an inch; close enough that I could feel the heat of her body. "Lift your dress. Higher. Higher. Higher." I said softly, till the dress was completely above her hips, then her waist. Her velvet ass appeared, curved like a melted bell, plump and full with the single color of a woman who bathes nude in the sun. I touched her with the tips of my fingers, brushing her burnished skin lightly. Val continued the motion of her hands on the dress, peeling it from her body till it bunched at her breasts. I caressed her skin from the garters over the hillocks of her hips, in the cliff to her waist and up the straight line of her side to the bunched white fabric below her breasts. I grasped the dress, lifting it up, scrapping it over her mammoth tits. Her arms shot up, elbows beside her ears and straight. I lifted the dress to her shoulders and neck, covering her head, piling her luxurious hair inside the taut fabric. I kissed her neck, hard. I opened my mouth and chewed at her skin, sucking violently at it, marking it all the while holding her arms above her head. I laid my body against hers. Valerie groaned and shivered, a shudder running through her body as I pulled at her skin with my lips. 

I wondered if she would object to the love bite but she groaned and sagged back towards me, arms over her head. I bit her tenderly and she pulled away. That was enough, for now. I pulled the dress off her arms and then unhooked the bra. Her breasts were enormous. I thought the dress and bra accentuated them. I was wrong, they restrained them. Free, the breasts wavered before her like inviting pillows of flesh. She lay back against me, her hands pressed against my legs to balance herself, holding us together, sealing her ass around my protruding cock. I felt her willing me to touch her so I put my hands on her shoulders. She made a sound, I can only call it a whimper and she took my hands and roughly pulled them over her breasts. She kneaded her own breasts using my hands, pressing them hard against her chest, then mashing them together. Her head lulled back onto my shoulder, turning to press her cheek against my chest. I tried to kiss her but could not quite reach. Her eyes opened and she twisted to meet my lips. Then one of her hands found my cock and I had to have her. I pushed her over the table, bending her forward, pressing her by the neck onto the red Coke surface. She shuddered at the chill of the table on her bare breasts for autumn had turned its face towards winter. 

I opened my pants and pulled them down, steadying her on her not-sensible red heels. When my cock was free I pressed it against her ass. She lifted her body. I fingered the black elastic bands of the garters, slipping fingers under them. She reached under herself and pulled the head of my cock to her cunt and then pushed back onto me, hard. I sank into her hot, steaming flesh. I encountered her resistance, a tight ring that repulsed my assault. I pressed harder and she groaned and equaled my pressure with pressure of her own. I pulled back, then thrust steadily forward till I felt her body release itself onto my cock. She ran one hand out past her head and lay on the table while the other held onto the edge. I thrust at her over and over again, rooting deeper and deeper, never pulling away but pushing harder and harder, knowing the edge of the table would be marking her. I grabbed her hips and began to pull back, slowly withdrawing my sizzling cock from her pussy and then eased back down into her clutching depths, slowly, luxuriously. I savored the clinging feel of her cunt as it tightened and loosened around my cock. Backwards and into her again; Valerie moaned.

"Fuck me." She said softly. 

"Louder." I muttered. I leaned over and grasped her by the tits and pulled at her body, lifting till both hands could hold her by the breasts. Val got her elbows under her and I pinched both nipples, hard. She made some inchoate noise, a voiceless sound from the depths of her throat. Her weight sagged onto my hand. In that moment I wanted to know something else about her, thinking about her throat. I pulled my cock completely free of her cunt and stumbled back. 

"No." She said. "Put it back. Fuck me more." 

I pulled off my shoes and she turned around to look at me, not rising from her position on the table, but leaning on her elbows, massive breasts partially hidden but swaying as she twisted to peer back at me. I stepped out of my pants. "On your knees. I want my cock in your mouth." I stripped my briefs down and off my legs. 

She glanced down at my glistening cock, no doubt thinking about her own cunt juice now liberally smeared from tip to root. She rose, fluidly from the table, watched me take off my shirt and then got to her knees. I stepped up to her and she opened her mouth, looking up at me. Then she closed her eyes and inhaled. My cock went into her mouth, leaving a glistening rim of liquid on her lips. My cock slid down her throat, seeking the origin of that primal sound. I pumped her mouth four or five times, touching the back of her throat each time before I pulled free and lifted her up and kissed her hard. She was breathless from the assault on her throat. I moved a kitchen chair away from the counter and sat down. "Mount me." I said. My desire to fill her equaled my desire to attenuate the lush sensation that a new body offers, the mystery and the promise of pleasure pulsing back and forth between us. 

Val approached me. I sat on the chair with my legs together, my cock sticking up. I put a hand on her hip and she widened her legs till she had them wide enough and then awkwardly walked over me. Slowly she squatted till my cock touched her skin. "Tell me what you want." I said. 

"Fuck me. I want your cock inside my pussy, in my body, in me!" She said. Then she took hold of my cock, positioned it at the entrance to her wet hole and dropped onto it. For a horrible moment I thought we were going over backwards and I flinched forwards, almost dislodging her. I got my balance back and put both hands onto her ass and pulled her securely onto my cock. 

Val shivered and moaned at the same time. "Oh yes, fuck me." She muttered. "GOD but I love your cock in my cunt." She lifted her head and bent to kiss me. Her mouth was open and hot, her lips moved over my skin and her tongue lashed at my lips. Then something happened and she straightened, lifting both legs so her entire weight pressed my cock into her. I grasped her ass and began to rock her gently to get some friction and she shuddered and came, arching her back which presented her breasts. I took one nipple in my mouth and bit down, just enough to shake her and she tried to pull loose but that only made me bite down harder. She became completely still, vibrating and sweating in the increasingly cool house. 

"Bite my other one." She whispered. 

I did and she shuddered, violently, arching her back again and trying to wrap her legs around me which she could not do because of the chair. Then she collapsed. I held her for a while, running my hands up her back and then back down to her ass. I pulled her ass cheeks apart but did not go further. I stroked her hair and then I nudged her back to the present and she stood up, backing away from me like she noticed me for the first time. 

Surprisingly, I had not come yet. I wanted to come inside her little purse. "Where's a bed?" She nodded and then strode past me. I followed. The room was clearly the bedroom she shared with tiny Ted, all white frills. The bed had a canopy and a mirror at the headboard. "On the bed. On your back. Legs open." 

She did not speak but obeyed exactly, taking her position in the middle of the large white bed with her knees bent and thighs wide, waiting for me, watching with intense eyes. I crawled over a leg and bent to kiss her nipples. When I lifted my head, I gazed into my own hazel eyes, seeing the supine woman, her legs up and bent, held open for me by her hands. Her breasts pulled to the side but remained tall, her nipples glistening and erect. I watched myself grasp my cock and probe her hairless crotch, painting the lips of her pussy with the head till I found the right point and moment to penetrate her. I slammed my hips down, piercing her pussy with my cock. 

Valerie screamed. Her ass jumped up to meet the invasion. Her feet dropped to the bed, her hands grabbed my shoulders and she met my stroke with a blow of her own. I took firm hold of her hips and then I was coming, overcome by the velvet texture of her inner being, the contracting reactions of her flesh to my demanding presence. I could not resist any longer. With a groan I fell onto her, spearing her to the bed. I spasmed and jerked over and over. Val wrapped her legs about me and held me with her whole body, cradling my head in the cove of her neck while my hands clinched on her ass. I gasped. I panted. I fought for air, my eyes dark with the pleasure that flooded through me. 

When I could, I rolled to the side and lay still, resting for a moment, feeling the inspiration leaving my cock. I closed my eyes and rested, consciousness fading from me. The next thing I new, perhaps an hour or a moment later I felt the warm wash cloth cleaning me and then I felt a tongue laving my cock. For some reason, I thought of Ingrid, imagining her licking this woman's cunt while I fucked her from behind. My cock rose. Enough time had apparently passed though I had been without this sort of encounter for some time. I stiffened and hardened and straightened. Valerie crawled up my body widening her legs to mount me. She sank down on me with a groan and began to ride me. Her body rocked, her hands on my chest. In only a few moments she stiffened with a shriek, her hips jerked on me, punching her cunt up my body, taking my cock hard into her depths over and over again. 

Then she melted, flowing down onto me as though her bones had turned to honey. 

I pushed her to the side and thence onto her back. I bent over her and kissed her. She was panting and when my lips covered her, she blew through her nose. That sound, the punctuated exhalation always aroused me. She was challenging her very need to breathe to kiss me. I kissed a track to her left breast and sucked hard on her nipple. She grunted. I repeated it on her right and she moaned. She pulled my up so she could kiss me. Her legs opened and her hands guided my body between her legs. One hand took hold of me by the cock and pulled me on top of her. She lifted her legs; my cock sank deeper into her body. She shuddered as I slide over her raw cunt which seemed to steam with her desire. 

"Say it." I muttered into her neck. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, god, fuck me!" She responded with a rising crescendo. Her hands found my ass and pulled me hard down onto and into her body. Her breath whooshed out of her and I struggled to get to my elbows but she locked her ankles around my waist and with her heels pulled me deeper into her cunt. That center of her body flowered and opened, letting me in deep. I suddenly felt the rise of pleasure in my loins, I wanted it to last longer and withdrew, lifting her quivering body off the bed as I tried to escape her. She clinched harder, sealing us together. I relented and pounded down into her again. Her legs broke free with a sob as I sliced through her flesh, filling her with my desire and my demand for her. Grasping her plush ass, I bound us together while my hips rose and fell in short, abrupt strokes. 

Valerie screamed and her body arched beneath me. Her hips rose from the bed, lifting me for just a moment before dropping back down. She repeated this several times, flexing up against my implanted prick, bearing the weight of us both off the white bedspread before the orgasm wracking her body subsided and she lay still. I lay still fighting the urge to pound into her more and harder, letting her recover from the bliss but then surrendered, rising and seeking her lips with mine as I felt the orgasm approaching. I launched a new assault, all frenzy and power, speeding towards my own climax. I kissed her hard, finding her mouth open and her tongue probing me. I pounded at her cunt with my cock a few more times and then erupted deep inside her quivering pussy. Her tongue tangled with mine and she grunted, hunching her hips at me as I drove my cock into her over and over again. I moved my hands to her ass and pulled myself deeper and deeper, trying to spear her to the bed while her legs held me tightly in place, spurting into her all the while. Then I was still, twitching a bit while she stroked my sweating back and flexed her legs in little jolts.

Then it was over. My interest flagged and I rolled to the side after her legs released me. She rolled into my arms and raised her lips. I kissed her like a lover. It was a friendly kiss. I loved to kiss while I was coming and that kiss passed muster. 

"How did I do?" She asked. 

"How did I do?" I replied. 

After a while I got up, seeing it was dark outside, I knew Ted would be home soon. I did not want to be here when he arrived. I gathered my clothes and dressed while Val lay naked on the bed, running her hands over her body, touching her huge breasts, tweaking the nipples and massaging them, dipping a finger into the puddle of mingled cum forming near her pussy. When I was dressed I stopped at the door. "You'll do, Val. But you need to understand, from now on, you are mine. Tell Ted to come see me when he gets home. I'll give him the cash. Three grand, the rest once he signs the contract. If you change your mind, I understand but if I pay your husband, then you are mine. Do you understand?"

I waited and she was silent, in the dimness I could not see her. Then she spoke. "I understand. I will send him over as soon as he arrives home." I waited to see if she would mention the rest, to see if she would speak at all. She merely cupped her huge breasts and squeezed, closing her eyes as she did so. The first installment in my Fucking Investment was made.



A Fucking Investment Ch. 03



Chapter 3

Number 2: Liza

"Mind if I sit down?" I asked. The redhead looked up and me. She was short, her angles all rounded, with huge boobs and the smallest waist possible which could flair to such fabulous hips. There was no recognition in her green eyes. She did not respond so I sat down. The glance she gave me was vitriol mixed with indifference and I do not know which was worse. I set down my drink and said, "I have to admire a woman who has just been told she has to get out of her house in the morning. Brave move to go to the bar." I spoke off-handedly but with a chuckle just beyond the tone of my voice. 

Her eyes flared, an emerald light seemed to light them. She wore a pink dress right out of the sixties, like it was a castoff from Madmen but with a clashing red lipstick which created a visual dissonance with the fiery red of her hair. "How do you know about that?"

"I asked." I pointed with my glass at my guy Crowley sitting across the bar having a drink with three floozies. 

"Why did you ask? Who are you and why won't you leave me alone?" She took a pull on her Tom Collins. 

"The second answer first. You have a very fuckable body and I thought I would see if I could get you into bed tonight. Just the two us, for some mind blowing sex that will make you scream your name." 

"Get lossss . . . . my name? Why would I scream my own name unless I was having sex with myself?"

"Ah, you are listening. And we are neighbors. I bought the Strasbourg house. I moved in a couple weeks ago. First question. I saw his car over at your house this afternoon. I waited till his car left and I was coming over to introduce myself when you left. So I followed you and you apparently followed him." I pointed again. "Do you think he noticed?"

The redhead looked over at Kaiser Soze and then back at me. "I am sure he noticed." She shrugged which made her breast billow before her like an angry pink sea. "What the fuck. My name is Liza and no, not Minnelli. McCall, Elizabeth McCall." She put her head down and stared at her drink which was no more than half empty. One napkin so it was her first; she was not drunk. 

"You are not drunk. That's good." I said. 

"Why is that good?" Liza asked, sipping. 

"Because I do not like fucking drunk women. How old are you?"

She smiled. "If this passes for your charm offensive you have the last half right." She smirked and drank again. 

"Offensive, I get it. Listen, the guy has put the arm on Ted and Val Hanson, too; last week. I sort of got involved. Val thought you might be having the same sorts of problems, results, not causes I mean. I thought perhaps I could help you too." 

"Help me? How?"

"They lost control of their house and the sob's gave them 24 hours to get out. I got them enough cash to get out from under for a little while." 

"Cash? Why would you give them cash?"

"Ted sold Valerie to me. For sex." I said, drinking. That did get me a glance that became a look that turned into a stare. "I am serious. When I saw that guy at your house, I thought I would make you the same offer."

"Fuck you for sex? Fat chance. Do I look like a hooker to you?"

"You know what hookers are wearing this season, do you? Keep up on that sort of thing?" I did not want to be nasty but redheads . . . you had to watch them, like sharks if they smell blood you are history. I softened my tone. "Look, I am just coming out of a long term relationship but I do not want to do without sex. Nor do I want to buy it on the market. I want to have a lover, a woman to fuck when I want, to play with who is getting something out of it that is agreed to and known so she is not so busy angling to get what she does want she forgets to keep her legs open when it counts. Or closed, for that matter. I fucked Val last week on this arrangement and I need to have someone else I am fucking or it fucks up the deal with her husband. You know, the jealously thing. If I am fucking two women, he has less cause to be jealous."

"So you came to me? Divorced, alone, broke and you are looking to make time with me? What a shit!" 

"Yes, I came to you but because I think I can help and I genuinely want to do so. I am not looking to entrap you. I just want an arrangement that I can control with someone who has as much to benefit from the deal as I do."

"And as much to lose." Liza included. 

I nodded. "As much to lose. But I am not interested in having someone who does not want to be sexual with me. At the same time, I am not suggesting that you give me what I want and get the same thing. You need something different and I happen to have it. If you like fucking me, fine, we can work out an arrangement. If not, then no harm."

"But I will still be the woman you asked to fuck for money and you will be the man who asked me to fuck for money." 

I shook my head. "No. I am simply the man who suggested we open the books and agree on the accounting rather than try to force each other to sign off on someone else's balance sheets as an afterthought. Everybody fucks with something else in mind and they do not want to let on till after the sex begins to degrade. Then out comes the secondary considerations ostensibly to offset the reduction in the quality or quantity of sex, money, commitment, freedom, children . . . whatever. The fact is that the experienced sexual human today comes to anticipate those secondary demands and dreads them which in turn diminishes the quality of the sex and accelerates the destruction of the whole relationship. I like sex and would like to avoid doing without but it is complicated. The main trouble with anonymous sex is that it necessarily lacks affection, which is to say you should not take it personal the first few times. But once you get to know someone, if they still like you after hearing you fart in your sleep, that means something and I hate to lose that just because the sex gets crowded out by secondary considerations which we are only using to compensate for the reduced quality of sex. I think there is something wrong with augmenting sex with other things." I took a breath and felt abashed. I took a drink and I supposed I looked a bit embarrassed because I saw the barest hint of a smile on Liza's lips, the merest thaw in her demeanor. My cock stirred. 

"Look, I am sorry to be so presumptuous. I love your body and if you can kiss as good as you look, I think it would work for me." I took an exaggerated breath, inhaling deep and long. Liza watched me with squint-eye fascination, now comfortably past the initial irritation as the intrusion. "See? I am breathing in your pheromones and they affect me. I am aroused by your presence, by the white perfection of your skin. But I am not arrogant enough to think that my arousal is sufficient reason for you to sleep with me and certainly not in the midst of your current, personal crisis. So I am offering what you need which seems like a fair, transparent exchange. If you get what you need from me, so much the better, I would prefer that, even. But you do not seem to be interested so I'll move along." I shuffled my feet, took hold of my drink, picked up my napkin but did not stand.

Liza turned her head, casting her gaze in the direction of my guy laughing at his table. "You are too late anyway. Mr. Crowley or whatever his name has already offered to give me three more days if I would blow him. I told him to go fuck himself. So, unless you can get three thousand dollars for me by seven tomorrow morning, you are just too fucking late with your kind offer." Redheads and sarcasm, it seemed to fit. I did not want to make her angry to see if that cliché was truer than it seemed. The snarl she wrapped around her words was ward enough for me. If there had not be a distinct lift at one corner of her full, scarlet lips, I might have actually stood up and left. When her eyes came back to me from gazing over her shoulder at Crowley, they twinkled. 

I felt a stab of elation in my chest but only shook my head. "That is really fast. I gave all the immediate cash to Val and Ted to cover their situation. If you could get him to lay off you for three days, I might be able to help." I chuckled deep inside; my man Crowley was working his own angle. I would not interfere, perhaps we could help each other. He did work for me, after all. 

"Might? Might? You want me to go blow that guy on the off chance that you can find enough money to keep him from taking my house? Are you fucking nuts?"

I held up my hands. "Okay. Okay. I get your point." I stared right into her breasts and cleavage, never looking at her eyes. Some women get irritated when you stare and others begin to feel powerful and safe. Liza seemed to relax so long as I avoided her eyes. "I know I can get the money. I may take a bath on the bond liquidation but I can get it." 

"How much exactly?" 

"Three thousand by Monday, like you said. Twenty by late next week." I stopped, fearing I had said too much. 

"I need forty thousand to do this or it makes no difference." Liza said evenly, her eyes lids slitted her eyes. 

I scratched my chin and sat back. I wanted to laugh because the close on this deal was so easy. The money did not matter and she did not know that. I was negotiating for pussy and she was haggling over price so the difficult part was done. The good thing about people comfortable with selective repression is that you can pay them to fuck you and they will ignore the fact if you do not make a big deal about it. "That much could take longer. It would take you forever to work it off."

"Work it off? What do you mean?"

"I am taking sex for money, a trade. When you fuck, I have to value it a given amount to know how much to reduce your debt by. I guarantee you no woman is worth forty grand for a single fuck."

"I ain't trading sex for money." 

"And you are fucked if you don't do something, unless you like living in that little sports car you drive. What is it?" I happened to know it was leased and seriously in arrears. "At least I am not trying to make it seem like you are not fucking for money. You are too smart for that. But unless you have a rich gay uncle, I would say you are out of options." Her husband Jackson blew all her money at the ponies while she was having tea and crumpets. Now she was broke and had pissed everyone off whom she could hope to go to for help. She was not going to piss me off; if anyone got pissed it would be her and I do not mean drunk. "You have nothing to trade but that monkey between your legs. I am not trying to be crude but understatement seems silly at this point. Time is short and you are too smart to be talked into something so obvious. I am just saying." The irony of this statement did not escape me. There is something about irony that makes people proud but I am not sure why. Pride goeth before a fall, though so I kept my face sober, serious and rigorously straight. 

"It's a Viper." Liza looked over at me and then she smiled, a genuine, from the heart smile. "Ok, fine. You're right, no way I can live in the Viper and my credit cards are no good. Only way would be to go live with my shitty brother and he would be after me the moment I stepped in the door and Jean and I would fight over it. Then I'd have to fuck him for shelter, so it seems like I should take the long view and fuck you now for cash." She shrugged, making her breasts heave and settle. "Sorry I have been so nasty. I am sorry but this has been a shitty, shitty day and you are trying to cheer me up by making me into a hooker. What sort of rate are you talking about?" 

"Depends." I hesitated but she did not press for details. I was trying not to smile. I was offering to buy her body and she was apologizing to me. Ain't life grand? "Depends on what you are willing to do. There are some conditions and you have to sign a contract." An idea formed in my head at the moment, as I stared at her cleavage, hoping for a gap in the dress so I could see more. None was forthcoming. "The worst you'll get would be a hundred for a straight fuck. I think you could get more for other stuff."

"Other stuff? Like what?"

"Depends. I would look for stuff that you would like but in particular, I want to find the stuff that you have not tried yet that you might like. Then I make you try it, force you if it turns you on, seduce you otherwise, persuade you is I can. One of the conditions is for you to try everything once. After that we negotiate. If I really liked fucking your ass for example, and you held out against it, the price might go up until you could stand it." I think she muttered something about standing up is not the problem but I did not catch it. "But only until I found another woman who would take it up the ass. Make no mistake, you are going to be one of several women I purchase to satisfy my year of living dangerously." I stopped. "I understand Valerie likes it up the ass." I said as an aside, to punctuate the mercantile environment she was stepping into. I expected that would make her feel safer, perhaps more at home. 

Liza looked thoughtful, considering which made me happy. "Forty thousand?" She asked and I nodded. She stood up. "Watch my drink. I am going to go see if I can get us some time." She sashayed over to Mr. Crowley and after a couple minutes of discussion, he got up and when outside. Liza went to the bathroom. She swung by our table and dropped her panties into my lap. "He wants a blow job but won't let me take out his cock unless my cunt is bare. Hold onto these sweetie and watch my purse, that one over there, I mean. I'll be back."

Liza walked out the door and ten minutes later she returned to her seat, downing the shot of gin I had ordered and then drank half of the fresh Tom Collins sitting beside it. "That man was funky!" She said, flexing her tongue in and out of her mouth. "But what a cock! He was hung like a horse but came like a twelve year old boy!" She looked at me a laughed a bit. "I got us three days. Can you get me the three grand by Monday? I ain't touching you till I see some green. I am not taking a check! And no credit cards." She smirked but it was a friendly smirk, almost a joke between friends. She downed the last of the Tom Collins. "Well? Do I order another drink or what?"

I patted the air in front of me. "Give me a minute." I took out my cell and called Valerie but did not speak her name. I wanted it to be a surprise. "Hi, it's me. Josh. I am wondering if you are available for a little hanky panky tonight?" She agreed and I gave her instructions. I hung up the phone. "She'll be there in thirty minutes, so if you want a drink, you have to hurry." 

Liza was staring at me. "What the fuck? Aren't you going to fuck me or kiss me or whatever to see if I qualify for your social services?"

"You said no sucky fucky till you see the color of my money and I could only get five hundred from the cash machine tonight; otherwise, I am tapped out. So I thought you might enjoy watching me fuck someone else. I like being watched, particularly when there is some chance I might get a good fuck on credit or, as in this case, I know that I have a good chance to get your clothes off and your feet pinned to your ears eventually, if I am patient." 

"And liquid," Liza smirked. "Son, you do have a way with words. Get the check and give me my panties. I do not want to leave a wet spot on my seat." She slipped them on right there at the table while I took care of the check and then we left. We walked awkwardly through the parking lot towards her car. When we got there, she stopped and looked me and for the first time all evening I looked her in the eyes without ever breaking eye contact. She seemed to appreciate it. 

After a pause, she said, "this is me." She stopped beside a green Viper, it matched the color of her eyes. It was almost dark but what light there was glinted in her eyes. I put out a hand and touched her hip. She stepped into my arms and I kissed her lightly on the lips. I unzipped her dress and unhooked her bra while looking into her eyes. Liza did not blink.

Then I stepped back and pulled dress and bra down the front of her body, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her hands were tangled in the sleeves of the dress but I took firm hold of them and pinned them to her side, backing her up against her Viper. I then lowered my head and kissed each of her inverted nipples, little cones of dark color in the middle of huge aureoles. I then sucked on both and she gasped, leaning her back against the cool glass of her car. I released the second nipple and moved between her huge breasts and took hold of her with my lips, sucking violently. I marked her. She pressed against me and I released her hands. They came to my head and were starting to direct me to the other breast so I backed away. 

Liza stood there, sagging against the car, her huge breasts bare and brilliantly white in the gloom. "You know where my house it right? Follow me there and park in my garage. It is empty except for my car." I took another step back as she lifted her hands toward me, a movement which turned into a covering gesture as she pulled her dress back into the place. I turned my back on her, went to my car and drove home. My property was on the corner and had one of the larger lots. It had a modest drive with tall brick walls next to the sidewalk and three gates, two for cars at each end of the circle drive and one at the edge of the property which was just a small gate for people. I drove up the drive which branched to the right from the circle to the garage and saw the headlights follow me in. The door opened and we both drove in and parked. I immediately closed the doors. 

She met me at the steps into the house and she wanted attention. I ignored the subtle demand in her posture. I took her by the hand and lead her into the house, all the way back to the master bedroom. There was a walk-in closet that opened right beside the bed. I opened the door. "When she arrives, you wait in there, in the dark. If you stay back, she will never see you. You can listen and watch and smell everything that goes on. Be quiet and stay there. I am going to spend some time on her. I want her to enjoy it." I turned her around and zipped up the dress. 

"Why? So I won't be tempted to back out?"

"No, so she will come back. These are not contracts designed to be enforced. They are designed to avoid confusion. I want you to have something to think about before you sign yours. I'll get you a drink." I quickly made a Tom Collins and was taking it up to her when the chimes sounded. Liza was sitting on the bed with her panties in her hands. "It is okay if I do myself while you are getting yours, right?" She said, twirling them on one finger. 

I laughed quietly. "Just keep out of sight. She is here and for god's sake, be silent." 

I left the bedroom, closing the door and walked to the front door, forcing myself to walk slowly. I gave Valerie credit, she did not ring twice. When I opened the door I understood why. Ted was with her.

"Good evening, Hansons." I said softly. "So nice to see you both." 

"I told her." Ted opened with that, stepping into the house behind Valerie. Val kept stroking her hair. She wore the same white dress I had fucked her in the day before. I hoped it was clean. "I told her everything." 

"We want the money before we do anything else." Val said. I heard a quaver in her voice. "You had your kiss and your fuck. We just want to be sure that you are going to do what you said. That is a lot of money." 

I shrugged and walked into the kitchen. It had a small desk where I was accumulating my documentation. I took out their contracts and lay them on the cabinet alongside the seventeen thousand in cash I had allotted to them. "If you both will just sign the contracts . . . ." They looked at each other and then signed without reading them. "Just so we are clear, Ted, you no longer have unencumbered rights to Val. She is mine. If you become sexual with her without permission, there is a flat rate penalty of ten thousand dollars cash payable immediately. If you wish to add it to the debt, you will be charged a simple twenty thousand. If you want her, call me and I will give you the going rate. Go behind my back once and it doubles, again, it doubles again. Get the picture?" Ted nodded, not really listening. His eyes were on the stack of hundred dollar bills in my hand. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 03



I turned to Valerie. "Valerie, you have sex with yourself or me and no one else without incurring debt. If you give it away to anyone, the same penalty applies—male or female. Ten thousand. If you wish to sell yourself to someone, including your husband and obtain permission to do so, we will work out a rate which will be added onto your balance. Each instance will be treated differently since the situation can change significantly over time so standard rates will not necessarily apply. You are now a commodity and your value may vary. You will stand the variation in value, not me. I can assure you, however, that fucking you will not depreciate below a hundred a pop and extras will increase from there. If you have questions, we can address it in the future and even adjust the contract to reflect any agreements we make then. So sign, here and here. Ted, take your money and I will take your wife. Val, once you sign, you are mine. Any objections? No? Good!" They signed and I walked Ted to the door. 

"Any difficulties with her?" I whispered. 

"None. She is okay with it all." He said softly. "A, any chance I could watch you do her?" I shook my head. "Not tonight, Ted. Maybe never for free. I may have to charge you." 

He shrugged and grinned. He seemed excited, happy. "It might be worth it." He opened the door. I caught his arm. "Ted, you need to hold onto that money. If you do not have the money to pay the piper next month, it would not be good. This is a friendly arrangement but you have to keep the house and keep your bills paid, understood." It was not a question so much as instruction. "This does me no good if you all get booted out next month. I do not want Mr. Crowley's friends in our neighborhood."  

Ted's spirits seemed to dampen a bit. "I, I was going to go buy some pussy. Val was so excited and I could not even touch her. I need some relief. What do you expect met do?"

"Keep it in your shorts, dude. Do yourself. But don't worry. I think I can work something out that will keep your pecker happy. Second thought, give me the cash. I am giving it to Val to take care of." I held out my hand. I saw the guilt in his eyes and blocked the door. I said nothing but after a moment, he handed me the cash. I let him leave, closed the door and went back into the kitchen. 

"Is everything okay?" Val asked. 

I laid the cash on the counter and turned to her. "I took the money away from tiny Ted. I think he had in mind to go spend some of it. You need to keep in mind that this cash needs to keep you in that house till you pay off your debt. After that, you can do whatever you want with it. But keep it away from him. If you get over twenty grand in debt, I am going to have to find other ways for you to pay it back and that could get awkward."

"I understand." She said, nodding. The quaver in her voice had not improved. "I was wondering . . . "

"Enough business. Tonight, you do not speak. You make noise but if you talk, if you say anything but 'fuck me' or 'harder', anything that does not relate to your cunt or our pleasure, I will gag you. No business." To her credit, Val merely nodded and slowly moved her hands behind her back, extending her breasts towards me. "Come with me." 

We entered the bedroom and I turned on a lamp which provided little or no illumination of the closet which was darkly open. The door of the room faced the foot of the bed and on the other side of the bed was the entrance to the master bath. 

At the door to the bedroom, I took Val by the hand and led her over by the bathroom door. The lamp cast her shadow onto the drapes which covered the windows from floor to ceiling. I thought about what she had told me and wondered if she had told the truth. I decided to test it. "Dear Valerie," I whispered into her ear, "unless I request it, you should never wear the same clothing two times in a row. Until I get to know your body and your wardrobe better, you should wear something different every time I summon you. Nod if you understand."

She nodded. "Have you ever had a man remove your clothes?" I asked. 

"Yes. Of course." I touched a finger to her lips and her eyes widened a bit. I wanted her to get in the habit of not talking so she would not say something I was not ready for Liza to hear. Liza knew Valerie was here and must have been staggered by the idea that she was going to watch this friend be fucked for her amusement. Until she signed the contract however, I needed to control the conversation. 

Val nodded with understanding. "Do you wish me to remove this dress for you?"

She nodded. "I walked around her but did not touch her. She turned her head the first time I walked around her but the second time she seemed to grasp what was happening and kept her head front and center, waiting with her hands clasped before her, across the slight bulge of her belly. I circled several times, letting the silence touch us both and listening for any hint of sound from Liza. I kicked off my shoes. I was so conscious of Liza, I lost connection to Val till she shifted her feet and looked around for me. I moved in behind her and stood close enough that she could feel my body there, next to her. She was breathing hard. Just the delay, the anticipation, the expectation seemed to have aroused her. I leaned close and smelled her hair. "You smell good. Are you wet? If I tried to enter you right now, would you be ready?" 

Her shoulders rose and fell. I touched her arms at the elbows and pulled them gently to her side and then ran my fingers up to her shoulders. Once there, I moved them around to clasp her breasts, again, very lightly. I moved my hands till I could stroke the spot on each breast where I guessed her nipples were, covered by dress and the cups of the bra as they were, and began to stroke there with each thumb. She fidgeted. I moved my hands to her hips and lower till I left the dress and was stroking up and down on her legs, her stockings. I stroked for a moment, then raised my hands under the dress, up to the limits of the stocking, thence onto the skin above each. I followed the garters up to her waist. 

No panties. 

"Very nice." I said softly and then dropped my hands and the white stretch dress so that she appeared as she had been. I moved around in front of her. Val raised her eyes to look into mine. I bent to kiss her and she watched me till my lips touched hers and then they closed. I kissed her without touching her at any other point, just the lips, till her hands lifted and she placed one against my chest and the other on my shoulder. A moment later she moved the hand from my shoulder to my neck and behind it. She pulled gently at my neck and with that small pressure, her lips opened and she licked my lips with her tongue. I sucked at her tongue and then pulled away. Her hands dropped to her sides. 

I moved behind her and stood still for a moment. I gathered her hair and kissed her on the neck. Her head dropped to the side. She writhed beneath my lips and both hands found my thighs and moved higher and pulled at me while she pushed her ass back at me. I evaded her attempt to feel my cock which was waking. Holding her hair to the side, I liked once at the hickey on her neck. I pulled the zipper in the back down her back to the very bottom. I moved her hair to the front of her body and then began to kiss around on her neck and back. I released her hair and then unhooked the bra. Valerie sighed. I put my hands inside the dress, ran them around to her tummy and then both up and under the bra till I had firm hold of both breasts. I pinched the nipples lightly and she sagged back to me, against my chest. I moved my hands out to her shoulders and removed bra and dress from her arms. The top part of the dress fell forward, leaving her torso bare to my caresses. I stroked her stomach and then found each breast again. I turned her and began to kiss her right breast, down the steep slope and to the side, lifting it to kiss underneath then over the top before finding the nipple. Then I did the same to the other breast. 

Val loved the attention. I kissed her breasts for minutes and then made my way up to her lips and kissed her hard, taking her in my arms and bending her to and fro as I forced my tongue deep into her mouth. She wheezed through her nose but did not break the kiss. Finally, I stood her up and said, "I am going to get us something to drink. You stand right there. Do not move an inch or I swear I will spank your ass till you scream." I thought that would be a good deterrent but I was mistaken. When I returned with the wine, she was lounging on the bed, her dress discarded. Her cunt was bare but she retained the garter belt, garters and hose, and her red high heels. When I appeared, she lifted a knee exposing her pussy. She ran a hand across her bare mons pubis and a single finger lightly along the pursed opening of her pussy. The cherry red finger nail glistened as it caressed her. Val gasped. 

I approached cautiously and offered her a sip of the wine, took it from her and set both glasses on the stand beside the bed. I got to my knees before her, pulled her to the edge of the bed and parted her knees. When I kissed her thigh, she slumped back onto the bed, first to her elbows and the, when my tongue touched her pussy lips, fully onto her back. Rather than tease her, I moved immediately to her clit and finding it, began to suck on it gently then more violently. She jerked with the initial contact and soon her hips began to rise and fall. I rode the swells of her body. Her hands moved to the back of my head and I could vaguely hear her begin to moan in some rhythm matching the movement of her hips. Her legs splayed but she could not find a place to hook her heels so finally she placed them over my shoulders. By then she had laid down flat on the bed and I moved down to her cunt and began to such and lick. I put a finger between her lips, pressing it deeply into her flesh but the angle was difficult and I could not seek her g-spot. 

When I entered her with the finger her hips jerked up and then dropped. When my tongue sank in and hooked high into her, her hips flexed upwards again and she held them there, suspended between her heels resting on my back and her shoulders on the bed while I sucked at her pussy. It soon became wet and she shivered through a small, light orgasm and dropped back to the bed. I rose away from her, escaping her legs and drank from the wine, swallowing it and then taking some into my mouth. I went to her immediately and took hold of each knee, parted her legs and pressed my lips against her pussy and spewed the wine through my lips into her pussy. It immediately began to run down to the crack of her ass and I sealed my mouth over her pussy and drank the wine from her chalice. At that moment, her legs clamped hard over my head and the world disappeared though it quaked and shook. For thirty seconds I could not breathe. My hands grasped her ass and held it tight against my mouth while I tried to move my tongue deeper into her body . . . and failed. She was shaking so hard with the new assault on her senses that I could not direct my tongue to any place so it only flailed about in the grooves and ridges of her inner being. After the moment passed, her thighs opened, air returned to my nostrils and I sat back gasping for air. 

Val lay on the bed, her legs dangling, limp, her hands gripping the bed spread. Then they too relaxed. I stood up and began to undress. I removed my shirt. Val lifted her head, seeing me unbuckling my pants, she moved to a more comfortable position on the bed and lay with her head on her hand, watching as I loosened my belt. I flexed my torso once and she smiled. I am well appointed better than some, inferior to others. I worked and exercise help with travel and long nights and the rigors of my position in life. I was far from cut but I was not flabby either, muscular, not doughy. I took time with the button of the trousers. When it came free, I went immediately to the zipper but I saw Val lift a hand, with the index finger raised and I slowed my motion. The hand returned to its rest on her naked hip. Slowly, the zipper descended, making a metallic scrapping sound in the suddenly silent room. Outside a car passed, the lights playing around the room in geometric chaos. 

With my pants opened, my cock took a prominent position, straining against my briefs. I released my pants and they drifted down my thighs. I watched Valerie. Her eyes tracked over my body, returning often to my eyes before wandering afield again. She licked her lips. The room felt chill but not cold, cool but sill I felt sweat forming on my back as the woman gazed at me. I bent to push my pants lower. The action punched the head of my cock past the waistband of the briefs. I stepped out of the pants and tossed them aside. I straightened, consciously arching my hips a little to keep the head of my cock in view. Val's breath hissed through her teeth as she inhaled and then the sound of her sigh seemed to echo in the room. With her eyes fixed on my crotch, I glanced at the black rectangle where I knew Liza was watching us. I felt impatient. I wanted her to see me climbing between Val's open thighs and hear her as I entered her the first time. 

I pulled my briefs down to my thighs, revealing my cock and let them drop. "Stand up." I whispered. 

"I don't think I can." Val whispered back. She slumped to her back, her breasts formed a silhouette on the top of the bed. Light from the rest of the house and the floodlights illuminated her. 

I moved to the edge of the bed. I thought about Liza, if she could hear us and wondered what she was doing. I lifted my head and stared for a moment into the dark maw of the closet but I could see nothing. The only thing I heard was our panting, Val and I, trying to catch our breath. I shrugged and pulled the bed spread over her and the top sheet so that she was covered. Val giggled and struggled out from under the spread and ended up on her knees. I immediately moved in front of her and poked her cheek with my cock. She caught it with one hand and kissed the tip, very lightly. Then she licked along the length of it and then took the head into her mouth and sucked on it. She moved my cock deeper into her mouth, slowly but surely till she was nose to nose with my pubic bone. I pulled back and out of her mouth, grasped her by the elbows and lifted, standing her up and turned her around. She bent immediately placing her hands on the bed, presenting me with her ass and cunt. I rubbed between her legs till I found her pussy and put a finger into her. I followed the finger with my cock and I thrust against the door of her cunt, withdrew and pressed deeper, withdrew and pressed deeper. Once I was completely rooted into her cunt, I pulled all the way out and pushed hard on her back, holding her in place, bent over the side of the bed. Without warning, I slapped her ass, hard with my open hand. Val jumped and cried out. 

"I told you not to move and you did. Time for the consequences of disobeying me." I proceeded to slap her ass hard for 15 strokes. I hit her hard but she never resisted but moved her ass back at me each time I moved my hand off her skin. I could not see her smooth skin clearly but when I finished, I left my hand resting on one cheek. It was hot. Valerie was moaning, like a gentle hum with no tune or rhythm. I caressed her pussy, finding it dripping wet. I shuffled in behind her and reentered her, shoving my rigid dick deep and fully into her in one thrust. I found her cunt weeping with moisture but still clasping at my cock like a hungry mouth. I stroked in and out of her, rocking her forward and backwards on the bed for a few minutes. She muttered and groaned several times what sounded like positive affirmations, or perhaps she was just saying 'fuck me'. Then I pulled free of her body and beat her ass with my other hand till it burned with the contact and she was moaning each time my hand struck her flesh. The crack filled the room. Midway through the assault, she collapsed, crushed by the blows. 

Val's arms stretched out beside her ears, her face was in the mattress and she was screaming into the bed, a muffled screech each time I struck her, but she held resolutely still while I spanked her. I watched the closet doorway and for a moment, I saw Liza come forward into the dimness of the room. She was watching me spank Val intently. Her dress was loose and she had her hands pressed to her breasts, out of sight behind her billowing clothing. She caught my eyes and nodded and put a finger into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment and disappeared back into the gloom. I struck Val harder and harder till she lifted her head and cried out, a grunt mixed with a mewling cry. I stopped and stood her up. 

"Get on the bed, on your back. I watched as she crawled onto the bed. She lay down gingerly. Once flat on her back, her legs opened and she lifted her fiery ass off the cool sheets. I got between her legs and fingered her pussy. It was drenched with fluid. I pushed her legs further apart. "Say it." I hissed. 

She understood immediately and hissed back, "Please fuck me. Oh fuck me hard. Hurry, fuck me!" She seemed to sing the refrain to an orchestra only she could hear. I loomed over her, walking my hands up beside her undulating body. Her hands found my cock. She had raised her ass off the bed and held it there while she fit her pussy lips around my cock. Once the head was hooked into her cunt, I hammered her down onto the bed and Val screamed, a wordless scream that had no meaning; an inchoate cry of pain mingled with ecstasy. Despite her best intentions, her legs lifted and she made to wrap them around me. Then the fire of the spanking hit her and she dropped them and tried to use them to lift us both off the bed. She couldn't. All she managed to do was to jam the back of her uterus against the end of my cock. When her hot ass hit the sheets, she flinched up again and screamed, for a moment I held still, worried she was hurt but her hands fluttered about my ass, pulling at me and she was blubbering and then I moved again and she screamed again as I pulled out of her and I shoved my cock back into her body. Val began to shake and her legs rose up and clamped down so hard on me my breath went out of me and for a horrifying second I could not catch my breath. The lock of her legs released and I gasped. Her whole body began to shake and shimmy and she pounded up at me with her hips and cunt while her legs rhythmically clasped me deeper into her body and her hands pulled at my shoulders. 

I struggled to my elbows and her face rose up and she kissed me hard, straining to hold the pose till her strength failed her and she dropped back to the bed, her hips still quaking. I bowed my back and sucked a breast into my mouth as much as I could get and then I pinned that inverted nipple against my upper teeth with my tongue and sucker harder. Val shrieked again, babbling for me to fuck her harder and harder and that she was mine. I released the breast and did the same to her other tit and her voice again changed tone. I moved my hands to her ass, pulled out of her as much as her clasped legs allowed and then rammed my cock into her again while pulling at her ass with my hands. Her ass was hot to the touch and her head whipped back and forth as I fucked her. Finally her legs fell away from me and I could gain some leverage and I withdrew to the gates of her love channel and slammed into her, over and over again as she moaned, descending from the heights. My own orgasm appeared in the distance and I pursued it, rapidly hammering her ass into the mattress while my hands gripped her fevered flesh. She moaned and muttered at me till finally I came, clinching us together and thrusting with little bumps, spraying her womb with my come till I was suddenly and completely spent. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 03



My hands relaxed and her ass dropped but jerked when we touched the mattress. She shuddered and then struggled out from under me and turned on her side, facing away from me, facing the open maw of the closet where Liza watched. The thought of the redheaded woman peering out of the darkness at Val, panting and cursing under her breath stirred me. I got up and found wet a wash cloth and wiped off my cock. I walked to the bed and forced Val over onto her back. She resisted I forced her and then held her while I swabbed at her cunt, getting as much of the spillage as I could before I tossed the cloth to the bathroom and mounted her again. 

"Oh god, not again. Not on my back . . .!" She plead. I relented and she turned away from me but I rolled her to her stomach and pulled at her hips. She realized, I think, that if she did not rise, I would mount her from behind, against that fiery ass so she struggled to her knees. I positioned myself behind her and fucked her from behind. She held still, head down cradled in her arms looking towards the bathroom, away from the closet. It was at that moment that Liza stepped into the light, naked. She put her back against the door jamb and with both hands rubbed her crotch hard and fast while I pounded into Val from behind. Val's ass began to move as I stroked into her. I leaned over her and grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her hard against me, pressing my cock deep into her cunt. She grunted and then she lifted her head. I put a hand on her neck and forced her face back into her arms. My strokes were much shorter and I was tiring quickly. I looked over to see Liza's face, eyes closed, mouth a rictus of tension, hands a blur on her pussy and clit and then she made a sound and I echoed it and came, watching Liza shimmy against the door jamb and then stagger into the darkness. I rolled away from Val and lay still. 

"You have to go." I said. "Go home. Now." 

Strangely, she did not argue or hesitate. She got up, gathered up her clothes and dressed in the hall, looking back at me. I got up and walked down with her to the door. She kissed me at the door, me naked, her dressed, sort of. The garters were not done up quite right or completely and the dress was not zipped up on the back and she carried the bra in one hand. 

Val stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "I was wondering, could I get someone else to help me work out my debt?"

I was surprised. "What do you mean?"

She smiled. "I think it would be fun to fuck you with someone else, another woman." She said. "I have a cousin . . . and I always had a thing for her. Would you fuck her and apply it to my bill." 

I closed my eyes. "Same test, same conditions . . . more than likely yes." My idea about Ted and Val was the reverse but both worked. I opened my eyes and smiled. "The money."

"Fuck it. The rent is paid. I'll get it another time." She opened the door and was gone. 

I wondered if she had heard Liza come. I walked stiffly back up stairs to the bedroom and found Liza laying naked on the bed. She looked up at me and said, "Well. Are you going to finish what you started?"

I couldn't. I crawled up and lay beside her. "I can't." I said. 

Liza rolled over and scooted down my body and began to lick at my limp prick but there was no response from either me or my cock. She gave up after a few moments and lay back down. "Go home Liza. If you are convinced that you want to be mine, we'll settle up tomorrow or Monday or whenever."

"Can't I stay? You'll recover and we can fuck later, in the morning." 

I shook my head though her body attracted me. The exhaustion possessed me and I was able to refuse her. "We are going to have a deal and I want to play by the rules now because once I have your contract, once you are mine, I will expect you to stick to our agreement." 

Liza absorbed that for a moment. "Watching you fuck Val was one of the greatest things I have ever experienced." She said matter of factly. "Several times I was going to come in and push her aside and pound your cock into me . . . but I thought that would be rude. That was her rodeo." Liza snickered. "I want you to fuck me sometime and then make her suck your come out of me." 

"That is for me to decide. I own you, remember?"

"Not yet you don't. Monday, maybe. Val is really a sexy woman when she wants to be. I was so surprised. I have been with women before but I wonder if she has?" 

I chuckled. "I assure you, she is going to be." Sharon had these two pegged just right. They were what she thought they were: The smartest, with the least debt and the most likely to fuck for money. Sharon was right on all counts. 

Liza lay there silent for some time and then sat up and padded into the closet, turned on the light and dressed. She came out, more or less dressed, carrying her bra like Val had been. I rose and put on a robe and went around the bed, took her in my arms and kissed her carefully on the lips. "Tell me, Joshua, what sorts of things are you thinking of having me try, when I am yours to command?" She asked in a mocking voice.

"I am going to give you to Ted." I said softly. "And then I will share you with Valerie and anyone else who seems to deserve to fuck a woman like you."

She pulled back and looked up at me. "I have never tasted another woman they always went down on me. But I swear to you, I wanted to have that woman's cunt on my face after you finished with her."

"Another time." I said. She pulled loose from me and walked away. I went down behind her and closed the garage behind her, once she was gone. Then I called my sister. 

"Two down, eighteen to go." I said into the phone. 

"You sound exhausted." 

"Thank you, sis. This is going to be a year of sexual fantasy." 

"And revenge." She said.

"And revenge." I echoed but I could not comprehend how what I had just experienced was revenge. But women are a different breed. 

Monday arrived. I told Crowley to arrive at seven and demand payment. Liza called me the minute he arrived. "I need the money." 

"Does that mean we have a deal?" I asked. 

I give her credit, she hesitated. But in the end, she said, "I want the money, all of it. You better hurry or this horny fuck is going to run that horse cock in my and you'll think you're stirring a kettle of soup when you fuck me." She hung up. I was at her house by nine. She was washing out her mouth when I arrived and Crowlely looked appeased. She was fully dressed in the same dress she wore last time and her knees were scuffed, again. He had given her till Monday morning which was actually three and a half days from his last blow job and so he collected on the difference. I handed her three grand in cash and she handed it to Crowley. He bowed slightly and left without a word. 

"He does not seem upset that you are interfering." Liza said. 

I shrugged. "He does seem to be a sport. It's just business. But in this economy, he is likely getting pussy five times a day. Here is the contract. After I kiss you, you can sign it." I laid it on the kitchen counter. 

She looked at it. "I never thought I could be so easily bought," she said. Then she turned around and lifted up her hair. "Unzip me." 

I demurred. Instead, I took that opportunity to kiss her neck, lightly and then I ran my tongue across the skin to the dress. Liza sighed. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her backwards against my hard cock, pressing it against her pliant butt. It felt good, soft. I kissed back up her neck to her ear and she squealed when I touched it with the tip of my tongue, running the wet tip around the coils of her ear. She moaned and kept hold of her hair canting her head. I moved my hands down to the hem of her dress and but both hands on her legs, nearly crouching to do so because the dress was longer than my arms and her legs were short enough to require it. She had on panty hose. I stroked her hose-encased legs, running them all the way up between her legs, stroking her thighs and then her pubis, scratching the nylon fabric lightly with my fingernails. She turned in my arms and then backed away. 

"What about that kiss?"

"Where's the bed?" I returned.

She turned and walked back into the house to the master bedroom. I was close behind and stopped her hand before she touched the light. She turned naturally to me and I kissed her lips, lightly, carefully, while I massaged her boobs through dress and bra, pressing so strongly against her that she took a half-step, a sort of hop back, breaking the delicate connection of our lips. In the dimness she stood still, gazing up at me. 

"Are you sure you are ready to do this? Once my cock enters your pussy, the contract is valid, sign it or not we'll both know you are mine. I will own you. You have to be sure." I almost whispered, speaking so low. "Now, you only owe three grand. Once I am inside, you are into me for twenty grand, or should I say I will be in you for twenty grand, or forty grand whichever you like." 

"Shut up." She said. 

"Tell me you want me. Tell me that you want to give your body to me for our pleasure." I caressed her body, tits and ass, whispering into her ear. 

"Shut up." She said again but it was an unconvincing sigh. 

"Tell me you want my lips on your skin, my hands on your body, my cock in your cunt."

Liza did not move, did not blink. "Unzip me." She said. 

"Lay on the bed, with your head to this side." I countered. It was a large bed with a brushed copper stead, perfect for tying feet and hands at foot and head. Liza removed her shoes and carefully crawled onto the mattress. Her legs were shorter than it was high so she had to stretch to get aboard. She looked at me, folding a leg beneath her then turned and lay down, head at the side of the bed. I knelt beside her and took her head in my hands. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, then her eyes, closing each one. Liza made no sound. I lay both hands on her boobs and cupped them, then lowered my lips to hers. She did sigh then, her mouth had opened and her tongue greeted my lips as I kissed her. I pressed down on her, hands and lips and the pressure opened her mouth wide. Our tongues writhed together. I touched her mouth, the sensitive palate and then her lips, filling her mouth with my tongue. Then she did the same to me. I rose up and gazed down at the supine woman, her eyes closed and her mouth open. 

Her hands lay at her sides, palms flat. Her feet barely reached the other side of the bed. I could not see her clearly. I found the light switch in the private bath and turned it on. Light formed a frame on the floor and lit her pink dress dully so that it appeared almost purple. I approached the bed. "Now I will unzip you." I wondered if she got the message or if I would need more direct, digital means to impress it on her. She did not move. I reached beneath her neck, found the tab of the zipper and pushed it towards her butt. When I got past her middle ribs I found that her back arched naturally off the bed in a gentle curve, balanced on her back and the broad expanse of her butt. 

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" I asked softly.

Her eyes opened. They stayed fixed on me as I reached the limit of the zipper and moved to peel the dress from her shoulders. The dress came free and her white bra came into sight. I leaned down and kissed the exposed skin above each breast, down into the cleavage cleverly formed by the garment. I ran my hands over each one, stroking them through the bra. I stopped, reached below and unhooked the bra. She lifted her arms and I removed the bra. Her boobs fell to the side, evenly. I could clearly see the hickey between them which I gave her several nights before. I leaned over further and kissed first one nipple then the other. Back and forth in time, the same amount of attention for each but not much for either. After a few repetitions, she moved her hands to my head and when my lips touched her nipple again, she held me in place. I sucked as much of her breast into my mouth and she gasped. Holding her in my mouth, I flicked my tongue over the wet nipple, faster and faster. Liza began to pant till she pushed my head away with her hands, then pulled me down to her other breast. I repeated the action but then, when she began to pant with my motion, I bit down on her, gently and she gave a little shriek. She pushed me away and rolled away from me, showing me her brilliant white back. 

I got up, moved around the bed to the other side, reached past her legs and pushed at her hip, rolling her onto her back. I removed the dress. She lay on the bed wearing only panty hose and the panties underneath. "I hate panty hose. Don't wear it anymore." I peeled it off her waist and down her legs. 

"If I don't wear it my legs look fat." She said, looking at me between her boobs. 

I dropped the hose on the floor and pressed my hand into her crotch. She moved her legs wider, her breath caught in her throat. "So lose weight." I said, thoughtlessly. I began to pull at her panties but then saw the hurt, the shattered look in her eyes. 

"I can't. When I diet my tits shrink. My ass is my ass and it never changes."

Her underwear came off. I stood straight, panties dangling from a finger. Her eyes watched me. When they flicked down to the panties, I dropped them. I studied her body for so long that she began to fidget, regarding me as I painted her body over and over with my seething gaze. "You are too short for your body, that is what makes you seem fat. You are perfect. Everything about you directs a man to your hips, to your pussy and tits. You are complete but being your height, it makes everything seem out of proportion. But, Liza, you are perfect." 

I grasped her by each calf and dragged her butt to the edge of the bed. I knelt and pushed her legs towards her head. She grabbed her own knees and pulled her legs apart. For a moment she looked down her body at me but the moment I placed a finger on her pussy, she groaned and lay back, keeping hold of her legs. I ran my hands over the skin of her thighs and up to her pussy. The hair was red, the same color as the hair on her head. I leaned in and lightly licked the lips of her pussy. 

Liza jerked as though I touched her with a cattle prod. I licked her again and she jerked again. I sat back and then stood. Her eyes were closed; she opened them, lifting her head to watch me as I undressed. She watched till I knelt once more between her thighs and jerked again when I licked at her flesh again. I combed fingers through her fine hair, searching for her clit with the back of my fingers. She grunted when I found it. I ran a finger up and down the entrance to her pussy and then began to work it into her body. She grunted again and rolled her hips away from me which served to move her cunt higher, closer to my face and drove my finger deeper into her channel. I moved to the side, dropped my wrist and twisted till I could curl my finger and search for the g-spot. I must have found it right away because she grunted and jerked, her whole body twitching but somehow, without really moving and inch. 

"I am going to fuck you, Liza. Once my cock goes into you, once I am rooted deep in your cunt, you are mine. I will own this cunt and I will use it as I like."

"Yes. Yes. I know." She was panting. I moved my finger and her hips rolled away from me again, inviting me deeper. I began to move the finger into and out of her hole. Then I licked at the lips of her cunt and she shivered. Her legs dropped, feet flat on the bed and her hands found my head. She moved my mouth upwards. I stuck out my tongue and began to search around through the hair, into and through the folds of her cunt.

"Yes. There. There. Oh god, there!"

I found the spot. I could feel the little sentinel rear up. I licked it and the sucked at it, losing it and sucking at her, searching for it again with my tongue. Her thighs came together and I could not hear what she was saying. For a few minutes I toyed with her clit, fingering her cunt. Her hips began to rise up and drop down, up and down, up and down. I moved my finger till I felt the roughness of her spot and her thighs clamped down harder and her hips began to bounce faster and faster. I pulled my finger from her cunt and with both hands, pried her thighs apart, moved down and sucked at her whole pussy with my mouth. She shrieked and came. Thighs and hands held me in place while her hips pounded at my face over and over again till she arched her body high and then all of her relaxed. 

And I could breathe again. I was light headed. I sat back, rubbing my neck and gasping for air. Liza's legs had flopped to the side and her hands lay entwined together, one lone finger moved at her clit. Otherwise she did not move. I struggled to my feet and walked around the bed to her head. "This is your last chance, Liza. I am going to fuck you now. If you stop me, you can go back to your life. If you don't, you are mine till you pay off the debt. I own you. I will sell your cunt to strangers. I will fuck your ass. I will take you on a bus or make you suck my cock in the movies. I will lift your dress in public and show off your beautiful butt. I will make sure you are air tight at least once. Every woman should have a cock in every hole at least once. If you refuse me anything I ask, it will cost you 1,000 dollars. Now move to the middle of the bed so I can put my cock into you."

I do not know how she moved. She was lying on her back with her legs dangling over the side of the bed one moment and the next her head was on one of the pillows and her legs were splayed wide as though she had not moved at all. I crawled between her knees and pressed a palm to her cunt. She sighed. "Last chance." I said softly.

"Shut up." She said, her eyes closed. I rubbed her cunt with my hand, her wet, cunt. Liza opened her eyes and looked directly into mine. "Fuck me, mister. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. Make me come. Enter me. Take me. Make me yours. Own my cunt. Fuck me, Joshua!" I did. I moved forward dangling my very, very hard cock at the entrance of her cunt. I knelt, inserted it and pressed against her pussy. I felt the band holding me out. "Last chance." I said and then arched my back and pounded my cock down into her. I went about half way into Liza before I stopped. I pulled out again and slammed down into her again. She grunted, lifting her legs and rolling her huge butt so my cock was fed more directly into her gaping pussy. I kissed her and felt the desperation in her lips as she kissed me, open mouthed, tongue and lips afire. I ran my hands down to her ass and grabbed hold of them, spreading my hands to grab onto each fantastic, soft, white globe. I pulled at her ass and my cock went deeper into her. 

"Oh my god, fuck me. Harder. Fuck me!" Liza screamed. I started a steady rhythm, up and down but pulling at her ass with both hands and grinding my cock into her harder and harder with each stroke. She began to chant 'yes, yes, yes' in time with my down strokes. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around me and tried to pull me deeper. My orgasm approached, a blinding pleasure that took me out of myself and high above us where I seemed to be looking down on my body slamming heedlessly into Liza's cunt. Her head wagged back and forth, her lips were parted. Suddenly I began to come and she flattened her sway back which rolled her hips higher, pressing her cunt up to meet this last astounding thrust that ended with the flashing behind my eyes and the clinching of my hands on her hips. I jerked and jerked and jerked, over and over again till finally I was done, finished, empty. My body went limp and her butt dropped back to the bed. I lay on top of her as though I were dead, as though my bones had deserted me. Finally, I struggled to my elbows to give her room to breathe and took that opportunity to kiss her. Her lips were closed but they soon opened as I maintained contact. I felt her tongue and then we were kissing, hard and harder. I rolled off of her, over her leg and looped an arm around her neck, lips sealed together. I reached down to her boob and pinched it. No response. I pinched the other and still she kissed me, sucking at my tongue, swabbing my lips with her tongue, one hand against my cheek the other flat against my back. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 04



Chapter 4

The Redhead, the Brunette and Me makes three

Eve. She looked tall but was only five six, five seven. She was a cliché; long hair—breast length, dirty blond, streaked with different shades but different carpet color, which I learned later, so dyed to achieve the effect. She dressed with class but when I followed her to the jewelry store, she was dressed in clothes which were two years out of style, one sleeve had a thread, tell tale signs of decay. 

She was a middle daughter of the nation's royalty. Lost in the mix, she retreated to Holdingsfield. She seemed to rule that little pond for she organized and directed and established precedents. It was she who ousted my sister Sharon with a overtly casual campaign. I could not decide if she was one of my true targets or not but she appeared to be a worthy target, regardless. 

She possessed the class and sophistication she was raised with . . . and with the secrecy. She fled her family, their purposes, their intentions for her, their encumbrances soon after graduation from college, a legacy of the family name with all its expectations, predictions and Calvinist determinism. Because she was not critical to their purposes her disappearance from their world was not missed or violently opposed. It was tolerated with a complacent conviction that she would eventually see the error of her ways and return to the fold, the cove of the Covingtons a she was wont to express it. 

Eve appeared with them socially on occasion but they did not deign to pay any attention to her life. So they missed or ignored the fact of her husband slowly going broke, a descent which my team was intent on hurrying. Ignored with a true indifference which must have cut her in much the same way that her assault on Sharon her my sister. Life seemed curiously balanced before I intervened and I hoped my introduction into her karmic equation would not aim me at a nasty, brutish and short life as a rat when I was next reincarnated. 

We steered tenants away from their properties with inducements, got their staff pregnant, exposed their gay members in the closet and hired those out of the closet away to work for us for they were routinely excellent. We robbed them of their talent along with their clients. Eve's husband had a real estate business which would have been under pressure in any case because of the economy but we made perfectly legal, though I admit costly, moves to move it along, accelerate it which I also confess was because I came to want her in the sexual way. Also, because if any of the women of Holdingsfield possessed the bearing and the comportment of a board member or even the Chairwoman herself, it was Eve Covington Sawyer. We moved on them soon after the slide began. I happened to know that they were rapidly approaching the bottom though I had not sent them the notice of eviction yet. Eve deserved a different tack, she deserved tact in fact. Nonetheless, when she asked the clerk to show her the diamond necklace, I knew she was window shopping as the surprised and eager clerk did not. 

The clerk turned away and I eased in behind Eve. I placed my hands on her hips. I leaned forward and spoke in a normal voice, "That would look beautiful on your neck. Would you allow me to buy it for you?" To her credit, she did not flinch at my touch or show fright when I spoke nor was she enticed by my honest offer, false as it was. 

She turned her head and said in a quiet voice, "I am married." 

I chuckled deep in my chest. "So am I. You are Eve Covington. I recognize you." The clerk returned with a ruby and sapphire creation. 

"That will be all. Let me look at it." Eve dismissed the woman with a voice at once gentle and uncompromising." The woman turned away and found something to occupy her attention. Eve picked it up and held each end of the strand up to me. From behind her, I reached around each side of her, took it and merely held it in front of her, not touching her at any point. My cock, however, stirred, standing this close to her. She gathered her long, blond hair and pulled out to the side, out of the way exposing the graceful line of her august neck. I fastened the stunning necklace and stepped back. She turned around. 

"What do you want?" She said, any pretense of tolerance, gone. 

"I am your neighbor." I said. She gave the merest acknowledgement. "I am not really married." That did get a flicker, a subtle change in the eyes. 

"What are you doing here? Why are you bothering me?

"Am I bothering you? I apologize." I waited without movement, without expression. 

Finally Eve nodded. 

"I know about you. You ARE famous after all. I have been trying to figure out how to introduce myself without being creepy."

She nodded again and with that small motion her shield thinned a bit. "Well, I am Eve Covington." She said in a voice flush with reservation and the pleasure at being recognized. She could not hide or help it. Covington was her family name; she did not give me her married name which was Sawyer. That was encouraging. 

"Can I buy you a lemonade?" I asked. 

"Are you always this rude?"

"Rude?" I did not understand. 

"Are you going to introduce yourself?"

I actually blushed. I presumed she knew my name but then again I knew hers and she introduced herself. "Joshua." I said. "My name is Joshua Gale." 

"Yes." She responded. "Pleased to meet our new neighbor." Her voice was cold enough to belie any pleasure at our meeting. 

I turned around and walked towards the food court. It was a Tuesday morning, early and the mall was sparsely populated. I heard the click clack of her heels on the linoleum floor as she followed. She caught me as I found the table and put down my back pack. I was dressed in shorts, T and carried a small back pack with nothing interesting in it except a brand new vibrator specially designed for clitoral stimulation. I headed for the 'Lemons Into Lemonade' shop and waited in line, not turning around. When I returned to the table the pack was adjusted. She had surely looked. It was possible she found the brand new vibrator but she had certainly thought about trying to look—likely checking for recorders or cameras which would have identified me as paparazzi parasite. I sat down and looked into her perfectly clear blue eyes. She made a swipe at her hair with her graceful lightly, tanned hand. Her nails, like nearly everything, were perfect. 

Eve put hers lip to the straw and pursed a bit, drawing the cold lemonade into her mouth. Her crystalline blue eyes were down, showing the prefect eye shadow, the long lashes and the liner that gave her the effect every hooker in the world tried but always failed to attain: royal sensuality—both the promise and impossibility of sex in every detail of her presentiment. "So, Mr. Gale. I understand you are fucking a couple of our mutual neighbors." Eyes fixed on me as she spoke. I did not flinch or deny anything immediately, she stirred the drink with the straw and drank some more though watching me with her huge eyes. 

I stared into her eyes for a moment and then let mine slip down to the limp labels of her blouse, a sort of avocado green mixed with a shimmering silver that, though out of date, was stunning on her. Finally I nodded. "For money, actually." I said casually. "Not everyone is as lucky as you are to have sufficient financial backing in this harsh economy. I am making it possible for Liza, Ted and Val to stay in their houses. I am not fucking Ted, incidentally. I hope this will help support our collective real estate valuations. Why didn't you offer to loan them money? I would have thought you of all people would be in a position to help your friends and neighbors out?" I pivoted to the offensive without a pause.

She did the same. "Charity at this level of society is like a weight, it drags one down into the gutter, both parties really. Hard times are a test of one's poise and grace under pressure. If you loan to your friends you lose both friendship and your money which is not a good combination and almost always a bad transaction." She drank again.

My throat was dry and so I drank as well, taking the pause as time to think. I nodded. "I get it, they have no collateral so there was no basis to help them. They really had nothing to offer you. That makes sense."

"No need to be nasty, Mr. Gale." 

"I am sorry, I am not trying to be nasty. Really. I had hoped that this sort of thing would remain, shall we say, discreetly out of sight? I am a little off guard that you are so well acquainted with the, ah, situation."

"I think you will find that there are no secrets in our community. We know each other quite thoroughly and appreciated a sort of, shall we say, frankness when it comes to sex, or money for that matter. But, regardless, I do want to thank you for helping my friends. Even if you are forcing yourself on defenseless women, it is a gesture I will not forget."

"I am doing what you, yourself could not do. Are you going to refuse to do what you can do and then have distaste for me when I fill the breech?" 

"Is that what you call it? Filling the breech?" She smiled. 

There is no wonder why the woman had been famous as a model. That smile was ethereal, perhaps divine, certainly beguiling. "I call it fucking." I said. "And I think either would be insulted that you characterize them as defenseless. Now tiny Ted, he is defenseless." 

Eve smiled, a sort of flick of her lips which seemed so casual, so insincere as to be almost indiscreet and made me feel embarrassed for her and ashamed of my success. 

The careful dialogue skirting the facts and redecorating them to please her was a game I would never win. "I like women but I like them best on their backs with their legs spread. They both seemed willing to participate in the arrangement. Do you mean everyone knows about this arrangement in the neighborhood?"

"No. Why? Do you have your eye on someone else?"

"Just you, Ms. Covington. I want to know what it takes to get a Covington into bed."

"I would not know. I am no longer a Covington." She blushed a bit, the pinkish scarlet filling in behind the perfect makeup. 

"Then I am confused because I was sure you introduced yourself that way."

The color increased and her eyes crinkled the smallest bit. "Well, yes, I did. My married name is Sawyer but I usually introduce myself as Covington . . . to avoid confusion."

"Don't you mean embarrassment? His business is failing, I have reason to believe. How long before he becomes Covington too?" This was just cruel and I regretted it almost the moment it was past of my lips.

But Eve merely nodded, finishing her drink. "You have pointed out my hypocrisy. I am Eve Sawyer. The Covington's will never provide me or my husband financial help in our time of need." She sat the cup down. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gale. And no, your little transactions are not general knowledge and you can count on me to be discrete, for my friend's sake. Not yours. " She rose and was gone. 

Before she was out of sight, the phone rang and my situation changed. Completely. 

On the way back to the Strasbourg House, I called both Liza and Val and asked that they come to my house by noon the next day. I had some preparations and some business to follow up on and spent the rest of the day doing so.

Liza arrived first the next day and I opened the door for her. It was Wednesday and I had her money but was waiting to deliver it as expected on Thursday. 

Liza stood at the door with an expectant look on her face. I was on the phone and she looked disappointed when I gestured her in and closed the door behind her and walked into the kitchen without her. I ended the call, preliminary travel arrangements and asked if she wanted tea or coffee. She took a cup of coffee and sat down. 

In that moment, I felt nervous. I owned her body and she was there to give herself to me. I walked over and tipped her head back and kissed her hard on the lips. Hers remained closed though I touched them with my tongue a time or two. She appeared pleased when her eyes opened again, when I stepped away. I still had not thought of anything to say to her when the bell chimed again. That rescued me. What I had to say I wanted to say to both women so they could both be nervous and give me an immediate answer. 

I answered the door and Val was there in a tube dress that left her shoulders bare and nothing to the imagination, cinching her full breasts out before her like a wave perfect for surfing. She presented me with her lips and I ran a hand up her leg to see if there were panties under the mini dress. She was bare. And wet. The walk over must have excited her as she imagined what was about to happen to her. Then she squeaked and jerked out of my arms as Liza appeared over my shoulder. Liza had cleared her throat. Val stepped away looking guiltily at the floor. I leaned into her. "I am fucking her, too, dear."

Val smiled a wan, almost sickly smile and stood waiting for me to move. I walked into the kitchen and she followed. Tension followed her and not the good, crackling sexual tension but just the tension you get when you stretch a rubber band, like when two women meet who are the current and former lover of the man in the room; that kind of tension. Liza sat down at the kitchen bar and I walked over to her and pulled her to her feet. I casually unbuttoned her blouse. 

Liza wore a plain white—though see-through—blouse with a long skirt, ankle length that swished with the twitch of her hips when she walked. Her hands grasped and then caressed mine as I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the white bra underneath. With a couple buttons still fastened at the bottom, I slipped my hands inside the blouse and unhooked the bra. I took loose the arm straps and removed the whole thing, leaving Liza sagging against the bar with her breasts exposed to the cool air framed in the open V of the white blouse. 

Val stared, still standing at the entrance to the kitchen. I scooped one of Liza's breasts out of the blouse and sucked the nipple hard into my mouth. When I bit down, Liza cried out, arching her back against the bar, pressing her breast against my mouth. I immediately withdrew from her and went over to Val and pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard on the lips again. This time her lips were open and her tongue greeted me when I touched her lips and her mouth opened completely when my tongue entered her. Meanwhile, my hands found the hem of her skirt and when Val began to inhale, I broke the kiss and pulled up on the tube skirt. Her arms went over her head and it was off of her before she finished her breath. She wore no bra, so, except for the heels she wore, Val was completely naked. 

"Would you like some coffee, Val?" I asked. 

Flustered, aroused and naked, Val nodded because, I suspected, I had taken away her voice. She walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. Her heels clicked on the floor and the chair scraped in the silence. I handed her the coffee and returned to the sink, leaned against the counter and crossed my arms on my. Val had crossed her legs and hunched over her breasts. Liza had surreptitiously pulled her blouse together to cover her hers. 

"Val, Liza. I got a call yesterday morning which might be of interest to you. You may not know but my business connections have given me very good access to very important, powerful and famous people throughout the world and many who are one or two but not all three which is sometimes inconvenient for them. One of them called me this morning and asked if I knew two women, white women, which is important since he is African—black as coal and chauvinist to the core. He wants a matching pair of white women, who would be willing to spend seven days on their backs with him. He suggested twins or at least sisters, but was willing to accept a Mother-daughter combination but I took that to just be complications to help him in our negotiations for your services." 

I stopped, looking back and forth between the naked brown-haired woman and the redhead with her breasts showing. "I have met this gentleman once but I have never shared a woman with him though he has invited me several times. I asked him about the boundaries and he insisted that they should be willing to follow his imagination. I told him I would check and he gave me till one o'clock today. I thought of you. I think we can negotiate a very good deal for the pair of you which I would split with you and apply the remainder to your respective debts. Make no mistake, this man will challenge you. I have heard he likes fear and once he finds what you fear, he will demand that you go there, just to get you scared so he can fuck you in the midst of your terror. It is not the terror for your life, but just things that you are uncomfortable with. Like pain, for example or spiders or stripes and plaids together. I do not think he is a danger to either of you but he will be a challenge, perhaps a risk. What do you say?"

"What do you mean, 'what do you say'?" Val spat out. "You are telling me that two fucks and I am going to be handed off to some stranger like a rented car?" 

I was going to get angry with her and scare her but Liza laughed so completely that Val smiled over at her, a bit irritated but more than a lot curious. "What?" She said.

"Reminds me of a joke, two really. A little kid and his mother is at the grocery store, in line behind a fat woman in the line. The fat ladies' phone begins to ring and the boy pushes back against his mother. 'Look out, Mom, she's backing up!" Liza stifled a laugh. "Another fat woman dressed in yellow dropped something while standing at the curb at the airport in the line for a taxi. When she bent over to pick it up, someone thought it was a cab and hopped in." Liza continued to laugh but finally stopped and wiped her eyes leaving her breasts free of the blouse. I stared at them and when she felt my eyes on her chest, she stopped chuckling altogether. 

I looked at Valerie and we both shrugged at the same time. I guess you had to be there, wherever 'there' was, wherever Liza had gone. 

Liza looked at Valerie. "Val. He owns us. I watched him fuck you last week. He fucked me like I have never been fucked Monday morning after I blew the collector who has you and Ted in a jam. Unless you are going to welch on the deal with Josh, this is an opportunity to put a dent in our bill. Let me tell you, Val, watching you made me so fucking hot. When Josh pled no contest and threw me out because you fucked him to death, I was pissed at him. I wanted his cock if not right then, then certainly later when he recovered but he refused till the contract was signed. Trust comes from doing what you say you will do or asking for exceptions when you can't . . . ." Whatever else Liza was going to say, something stopped her. She turned to me and her mouth was open wider than her eyes but just barely.

"You knew you were going to own us before we even signed, didn't you? Why else would someone call you for two white women to fuck their away across the country unless they already knew? He called because you have let it be known that you would have pussy for sale! You son of a bitch . . .!" 

"I knew I was going to own someone." I said but that darkened the red rising in Liza's cheeks so, not knowing what to say, I said nothing. 

I could see the anger rising in Liza and fought the urge to try to stem it. Surprisingly, Val stood up, completely naked and walked over to where Liza was a standing by the bar and put her hands on Liza's breasts and pinched the nipples. That stopped Liza; the flush vanished immediately to be replaced by a pasty paleness. Liza did not speak and stopped moving and stopped breathing. Val still had hold of her nipples. For a solid minute, the two women stared at each other then abruptly, Valerie squeezed harder and when Liza winced and closed her eyes, Val said softly, "You watched him fuck me? I think I should have the same opportunity, don't you?" 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 04



Liza did not respond. 

Val kissed Liza full on the mouth. Liza's eyes opened and for a moment she was goggle-eyed but then she quit looking at me and turned her attention to the beautiful woman kissing her. Her eyes closed, a hand came up to clasp Val's head and then the kiss matured and Liza opened her mouth. I could tell by the way Val moved her head that they were tasting each other deeply and thoroughly. 

Val raised a hand and placed it fully over one of Liza's boobs. Liza shivered, shaking at Val's commanding touch and then, when she regained control of herself, she ran her free hand which had dangled at her side while she was being kissed, up Val's leg to her hip. Liza turned her palm up and pressed it against Val's pubis and pressed her hand into Val's pussy, stroking the other woman with palm and fingers. Val broke the kiss and tried to step away but Liza moved both hands to her breasts and pinched them both, hard. Val screamed and stopped moving, her head falling back on her neck as though she were going to faint. 

I stepped in behind Val, ran my hands up to her breasts and freed them from Liza's pinching fingers. My cock was hard so when Val pressed her bare ass against me, she felt the prong against her cheeks. She immediately bent forward, placing her head on Liza's shoulder and her arms around the redhead's waist. "Fuck me." Val hissed. 

Usually I do not take orders but I made an exception. I dropped my pants, freed my cock and snuggled it into the crease of her ass. She went up on tip toes and I crouched a bit. Val used one of her hands to catch the tip of my cock and press it into the folds of her pussy which by then wept with joy. She pressed backwards and my cock slide into her body part way. She arched her back, unable to arch it as extremely as Liza but enough to let her fuck me standing up. Arching her ass pulled it off my cock and when she straightened her spine, her cunt slammed down onto my cock with such force that it penetrated her completely to the root. I locked an arm around her waist and held her in that position. Val had her hands on Liza's waist as Liza leaned in to kiss her lips. 

"Wait." I said, gritting my teeth around the word. "I need to know if I can sell your cunts to this guy or not." I wheezed as I spoke because all the rest of my body wanted to pull my cock from Val's body and slam it hard back into her. Then I did, just once; self-denial in such a situation is just silly. Val groaned and dropped her head. "I need to fuck you girls, together, today, so you can get used to each other. I should likely take your asses as well because I suspect this African lion is going to have your both on your knees a lot of the time for all manner of purposes. But I have to call him . . . " I glanced at the clock, "in twenty minutes. You can say no or yes. It makes no difference to me. I have to be gone the next two weeks anyway so it will not change anything here." I pulled out and fucked my cock back into Val again. She took a step forward and I felt Liza's breasts on my arm. With my other free arm, I reached up and pulled Liza's blouse off her shoulders but since the bottom buttons were still fastened, it simply fell off her shoulders and hung about her waist. 

I pulled out and slammed my cock into Val once more and stopped. "I have to know what you two want to do." I panted. I wanted to fuck so badly, I almost eschewed the whole deal but it had long term implications for my commitment to my sister so I forced myself to hold still while Val's cunt gently seethed and writhed around my cock. I pulled my arms free and grasped her waist and pulled her back hard onto my cock. She was on tippy toes and then she relaxed her feet and the weight of her body fell on my cock. That two inches made so much sensual difference! Val shrieked and fell completely into Liza's arms, head turned and laying on Liza's bare shoulder. I crouched to release the pressure of the angle on my cock. I pulled at her hips sealing us together. Her cunt bit down on me and I thought I would come right then. 

Smack! Liza slapped the side of my face, hard. I saw stars for a moment. "I said, pull out of her or we will never get this settled. Go stand over there by the fucking sink. Then, when we get this settled, you have to put that cock in my pussy!" Liza spoke with a high, strained voice, but her eyes were on Val's head laying on her shoulder. 

Again I took orders, though I was not subservient in doing so. I backed away from Val's perfect ass and let me cock drip free. I staggered back, shuffling with my pants about my ankles and leaned against the cold sink counter. For a moment, I stared at Val's distended pussy, clearly visible between the parted cheeks of her ass. Then she straightened and like that, they were gone. She straightened with Liza's help. Liza's hands turned her so she faced me. Liza pulled Val back against her own bare breasts. Val turned her head and Liza found her lips in a very awkward kiss because she was shorter than Val by six inches. Val sort of sagged against her while Liza stood on tiptoes to kiss her. 

"Okay, that is enough, you two. Break it up for a minute." After a hesitation, their lips parted. Liza tweaked Val's tits and then she gave her a shove towards one of the bar stools. Liza, herself, took a seat on a kitchen chair. She still wore her dress, draped about the cliff of her round hips and ass. 

"Val, Liza, are you two willing to have sex with each other while someone watches? Are you willing to fuck a stranger?"

"Isn't that what we have been doing?" Val asked in a dazed voice. Then she slowly shook her head. "I did not know that sex could be like this!" She muttered. 

"Hey, listen!" I clapped my hands, then felt stupid standing at the sink with my pants around my ankles and took them off. "We have to decide. And understand, if you fuck it up, you may never get another chance. You'll be stuck fucking for hundred bucks a crack whenever I get the urge. Fuck this up and no one else will want you. Do it right and you could be in easy demand."

"Do you really think this is going to be worth less than five hundred a pop, particularly with both of us?" Val asked, finally beginning to get her eyes to focus on me. 

"He is not going to be fucking us," Liza said softly. "The contract is with him but he is going to sell us to his other clients." Liza looked at me with steady, unreadable eye. "He has a lot of money backing him up and he is going to use it to fuck all of us, the whole community. Isn't that right, Mr. Gale? You are starting a hooker club and you came here to recruit all of us. I bet you know the position that everyone of us is in with their mortgage. Somehow you know how the covenant is designed and that Holdingsfield is in real serious danger. Mr. Gale, here, is simply taking advantage of our stupidity and giving us a way out besides losing everything and having to crawl back to our respective families." Liza nodded. "Isn't that right, Mr. Gale?" 

I stared at her. The idea that I wanted them for hookers had not occurred to me but it had some rational sense to it. A smoke screen which would allow me to use them all while I worked on the main issue. Having a plausible reason to do what you do which disguises or obscures a true intention possessed some value for me, for us.

I shrugged. "Well, yes. Sort of. I would like to tell you that I have an ongoing operation and that you would be just a couple options but in fact this whole idea just occurred to me after I moved here. " Only a small lie; I should have said 'came' here but the difference was unimportant. "Look, when I scouted this place, I investigated the people here and nearly went someplace else because all of you are on the edge of losing everything. I hatched this plot to buy your bodies as part of an idea I got listening to a bunch of couples talking at a dinner party. The women were saying that they wanted to have women they could give to their men so they could relax about losing them to the sex piranhas out there. But not hookers, they wanted women of means and standing that would seem natural and right to be found on their knees sucking on their husband's cock. That way they would not be embarrassed or humiliated because their husband had no standards. They were drunk. They told their husbands they would let them fuck another man's wife if he promised to keep it to just other married women. That reduced the risk of losing them, the wives said." I was scatting, and felt like a jazzman lost in the midst of a concerto. 

"We would be hookers, then." Val said with distaste.

"Christ, Val, would you have been nude sitting in this kitchen if you did not owe this guy money?"

Val shrugged. 

I had to say something. I actually had not considered the 'hooker' angle and the call about them from the Prince was happenstance and off-hand. He was telling me he was in the country and wondering if I wanted to 'share'. The thing about the 'two white women' arose by accident and my potential interest in providing him just such a diversion arose naturally. I did not want Val and Liza to know that, though. The deeper the conspiracy to sell their pussy on the market, the less likely they or the others would douse my actual purpose. 

"The life you both have known to this point is over. That is true for most of the women in this little community. Either their businesses are failing or the concerns they work for are in the process of figuring out how to dismiss them as cheaply as possible. In a year, none of you will have the means to keep the life you have known till now the way you have known it, unless something changes. I can change it, some, enough perhaps to give you and your friends some time, time to find a way out of the mess that has flooded into your lives. I offer this as an alternative. If you want to proceed, I will make the call. If not, you need to decide what the rest of your life is going to look like."

Val nodded, listening. "We are out of time." She glanced at Liza. "Liza, we have been friends a long time and I presume you never fucked my husband and I never laid down for whasisname. I would you be willing to go on a sex trip with you. I would never go alone but it might be sort of fun with the two of us. But no pain." He glanced at me. 

Liza nodded. "No marks, Val. I think you are going to get spanked tonight again. I know I am. They will want to do the same, particularly you once I tell them how much you love to be fucked after you are spanked."

Val stared at Liza for a moment then half smiled and nodded. "No marks. Everything else? Tied up and fucked? Ass? Mouth? Air tight? Doing each other? What about dildos and vibrators?"

"Yes. All of it." Liza said. She looked at me. "Tell your African friend you have two very good candidates to take care of his salacious needs while he is in the US."

I looked at Val and she nodded, though she was sweating and her eyes were bright. "Fine." I dialed the phone and got Prince Myuea Entarrea. I told him that I could set him up. "Friday. You pay the tickets. Right, I'll email the names in a moment." I hung up. "Sold." I said softly. 

For a moment, no one spoke. Liza stood up and unbuttoned the last buttons on her dangling blouse and let it drop to the floor. She unfastened the long dress and let it fall down her white, white legs. Then she was like Val, naked but for high heels. She looked at Val. "We need to be clear, the three of us. Our long term objective is to see every woman in this community fuck for money. Right?" As she spoke, she stepped out of the dress and then struck a pose with legs open and hands on her enormous hips. She looked pointedly at Val. "That means that we are going to lie to our friends till Joshua here can manage to get their legs pried open and his very healthy cock firmly in place in our collective cunts. We are going to help and as he initiates each one, they will become willing and active conspirators in ensnaring everyone else. Right?" She looked around the room, that is to say, at Val and I, defiantly. 

"You are shitting me." Val said. She looked over at me. "Is that what you have in mind? Turn this place into community of hookers?" She seemed aghast. 

"Very well paid hookers?" I said, making it a question. I felt an odd elation, the sense that something right was happening but I could have no pride in it because I sincerely had not thought of it. I started down this road with the, now obvious, delusion that I would be able to ensnare each woman and keep that entrapment totally secret from the others. Curious how such an obvious idiocy could be so easily overlooked but I could plead pussy intoxication and familial revenge. Either should be sufficient to impose that sort of 'invisible gorilla' blindness. Very human of me, but I was not comforted. What else had I missed in my rush to help my sister? Such a humanitarian I was, staring at the two sexual women waiting to be sexually used and then passed off to a mere acquaintance. I shook my head, nonplussed in the most complex, ironic of ways. 

Liza walked over to where Val was perched on the bar stool, took Val's face between her hands and kissed her on the lips. Liza held the kiss till Val opened her mouth and their tongues touched, which was when one of Val's hand rose up and cupped Liza's very large breast. Liza backed off. "We are all pretenders of one sort or another. Each of us has some connection to high society but this is not high society. We are not high society. We skirt the edges and play act for those too poor, busy or ignorant to tell the difference. Eve is about the only one but she would rather fuck a camel than go crawling back to her family. She is nearly as desperate right now as we are. And the husbands? The husbands are all philandering pricks or gay, open or repressed it makes little difference. Ted sold you without a second thought, do you think anyone else who wears a cock in their trousers would be any different?"

"John Sawyer would."

"Yes, John Sawyer is a great guy. So look at it the other way, would you fuck him? I would and this way I can do it while Eve watches. I want to be fucked with you watching so bad my pussy is melting right now. But if I understand our prick in the corner over there, his claim to fame with his peers in the world of professional pussy will be our kisses. We are going to be the real thing, the genuine article, women who fuck for money, kiss and cum. Right now Evie is so scared I bet they have not fucked in months. This prick will help that. And Val, you cannot think that anyone has had the sex you had the other day? At least what I saw made me not merely wet but jealous. You are lucky you did not have a cunt stuck to your face." 

They both looked at me. I shrugged and grinned. "Truthfully, I want to find the most interesting sexual dream you each have and match you with the man—or men—who would make that dream come true. This is a shitty situation for everyone here. I am taking the long view, that real estate values will recover. I want to own as much as I can but if the covenant gets violated, this place will not be worth a tenth of what it is today and I lose everything. I want both, to make a profit and make you and all your friends while fulfilling your sexual dreams. Not fantasies, mind you; dreams. The dreams of what sex would be like if the world was perfect. Give me that opportunity and I will keep you in a place to live till this crisis passes and then I will profit from owning both you and your property. But to do this, I have to satisfy each of you as you sign the contracts or eventually, the others will have no immediate inducement to join you on your knees. The demand for pussy of your caliber is there, but filling the demand will increase the demand. And it will demand quality and clear representation. We are not an S&M club."

"And yet, we will need to obey you." Liza said.

"Sounds like S&M to me. Or, I guess, Submission and Domination, really." She shivered. "I am not sure I like this." 

"I need to understand your sexual needs so I can pair you with the correct people but I also need to be able to extend your concept of your own sexuality, always with the idea that I will be extending your pleasure, increasing your capacity for sexual gratification." 

Val shook her head. "It still seems . . . . " She shook her head again, more violently. 

"But Val, we have to obey him." Liza said. "When we bring the others in, they will watch us. We have to learn to be the prefect woman . . . I am avoiding the word but what I mean is that we need to be the perfect slaves, obedient in all things and not merely eager but excited and eager, wet and eager to do as we are told but with the provision that we obey the spirit of this agreement and not the letter only. When we have the opportunity to extend our definition of our sexuality, we do so. Are you getting what I am saying?"

Val nodded. "You are saying that since we are selling our asses on the open market, everyone should. Then no one will look down on us." 

Liza shrugged. "And we get to keep our houses." 

Valerie squinted at Liza. "You are thinking something else. I can tell when you get all hyper-reasonable, you are hiding the thing that makes it work for you. Spit it out."

Lisa blushed hard. "Well, come on, Val! Haven't you ever wondered what anyone else looks or sounds like when they have an orgasm? We are going to help this man fuck all of our friends which will lessen our own degradation and make us all equally fucked." Liza smiled but then sobered. "If we do not help him, if we are not successful, then we will all lose everything and end up crawling back to our families and asking for help like street people, which we would be. We'd never live that down and you know it!" 

Valeried nodded. "Do we have to call it 'hooking' though?"

"How but investment?" I suggested. "A fucking investement?" The two women looked at each other, smiled nodded and then looked back at me. 

Sounds too good to be true, I thought. They have talked themselves into doing what I wanted them to do for perfectly plausible reasons, or at least fig leaf good reasons. I pointed at Liza. "My dear, is there something you would like to have in your mouth right now or do you want to keep talking?"

Liza did not hesitate but walked over, knelt and took my cock deep into her mouth. She sucked till it had resumed its erect status, talking had wilted it. Liza stood up. She extended a hand to Val. "Come along. We need to practice for Friday." Liza led Val back to the master bedroom. I sent a couple emails and joined them. When I arrived, Liza had Val lying on the side of the bed, legs over the side. Liza was bent at the waist and had her mouth firmly planted on Val's pussy. While I watched, Val lifted her legs and with each hand, pulled them broader, wider to accommodate the woman eating her out. My cock sprang to attention at the sight and I walked behind Liza and began to caress her hips. My fingers descended into her pussy from front and behind. I put fingers from each hand and each direction into her pussy. Liza widened her stance but did not lift her head. Val groaned for the first time and I watched her head flap to one side, her eyes clinched tightly closed. I crouched behind Liza and guided my hard cock to the entrance of her cunt. 

Liza lifted her head, "Yes! Fuck me! Put your hard cock into me!" Val's head came up and she put a hand to the back of Liza's head and forced it back to the lips of her pussy, either for the contact or so she could see what I was doing. She held her head up as I began to press my cock into Liza's pussy. Liza arched her back and then quickly straightened it, slamming her cunt back onto my cock. I grabbed her hips and pulled free, found her kissing cunt again and pressed through the resistance once more. She was tenderly tight!




A Fucking Investment Ch. 04



Holding tight onto Liza's hips, I thrust into her, hard. She rocked with this blow and had to hold tight to Val's legs to keep from being dislodged from her position. She lifted her face and began to spear her tongue into the pussy before her. Val dropped back to the bed but soon craned her neck again to watch me fuck Liza. I felt the first shimmer of orgasm and I picked up pace. Liza sensed it and began to arch and straighten her back over and over, faster and faster while my cock thrust ever deeper into her body. I was pulling at her hips and then I was coming. I flopped forward over her back and took both tits in my hands and mashed them against her body, pinching the nipples and pulling her whole body hard onto my cock as I came inside her. Finally, exhausted, I was still. I stood up and staggered to the bed just as Val began to shake. I reached out and pinched her nipples and she exploded her body thrashing and quivering. Since she was not fully on the bed, she could not arch her pussy at Liza but she tried, wagging her hips up and down over the edge of the bed while Liza tried to maintain contact between Val's bubbling pussy and her mouth. 

When Val lay still, Liza stood up and staggered, drunk on her feet. She regained composure and came to the bed but instead of mounting it, she began to lick our mixed cum off of my crotch and cock. By the time my cock began to respond to the attention, Val had recovered and was sitting up, watching Liza's mouth as she alternately took me into her throat and sucked me with her lips. 

"Jesus, it is unbelievable to watch someone suck cock. I never knew." Val said softly. I turned to her and kissed her gently on the lips but she was having none of that. She kissed me with her whole mouth, sucking at my lower lip and then my tongue when I brought it into play. She got on her knees and kissed me down onto my back on the bed while Liza sucked my cock. The conjunction of the two feelings thrilled me and electrified my body. 

I slid towards the middle of the bed. Val and Liza's mouths both followed me. By then my cock was well stimulated and hard. I felt Val tap Liza on the head, felt it through her lips and teeth. Val pulled the pillow from under me and threw a leg over me. She took hold of my cock, directed it at her pussy and hooked the tip with her entrance. She spread her knees and slammed down on me with all of her weight. She rode me to a thundering orgasm in about two minutes. Hers. When she came, her fingers gripped my shoulders and she pulled on me and then fell nearly lifeless down on top of me. She stretched her legs out behind her and before she could even relax, I rolled her over onto her back. Liza lay down beside me, on her side and watched as I began to fuck Val from on top. 

I rose up on my arms and hammered my cock into Val's mushy cunt. The bed moved beneath us, Val rode the mattress but her body did not move. Her eyes were closed. Her hands were flung over her head, lying between the rungs of the headboard. I bent and kissed each breast and still got no reaction. Since she seemed to be spent, I leaned over Liza's tits and chased the nipple with my lips till I found it. She screeched when I bit down too hard. I apologized and sucked and licked it for a while and then moved to kiss Liza on the mouth. She greeted me with lips and tongue, face still messy with Val's moisture. I kissed her hard and I thought I would come with the duel feeling of her open mouth and Val's weeping cunt beneath me. Kissing one woman while your cock is in another is . . . is . . . just fucking great!

I changed position and pulled Val lower on the bed. I saw Liza watching the shift and immediately knew what she was thinking. She had a hand between her come soaked legs, stroking her crushed cunt. I pulled Val further down the bed and then looped arms under her knees and lifted her body up, sitting back to do so, clearing Val's torso. With her legs over my shoulders, I began to lift Val's body and drop it off my cock. 

Liza got on her knees and bent to kiss Val's breasts, a perfunctory suck on each that still made Val twitch like a current passing through her body. Liza moved to Val's lips and while I continued to fuck Val's pussy, Liza penetrated her lips with her tongue, holding Val's head with both hands. Liza sucked at Val's lips and tongue and when Val arched away from her, releasing her face to grab hold of the headboard to help with my fucking motion, Liza swung a leg over Val's face, placed knees by her arms and planted her pussy on Val's mouth. Val's head disappeared and I could no longer tell what was happening. Liza leaned forwards, grasping Val's arms. Val struggled to free her arms and for a while, Liza fought her. Then, finally, Val got both hands free and rather than opposing Liza, placed them on Liza's ample buttocks and began to maneuver the woman around on her face. All the while, I continued to fuck Val's splashing pussy. 

In very short order, Liza was slamming at Val's face with her cunt, holding onto the headboard for balance. Liza was making all sorts of sounds which simply cannot be classified except as 'sex sounds', all woven around chorus of 'fuck, fuck, fuck' which sounded about right for the score. As her voice ran up the octaves, Val put her hands in front of Liza's legs so she could reach up and grasp Liza's breasts. Val must have known what was coming because right when Liza's orgasm arrived, Val began to pinch and twist those huge breasts and Liza came and came and came till she fell over like a cut fir tree. She flopped and I feared she would roll right off the bed. 

Val wiped the copious juice off her face and hunched her ass up at me, reaching for me with her hands. I changed position and lay down on her, releasing my crying legs so they could stretch out. I lay on Val and kissed her dank face and mouth. Her mouth was open. She shook my lips lose and said, "Never ... eaten ... woman ... out ... before." She panted into my ear. "'specially . . . one. . . oh, god . . . full . . . of . . . cum!" She grunted as I pierced her again.

I reached down to her ass and gripped her butt, pulling her onto my cock, then rising and slamming back into her body. She grunted at first and then as the pace increased and my plowing gained intensity, she began to mewl and whine and then she was calling 'yes, yes, yes' in time with my falling ass. Each time I would release her butt, letting it fall and then I would pull on it hard, cramming my cock into her body. Her legs lifted and the tension in her body synchronized with mine and I began to come as her body shook and shook and shook under me. And like the end of a storm, I collapsed. Immediately I rolled to the side and became wedged between Val and Liza. They adjusted to give me room and then all three of us relaxed back onto the bed, wordlessly panting. 

"Fuck a duck." Val whispered. 

"Fuck me." I said. 

"What's that great line from Fight Club? I have not been fucked like that since grade school?" Liza said, then chortled, hiding her face against me. "I was thirteen when I got fucked the first time. I had tits showing at ten and everything went haywire after that, once I discovered sex, life stopped. Once love caught up, I think I forgot that sex could be like this!" 

Val got up and went to the bathroom to get wash cloths and a towel. She cleaned herself and then came over and cleaned Liza, chin to shin and then licked my tired cock before giving up and cleaning me. We lay down together and slept for a couple hours, naked, covered by the light sheet. I was not done with them but I needed some time. Based on the morning, they would have no difficulty with the Prince. 

I woke to the luscious feeling of a mouth on my cock and the sound of her humming 'Blow the Man Down' which would have made me laugh if she had not sucked hard on my cock and pulled it deep into her throat. My eyes were closed and I thought about trying to guess who it was when Liza spoke from somewhere in the room, answering the question before I could muster any thought to address it. 

"Up and at 'em!" Liza said. "Ass time. Who wants to go first? Me or Val?"

"I opened my eyes and found Val laying across the bed with my cock in her mouth, massaging the tip with her throat while Liza was running a hand up her legs to the V. Val fought to pull her head off my cock and then was on her hands and knees. 

"Quit it!" She said. "I was in the middle of a very nice blow job!" 

"Your ass or mine, first, my dear?" Liza revealed that she had a tube of lube in her hand which she had located in my cabinet. 

Val looked up at me. "Who do you want to bugger first?" She looked so eager I almost took her just because. But I hesitated. 

"You all need to know how to fuck and suck. Val, Liza already ate you out, I think it is your turn to eat her." Liza's head jerked up and her eyes widened as she stared at me. "On your knees, Valerie; time to take it up the ass." Just saying that made me hard. I love the ass so much I avoided it. Just because I always shot in two seconds, not really enough time to know if I really liked it not. 

Val was in position, flopped over a stack of pillows in the middle of the bed. Liza squeezed out lube and began to run her finger into Val's ass. Val's tan ass lifted as Liza's index finger was pressed into the little hole. Val dropped her head and began to mutter something over and over again. The deeper Liza's finger went, the louder her voice became till I could discern her words.

"Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass." Val chanted. 

Liza shoved her finger all the way to the knuckled and the pulled it. Val spread her knees which pulled her ass apart. Liza rubbed lube on my cock and then went to clean her fingers. By the time she had returned, I had begun to rub Val's ass. Liza moved into position where her pussy spread like a roast chicken before Val's face. Val began to kiss her legs, up and back, getting closer and closer to the pussy. When I poked a finger into her ass, Val slumped forward and covered Liza's pussy with her mouth and began to suck. Her hands grabbed the redhead's ass and held her in place. Liza, half sitting, was trying to bob her ass with the fucking motion she could accomplish with her gracefully swayed back. When Val added a hand to her mouth's attack on Liza's pussy, Liza dropped like a rock and began to flex her ass at Val's mouth. 

I had been watching and sort of lost focus till Val pressed her body against my finger and some of my finger entered into her body via her ass hole. I felt her relax some and pressed my finger in deeper, pressing steadily as she relaxed and let me in. The lube spread into her ass and when I pulled out my finger, I heard a small pop. I rose up behind her, my cock hard and smeared some lube onto it from Val's ass where Liza had put a dollop or so for future reference. I was just getting ready for the first push when Val pressed her ass back forcefully. The head of my cock penetrated her ass hole. She lifted her head and squealed, her chant having become a hum in Liza's cunt. 

I took a good hold on her hips and then pressed forward, holding her body still before me. I felt her giving way, begrudging me the ass plowing but not refusing me. Half way into her ass, I stopped. Val lifted her head from Liza's pussy and said, "He is in my ass." Then returned to eating the redhead. 

Liza struggled to sit up, curling her body around Val's head so she could see. There was not much to see. Finally, she disentangled completely and stood up, moving down Val's body, trailing fingers on Val's skin till she stood looking at my cock partially stuck into Val's ass. Val turned her head, trying to look back at me. I pressed forward and she pressed back and I went further in. Liza rubbed more lube on what showed of my cock. I pressed again and Val met me. Then I began to pull out and she leaned forward till I was at the door of her ass again, then together we began to press my cock into her ass. Her head was down as she pressed. We pressed steadily and completely till I was rooted all the way into her body. Rooted. I like that expression. I also liked the phrase 'fucking your ass' or as Val was chanting, 'you are fucking my ass' over and over again as though she did not quit believe it but she did. I think she loved the sound of the announcement, it was for her like the phrase 'Christmas is here' is for children. Then Liza reached between Val's legs and began to rub her pussy. I pulled out but Val held still, her hips trembled. I shoved my cock into her faster and she grunted, wordless and quiet now, stilled by concentration. The way smoothed as her ass relaxed. 

I gained momentum and began to stroke into her ass. She was tight, firm, like the pussy right at the beginning, wound and taut. Val bounced from knee to knee, widening her stance. I leaned on her as I pulled out and reached for her breasts, grabbing her nipples. Her head came up and she made a sound from deep in her throat. I could feel Liza rubbing her crotch. I moved a hand into Val's crotch to see what Liza was doing and found her rubbing the clit with her palm and a single finger planted deep in Val's pussy. Double penetration. I pinched her one nipple hard and grasped her ass and began to churn and chug, pumping my cock into and out of her ass while Liza thrumbed her from below. Val's head came up and she was coming when I bottomed out in her ass and came with her. Surprised, I stayed clamped in her ass as the pressure held to my cock. My ass jolted till I was sure I was empty and then I tumbled away from her onto the bed. Val screamed and collapsed. Liza withdrew her hands and stood staring at us with a bemused but satisfied look on her face. 

Without a word, she got towels and cleaned us both. She used good anti-bacterial wash on my cock and then something for taste and began to suck me. After a while, I rose to the stimulation, against expectation. I felt raw, used up. But I got hard. She spanked my hips and said, "Now fuck her."

I was surprised because I thought she would want a ride but I did as she suggested and moved over Val's leg, between them. She opened them, languidly, opening her eyes and looking at me through the long lashes. She smiled as I got into position. Then Liza took hold of my cock and pressed it against Val's pussy. It blossomed and I sank all the way into Valerie in one complete but very leisurely stroke. When I hit bottom, she shrieked and came, kicking Liza away and wrapping her legs around my waist. Her hands found me and pulled my mouth to hers and she kissed me while her cunt hammered at me from below. Then she spasmed, throwing her head back and screaming loud and long. I do not know what happened but something did. I looked over and realized that Liza, the little minx, had insinuated her hand between Val's legs and shoved a finger up the woman's ass just as I penetrated her with my cock. Val came and came, bucking and shaking, her hands fluttering about my head and shoulders but seemingly unable to hold onto anything. When she lay still, I moved off of her and my erection disappeared. There was always tomorrow.



A Fucking Investment Ch. 05



Chapter 5

Reinvestment and training

Liza and Val had arrived in my house together, at the front door by ten in the morning. We reviewed the travel arrangements to the airport—I was leaving at the same time so we would share a ride. I had some notes from the Prince about their clothing and such things they would likely wish to have along, like garters and swimming suits or favorite dildos. We sat at the table and mapped out the trip; New York, New Orleans, Las Vegas, Seattle over eight days which sounded tiring but not with a private plane. They would meet him in New York. They were excited but I kept it formal and low key. We had everything worked out by noon when I informed them that they were not leaving till Monday. At first they seemed to be disappointed which was a good thing but I had an alternative for them. 

"Ladies, this gives us a chance to further your training so the Prince will not be expanding your, ah parameters. Too far, I mean." I smiled. Both women fell silent and were staring at me. I shrugged. "Val, Liza got to watch you be fucked. I think it is your turn. To watch, I mean." They exchanged looks. "Oh, and Liza, Val has been fucked in the ass, your turn on that score too." I said. Liza's look was priceless, a sort of eager shock which morphed into fearful anticipation. Liza licked her lips. "Val, do you think you can sit and watch me ravish the redhead?"

Val now nodded, smiled and nodded again. Liza regarded her with mouth open, aghast. 

"Follow me." I walked up to the bedroom; they followed. Once in the bedroom, I turned to Liza and smiled. "Liza, my dear, time to strip." I gestured towards the easy chair and Val sat down, crossing her legs. I went past Liza to Val, bent over and kissed her on the lips. "I may need your help in a moment, my dear. Will you help?"

Val looked up at me without lifting her head, using only her eyes. Then she nodded. 

I turned back to the bed; Liza was nude standing next to bed. "Get on the bed, on your knees, holding onto the headboard." I said softly.

"What? No kiss?"

I stepped up to her and grabbed her by the hair so fast she only had time to widen her eyes. I tilted her head and pressed my mouth over hers and kissed her hard, pressing her lips against her teeth till she opened her mouth. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, deep and fast, running it along the roof of her mouth. I pulled away and let go of her hair. "Get on the bed." I hissed. 

Liza hesitated for moment and then backed to the bed and climbed aboard. She assumed the position, grasping the metal bars of the headboard and then dropped her head between her arms. Her white body looked like porcelain. I went to the closet and took out an old, well-worn belt. I walked over to Liza. "I am going to turn your ass red and then I am going to fuck you. There is only one question: Do I need to bind you to the bed?"

Liza looked around and saw the belt. Fear flashed in her eyes. She turned away. "You better tie me," she said in a small voice. 

I found the cuffs and put them on her wrists and clicked them onto the latticework of the headboard. She watched me hook her up. The fear was gone from her eyes, replaced by a feverish excitement. "Back up." Liza shuffled backwards on the bed on her knees till her arms stretched beyond her head. I lifted the belt and brought it down on her exposed ass, across both cheeks. It cracked as it hit her flesh and a red bar appeared on her skin. She squealed and tried to move towards the head of the bed but suspended and stretched as she was, she could not move easily. I hit her again, harder. I glanced at Val, she was staring at me. 

"Not so hard." Val said, when my eyes met her. I walked over to her tapping my hand with the folded belt. I leaned down and put my face in front of hers. "Perhaps you would like to beat her for me? Perhaps you would like to turn her ass red?" 

Val hesitated and I walked over to the bed and lay the leather onto Liza's ass again. This time she screamed for I hit her very, very hard. The mark on her ass was angry scarlet. Liza jerked around to look at me but her eyes held mine for a moment. I lay a hand gently on the divide of her ass and stroked downwards till I felt the cilia of her red hair about her pussy. I touched her lips and she grunted, her eyes closed and she turned back to the head board and dropped her head. I hit her again, but not so hard. I knew about the Prince. But I did not want to bruise her. I hit her again low on the thighs, marking them both. Liza shuddered but now she was quiet, the shock and surprise was over and now she was feeling the pain. 

"Wait. I will." Val said softly. 

I nodded, smiled and handed her the belt. She wore a short skirt with a cream blouse and matching jacket with garters which the skirt did not begin to cover. She looked like a classy hooker, one with money to put to the wardrobe and a taste for clothes shopping rather than fashion. Val took the belt and fit it into her hand. She turned to Liza's marked ass. She put the belt across Liza's shoulders but lightly, carefully. She hit her several more times but left no marks. 

"Her ass." I said softly. 

Val turned and looked at me and obeyed. Again, she hit the woman bound before her but again, not hard. 

"Not hard enough." I said louder. "Harder."

Val bowed her head and struck Liza again but still not loud enough to crack. I rose and walked up behind her. I slipped a hand under her skirt and between her legs, pressing into her crotch. I pressed my hand against her cunt and found it wet. With the other hand, I reached around her and grasped one of her breasts very tightly. She squeaked. Liza's head lifted and she turned her glassy eyes to look at us. 

I leaned into Val. "Have you been fucking your husband, Valerie?" I asked softly. She shook her head. "You know your husband is going to have to fuck someone, don't you?" I whispered. Val nodded. "I am going to send Liza here, to your house tomorrow or Saturday and have her fuck little Ted. Now, Valerie, I want you to make her ass red. This woman is going fuck your husband, please remember that."

The next few minutes led to Liza's screaming. Her ass turned red and Val was panting and sweating. "Be careful, Valerie, next time it is going to be your turn and it could very easily be Liza who stands behind you." She lightened up and finally I took the belt from her hands and pointed to the chair. 

I walked up beside Liza and ran a hand down her sweating, swaying body. She flinched as I touched the welts on her legs, buttocks and back. Her ass moved side to side and then she would flex her back and it would rise up. I pulled at her knee and widened her stance. When I touched her pussy she moaned. She was running with fluid. I took some on my finger and sniffed it. It was her honest response to the beating. I put the finger to Liza's lips and she sucked it between her lips, sucking the moisture off of it. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "I am going to send you to little Ted tomorrow. You will fuck him and keep a tally of what he asks you to do. Do it all. I will subtract it off your balance. If you accept half, I will add the whole amount onto Val's balance, if not, then I will add only my half to her balance and you get credit for the whole amount. What would you prefer."

"I'll take half." She panted. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

Liza's head bobbed like I was offering her a million dollars. I walked over to stand in front of Valerie. Her brown hair was mussed, out of place and her eyes looked haunted and dark. She still panted from her exertions. "Do you want me to fuck her for you?" I said softly.

Valerie's eyes skipped past to me to Liza. I wanted to see Liza's face but did not turn to look but remained focused on Val's eyes. Finally she refocused on me and nodded. 

I nodded. "Come remove my clothes. Each time you remove something, you kiss her somewhere, till I say stop."

Val looked at me. "That's stupid." She muttered. 

I leaned down and put my face close to hers. "You will be serving a prince. He will expect to obeyed and if he is not . . . " 

"What?"

I shook my head. "If he is unhappy, you may be discounted." I smiled. 

Val stood up and pushed me a step back. She took me by the shoulders and turned me till I was facing the direction Liza faced, parallel with the bed. She unbuttoned my white oxford shirt. Clothes are a mystery to me and I let someone else dress me—well, not literally but they determine my style and since I have little or no opinion, anyone with an opinion is likely to get a hearing. Left to myself I am quite boring when it comes to fashion. 

As she neared the button just above the belt on my shorts, I wore white cargo shorts, she slowed. I watched her eyes. My cock twitched at the proximity of her hands. She unfastened the last visible button of the shirt and began to pull it out from where it was tucked into the shorts. Finally, she unbuttoned the shorts button and released the tension. The shirt easily pulled free. The back of her hand brushed the head of my erect, cloth-covered cock, smearing a bit of the dampness onto the back of her hand. She stopped, lifted that smeared hand to her lips and kissed then licked it, sniffing as she did so. Val's eyes never left mine. She ran her hands up the center of my stomach to my chest, flexing over my smooth, hairless skin. She cupped my deltoids, what my sister called my 'man boobs' with full mockery. She rubbed each nipple between her thumb and finger. She ran each hand to my shoulder and smoothed my shirt off each shoulder. My skin came alive under her light touch and for a moment I thought about taking her, fast and hard but I restrained that urge. 

Val pulled the shirt down my arms and off, letting it fluttered to the bedroom floor. I looked at Liza. The redhead was watching us like a cat watches a mouse just before a fatal pounce. Val walked to her and licked at the sweat on her near ass cheek, then kissed the fiery red ass. 

Liza moaned. 

Val returned to me and unzipped the shorts and shucked them off my waist. They dropped down my legs. Val knelt and lifted each foot to remove the shorts. She rose, went to Liza and sat on the bed with her back to Liza. She slid down the side of the bed till her shoulders were perched on the edge, then she slid under Liza's body till her face was between Liza's dangling breasts. She began with the far breast, kissing, licking then sucking at it. Liza, above her, began to shake and quiver, her ass wagged back and forth like she had a tail. Val switched to the near breast, again, kissing, licking and sucking it in her mouth. Liza grunted with begrudging satisfaction and then sighed with disappointment when Val released her nipple. 

I watched and this time, Val looked at me from beneath Liza's body. When I made no sound nor motion, she resumed kissing the far breast, finally sucking on the scarlet nipple hard. She sucked more and more of Liza's impressive breast into her mouth. After several moments of sucking on that tit, she moved to the other. 

"Enough." I muttered. 

Val slid down onto the floor, sitting, her legs akimbo. She was still dressed which made her appearance even more striking. I could see up her skirt, the garters and for a moment, her pussy, gleaming back at me. She struggled to her knees and crawled over to me. Liza was panting on the bed, her head dangling down but her eyes were open and watching us. Val rubbed a hand over the bulge in my briefs. She peeled them down and kissed the revealed part of my cock as it appeared. Then she moved back up and took my cock into her mouth. The briefs descended as her mouth enveloped my cock. She pulled them past my knees and then pulled her mouth off my cock and finished the job, leaving me naked. I pulled her to her feet, turned her around and pressed her down onto the bed, face down below Liza's dangling tits. I flipped up the skirt. I massaged her bare cunt and then thrust my cock into her. Val grunted as I plunged my cock into her luscious body. I pulled from her pussy and then presented it to Liza who stretched hard to lick at my cock. She hummed as she licked then sucked on the head, running her tongue around and around it till I pulled back. I pulled Val to her feet and pushed her back to the observer's chair. She flopped down, her face a picture of desire, lust and passion. 

I got on the bed behind Liza and took hold of her hips. With one hand I pressed my cock against her pussy. She gasped, pulling away from me. I pulled back on her hips and my cock sank into her slick, open pussy. Nothing impeded my progress; I thrust into her body, pulling her fiery ass back against me. Liza gasped and tried to pull away. I let her. I got off the bed and released her wrists. She sat back and hissed at the pain still in her ass. She leaned forward on her elbows and rubbed her wrists. I put a hand on her side and pushed at her. "On your back." I said softly. "Get on our back and then ask me to fuck you. Say please. Beg if you think you can."

Slowly, Liza rolled onto her back but her ass lifted as though bouncing off the bedspread. She dropped her big ass and widened her feet and lifted it off the bed again. She grunted. "Fuck me. Please fuck me. Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me hard. Pin my hot ass to the bed and make me come. Please. Oh god, please fuck me!" Her ass dropped to the bed. I put a hand on her hip but let her ass rise up. Her legs quivered as she arched her body. I moved between her legs and, kneeling, put a hand on her pussy. I slipped a finger into her pussy. I wiggled it around; Liza sloshed like an aquarium. Her body was straining, shaking and finally Liza dropped to the bed but immediately her ass rose again but she could not sustain it. I withdrew my finger and replaced it with my cock at her dripping entrance. I bent over Liza's shivering body and kissed each breast and then shoved my cock into her. She shrieked as I pounded her ass firmly down onto the bed. I balanced on my arms and pumped her over and over for a few moments. Each time I rose up, Liza's cunt followed me up, raising her ass off the bed. Liza's eyes were on my face as I fucked into her, over and over again. Her eyes began to glaze over. "Fuck me." She whispered. "Fuck me hard." Her voice was small and cracking. 

I lowered my head and kissed her lips. Her mouth was wide and wet and warm. Her tongue fought me, tangling with mine as I continued to fuck into her. I went to my elbows, moved my head down beside Liza's neck and ran my hands down her body to her ass. I clasped her ass and fucked my cock deep into her cunt. Liza shouted 'fuck!' and then her body began to shake and shimmy, then arched against my weight and tried to lift against my pounding weight as she encountered her first, pain-induced orgasm. Her hands grabbed at my shoulders and then moved them to my ass and pressed against her own movement beneath me. She was gasping and trying to speak but then another ripple of orgasm caught her and she howled, arching again in surprise as her body taught her a new previously unknown level of pleasure. I focused my strength and weight on her pelvis and forced it firmly onto the bed. Liza lifted her legs and wrapped them hard around my body, around my waist, surrendering to the fire suffusing her ass. Her ass began to twitch, hunching against me with short strokes while I ground my cock into her. My hands released her ass and I found her hands. Clasping them, I pulled them over her head and stretched her hard, smoothing the arch in her back which rolled her ass up to me, seating my cock deeply into her body. Liza groaned. Her hips continued their rhythmic pounding up at me, driving my cock over and over into her body. I moved my hands to her shoulders and began to thrust again into her from a new angle, withdrawing as far as I could, as far as her legs would allow me. I pulled at her shoulders at the same time I arched my body which created a deep penetration again. I repeated this over and over. I felt the orgasm begin and switched my hands to her ass. Liza screamed as I fucked into her while my cock swelled with pleasure. My head dropped beside her and my hands clasped at her ass. We both twitched and she began to cum again. I continued to come into her cunt till I was spent, at which point I collapsed. 

After a few moments, Liza was still as well. I slumped off of her body and she immediately rolled onto her side and laid her head on my shoulder. "Holy fuck." Val said from the chair. I glanced over and saw her clinching the arms of the chair. She had not moved since she sat down. "You are right. Watching someone get fucked is awesome! Are you going to finish up with her ass? I'll get the lube." 

Liza lifted her head. "Yes. Holy fuck." She repeated. Then she turned to look over at Val who was already in the bathroom. "Did she say . . .? My ass?"

"Your turn, my dear." Val brought me the bottle of lube then volunteered to bring us wine, which seemed like a good idea. She did and half an hour later, Liza finished her glass and descended down my body with hands and lips till my cock was in her mouth. She sucked and cajoled till I was erect. She then assumed the position and arched her back. 

Val finished her wine and picked up the lube. I shook my head and pointed at the belt, discarded and lying beside her chair. Her eyes became wide and then she went to it and picked it up. But she shook her head. 

Liza turned to look at her, her eyes became wide as well. "He is going to make me fuck Ted, Valerie." Liza said softly "I am going to fuck him so that he thinks you are nothing but a blow-up doll." Liza smiled then and then lowered her head. "Beat my ass, Val."

Valerie shook her head, smiled and got the cuffs and without a word hooked Liza up to the bed again. "You will enjoy this, I assure you." She said. Val looked at me again. "I'll be right back." She danced out of the room. "Do not touch her till I get back." I shrugged and walked over to the chair and sat down.

I waited. Ten minutes later Valerie appeared. I had dozed in the chair but Liza was hooked to the bed and could not easily relax. Valerie had a bag. She set it down. "Liza, I believe you want to fuck my husband." She said softly, moving up beside Liza on the bed, standing beside her. Val leaned over and grasped one of Liza's huge breasts which hung below her body, massaging and pinching it. I went to the other side of the bed and did the same to Liza's other breast. After a few minutes of this attention, Liza groaned a deep in her body. Her back arched and then her hips spasmed, striking forward as we both pulled at her breasts Valerie let go of her and picked up the belt. She walked over and handed it to me. 

Liza's head pivoted, looking around, then between her naked legs, then around at me. Her eyes became round when she saw the belt once more in my hand. I smiled and put and arm around Val and kissed her hard on the mouth. She returned it with gusto, pressing her clothed cunt against my thigh. I pulled away from her, turned her in my arms and kissed her neck. Valerie signed and tipped her head aside to allow me access. Instead, I whispered. "I am going to beat her ass, fuck her ass and then you will have to eat her pussy. Go, sit and watch. She is going fuck your husband tomorrow. You will stay here and fuck me." 

I shoved Val toward the chair and turned my attention to Liza. "Close your eyes, Liza. If you open them, I will have to start my count to ten all over again." She nodded, closed her eyes and turned her head back to the wall. I lifted the belt and struck her once across the buttocks. Her ass shook with the blow and Liza grunted. "Count." I said. 

"One. Thank you, master." She said out loud and clear. I liked her thinking. I struck her again. "Two. Thank you, master." Liza responded. I waited, waited and waited. Twice her head seemed to move towards me, she wanted to open her eyes and look. Her head dropped and the belt fell on her great ass again. It shimmied. Liza shuddered and pulled her ass down. I hit it again and she arched her back. "Three. Thank you, sir. Four, thank you, master." I struck her again. "Five, thank you master." Again I waited till Liza sagged. The belt fell on her ass again. I walked over to Val and handed her the belt. "Strike her when I put my cock in her mouth." I whispered. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 05



Val stood. I went to the other side of the bed and pinched Liza's breasts. She moaned. I got on the bed and knelt beside her, grasped her by the red hair and turned her head. Liza felt my cock at her lips and immediately opened her mouth. She sucked it into her mouth and I nodded. Val struck her ass with the belt.

"Mfffgghh, ttnnnkkgaa muuussaahh." Liza said, counting with my cock in her mouth. Her throat relaxed and she took me deeply and sucked and swallowed around my cock. Val struck her again, a loud crack that echoed the force of the blow. Liza inhaled so sharply, it pulled at my cock and she swallowed heavily, gagging. I pulled back and she said around my cock, "Seven, thank you ma'am." I moved behind Liza, grabbing her hips and pulling her down the bed. She whimpered as my hands covered her hot ass but she arched her ass. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and plunged into her throbbing body. Liza screamed as I entered her, thrusting all the way to the limits of her cunt, pushing against her forcefully till our bodies were sealed together. Liza was pressing back at me as well which caused her pain and her body shook beneath my onslaught. I stroked her pussy a few times and then withdrew, dripping her fluid. I pulled her back to her knees and moved back to her mouth and she sucked my cock into her mouth, lathing me with her tongue and massaging me with her lips. 

I gestured to Val who had stood aside and watched while I entered the redhead. Her face was a mask of eager anticipation. She raised the belt. "Liza, your ass is mine!" I grunted as she pulled me cock fully into her mouth. 

Val struck her ass. Liza's whole body jumped but she held my cock with her lips and throat. She backed away from me, panting and said; "Eight, thank you ma'am. Nine, thank you, ma'am! Ten, thank you ma'am. Ok god, please fuck me!" I was moving to do so but Val held up a hand so I put my cock to Liza's lips and she inhaled me again, licking at my cock and sucking on it. I glanced back at Val. She had a long sleek, silver vibrator in her hand, taken from her bag. She turned it on and pressed the shivering tip against Liza's cunt. I thought she was going to suck my cock off. I turned, pulling my cock from Liza's mouth and watched Val as she worked the vibrating cock into Liza's cunt. 

"Oh Christ!" Liza swore. "My god, I love that. Fuck me with your toy. Oh god, fuck me." Her ass began to shake and her head dropped. "Fuck me!" She whined. Val continued to feed the buzzing cock to the consuming cunt till it disappeared into Liza's lush body. Val quickly put lube on her finger and pressed it against Liza's asshole. 

"Liza, open your ass for us." I muttered. She arched her back and held it. She moved one knee wider and Val's finger slipped inside her great ass. Liza groaned and grunted as the finger wiggled and pressed deeper into her body. Val gestured to me and I was on the bed, on my knees behind that fine ass, my steel cock in hand. Val withdrew her finger from Liza's ass and took hold of my cock and pulled it to the asshole before us. I immediately began to press it into Liza. Liza shuddered, flexed her ass and let me in with a pure act of will, then pressed backwards, driving my cock deeper into her. I grasped her hips and she flinched. I pulled back and then slammed forward, over and over again till her scarlet ass was plastered against me. Liza's body jerked when her fiery skin made contact with mine. I pulled back and pounded forward again. 

Val meanwhile, had removed all her clothes and crawled onto the bed next to Liza. She piled up the pillows and lay back before Liza. She grabbed Liza by the hair and pulled her down into her crotch. Liza's arms were low enough to allow her mouth to contact Val's cunt. Val held Liza's mouth to her cunt and Liza began to lick and suck and I continued to fuck her ass. Val held her by the head with one hand on her shoulders as I fucked her ass. The orgasm began in my loins and flooded up in me and then I was coming in Liza's ass. Liza shook and shuddered and the buzzing got louder as the vibrator worked out of her pussy. I found it and shoved it back into her and she pitched forward, hanging from her hooked hands, orgasm crippling her reason and spasming her body. She twisted, she shook, she shuddered and screamed into Val's pussy. My cock popped loose from her ass and I fell beside her. I lay on my back looking up at her breasts and she nearly flew off the bed when I seized her nipples and pinched them both at the same time. I closed my eyes and rested. Val kept Liza feeding at her crotch for several minutes. 

I got up finally, unhooked Liza who flopped onto the bed, her head laying on Val's leg. I took hold of Val and made her stand. "Your turn, Valerie. Make her come with your tongue." Val crawled between Liza's legs, pushing her flat onto her back. Liza's ass twitched up but she could not lift her ass off the bed. Val descended like a falcon and was soon lapping at the juice and sucking at the flesh between Liza's legs. It took twenty minutes of sucking and licking before Liza came again but she did. I got up and washed my cock good for it had gotten hard again, magically. When I returned, Val was still lapping at Liza's cunt. Liza was pleading with her, first to stop and then to never stop, to keep going forever. She seemed to be coming over and over again. 

I got behind Val, lifted her hips so she was on her knees and thrust my hard cock into her dripping pussy. She came in that moment when I bottomed out in her cunt. She shook and shivered and then she screamed and screamed as I fucked her. I pounded her for several minutes till she flopped forward onto Liza's body and lay still. I continued to stroke into Val's spasming pussy. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her as I fucked her. She lay between Liza's lapsed legs, shuddering each time I shafted into her, unable to regain any equilibrium. I fucked her till I came. My orgasm crested and overflowed while Val shivered and shook and screamed. 

When I pulled out of her she collapsed, rolling away from Liza's pussy. I lay down between them and they pulled down to snuggle against me. They plastered their bodies against me and we slept. I woke in the night and sent them home. They were ready for the Prince. The fucking investment was about to pay dividends.



A Fucking Investment Ch. 06



Chapter 6

A Favor and Collecting a Fucking Dividend

I woke Sunday morning to the sound of chimes. I stumbled down to the door and opened it on my own shock. It was barely light and Eve stood there in a long coat. "Eve?" I said, puzzled. I could not guess why she was at my door or why so early. I answered it in my briefs with a loose robe which, when I saw it was her, I let hang open. 

"May I come in?" She shivered in the cool morning air. 

I stepped back and shuffled into the kitchen. She followed. "Coffee or tea?" 

"Tea." She said softly. I started the coffee maker with only water, no filter and turned around to look at her. Even this early in the morning, she was a vision, a lovely, sexy vision. 

"You look unfairly sexy so early in the morning." I said. "Are you naked under that coat?"

Eve smiled, her large blue eyes glancing at me. She shrugged the coat off and showed me she was well dressed in a woven dress that stretched down perhaps past her knees. I inspected her lean body and then finally noticing the silence moved my eyes to hers. She was smiling a bit. "I have a favor to ask of you." She said while the water burbled behind me. 

"A favor? Do we know each other that well yet?" 

Eve smiled, looking down. "I love my husband and he loves me." She said. 

I thought that was a curious response and said so but Eve ignored me. She seemed ill at ease but contained it within the sphere of her poise. 

"I do not have much time. I need to go make breakfast for my husband. I need you to do something for me. My husband is leaving in two weeks and one of my best friends from college is arriving for a visit expecting to meet him. I need you to be my husband while she is here, while he is gone."

I goggled for a moment, struck dumb by the favor she was asking me. I shrugged. "You have not even kissed me and you ask this?" I said with a chuckle in my voice. 

Eve held up a hand. "No. You do not understand." Her voice quavered. "I must explain so be silent and let me do so. My friend is a woman of considerable means. She is not a mean woman but perhaps bored, distracted, maybe bi-polar for all I know. In college, she made a hobby of . . . a . . . having the boyfriends of her friends. It became a joke, if your boyfriend had not a . . . "

". . . fucked . . . " I said helpfully. Eve ignored me. 

" . . . been had by Shallow, the relationship was shallow." 

"Wait. Shallow? Do you mean that is her name?"

Eve shook her head. "She was called that by the men because her, because she, her, she was shallow. Not intellectually but . . . " Her eyes pled for help and I accommodated her.

"She has a shallow pussy?"

Eve smiled thinly from gratitude. "Yes. Exactly. She always seemed tight, snug to anyone, regardless of size. Her name is actually Paula. But I am taking too long. I understand from my circle of friends that Shallow is on a mission to have the husbands of all her friends. She is nearly completed and has set her sights on John whom she has never met. I have kept myself and this life apart from being a Covington. John is part of this life and Shallow is part of that other life, the life I left."

"Where you and your friends offered your boyfriends to each other?" I asked. I wanted to bite my tongue for being cruel. Again. Something about this perfect woman made me want to both protect and hurt her. I felt both jealous of her life and contempt for how she seemed to suffer with it. I had the same thing, privilege, but I certainly did not have her poise, her noble manner or the gall to act like she suffered because of it. Everyone suffers with something but it is unseemly to be rich and complain about your misery. More than anything I wanted to lift her onto the kitchen table and fuck her just to see if she would still complain. Everything comes to him who waits; I wanted her to plead for it. 

Eve shook her head. "I know the sort of man you are. I thought perhaps you could be decent to me and help. Shallow will want to have John and I do not want her to. Since John will be gone, I thought perhaps you could stand in for him as my husband and then Shallow could have what she wants."

"Without actually having him, you mean? You want me to fuck her for you while acting like you are my beloved wife?"

Eve blushed, just a light pink hue in her cheeks. 

"Is she butt ugly?" I asked, pondering the advisability of this involvement. 

"To the contrary, she makes me look plain."

I shook my head. "Helen of Troy could not make you look plain. Ok. I'll do it. But there is a condition."

"No." She said. "Be my friend or not. I will not abide any such condition that compromises my marriage or my family." 

I shrugged. "Sorry I cannot be of help then. You are so insulting."

"Insulting?" Eve seemed genuinely puzzled, the first sign she took her rank and position for granted and expected people around her to fulfill her wishes without objection even, perhaps especially when it was to their detriment or at least inconvenience. She thought that letting you help was granting a boon. Good work if you can get it. This would change. 

"Yes, insulting. You want me to believe that we can be friends? You want a favor and offer nothing in return because you are certain that I would demand something crass of you."

"You would ask something crass of me." Eve said. 

"You wound me twice with one primal thrust." I stared into her eyes till she looked away. "But still you ask, knowing I will demand something of you." I rubbed a hand long my jaw. "If I were your friend, I would be able to count on you to aid me in some way, if I were in trouble. I cannot. I think you would always reserve the right to deny me. So let's make this a clear bargain. If you want to be friends, you have to prove that you will be there when I need you. Then I will match your faith. Till then, let's keep the accounts balanced."

"Fine. A favor deserves a favor."

"Very well, I will let your friend fuck me. I will be your slut. I only do this because I want to be your friend. What did you say about charity the other day?"

Eve colored. She used the downcast look again and it was too often. The illusion of the subservient woman, waiting and willing herself to the Man when she was nothing of the sort; it was an act but a good one. 

"Eve, darling, I am going to fuck you, eventually. And you will come like you have never come before. You know this is going to happen, you think that it is all I care about. You are wrong. I never fuck a woman who cannot kiss. You have to kiss me, here, now. If you kiss me well, I will do as you ask and you owe me nothing more." I waited. When she did not immediately respond, I added into the silence, "I will earn rights to your body in some other fashion."

Eve regarded me the way she would look at a bridesmaid dress for her two ton cousin. "You have to give yourself to Shallow and make sure she thinks you are John when she leaves. You look enough like John that any mention of her conquest would be sensible." 

"Does John know about this?" I asked. I saw the lie form in her mind. She spoke it with perfect delivery.

"Yes. We discussed it. I suggested that I find a friend to stand-in for him. He agreed it would make sense. He agreed." 

Lies are great leverage once I found the way to apply it. "I am going to be gone for ten days." I said. "I leave Monday. You could come with me."

Eve glanced at me and smiled in spite of herself. No matter who it is, the feeling of being desired has a benefit. She shook her head so slowly I thought I was seeing things for a moment. It was well done, the illusion of indecision in her when there was none. The illusion of her make-up when all the way to the core of her being. "I have an estate board meeting." She said idly. "Everyone must be there so I cannot miss it. You understand, I hope?"

Just like that I had my first clue, so long as no one suspected anything. She was one of the board members but Val and Liza were not. Good, so far so good. I shrugged and nodded but did not speak. 

"Shallow will be here on the 25th, so that is plenty of time. I will be in touch with the details." 

I nodded and walked over to her, making no attempt to hide the erection growing at my crotch. I bent over and placed my lips against hers. Her mouth opened immediately and she kissed me for real, immediately. Her hand grasped the back of my head as her tongue flicked into my mouth and she made no attempt to pull away from me. I placed a hand on her breast and pressed it against her body. She shuddered but kept kissing me, reacting positively by pressing her body against me. I suddenly felt guilty and crass. But then I realized that she was proving her point, that I would be crass. She was a talent! I pulled back and turned away from her, desire coursing through me like a convulsion. Eve stood behind me and walked out of the kitchen, the door clicking behind her. I did not turn till I knew she was gone. 

Monday morning came and Liza, Val and I shared a car to the airport. Our flights left within 30 minutes of each other but both were delayed. Val had worked out what she called a chart of charges which she reviewed with us. She identified a proposed value for sex to apply to their accounts. We reviewed it and tweaked it some but in general, it represented a good way to keep track of what they were doing for me and provided a fair limit to what they owed me. Just before they boarded, I added that husbands fucking them or any of my girls would be added to the exiting balance using the schedule of charges. I noted Ted fucking Liza Saturday night had gone on Val's account and Val was nearly apoplectic as she walked through the door to first class. I expected to hear from her immediately upon touching down but I heard nothing from them till about one in the morning. 

The cell phone woke me from a sound sleep at my hotel. "Josh? Josh!" Liza was crying into the phone. 

"Liza, what's wrong?"

"You said no marks. The good Prince has changed the rules. He is marking her, Val, right now with a cat o' nine tails. Josh, she's bleeding!" 

"Put the Prince on the phone, right now."

There was some muffled discussion, punctuated by screams and then quiet sobbing. "Hello?" The heavily accented voice of Prince Myuea Entarrea came onto the phone, thick with arousal. "Joshua?" I used this alias with him and he understood. "You have provided for me well, I am grateful. Now leave me alone, I have not fucked them both yet."

"Are you marking them?" I asked in my best dark tone. 

There was silence. My tone was effective. "Yes." The Prince said soberly. "I am sorry. I got too excited." 

"You will not mark my women. It is a demonstration of disrespect I will not accept. You have broken your word to me and now you must be punished. You will put the women away tonight, safe and sound and unfucked. You have disrespected me so you will call me tomorrow morning with a solution, how I can punish you for this infraction. If it is a good solution, they will remain yours. If you despise me further, I will see you never touch another American woman! No marks!" I hung up.

The next morning Val called and thanked me for the rescue. She handed the phone to the Prince. He spoke without preamble, his voice tight and tense. "I have a sister. M'bara. She is yours. She is on a plane now for the US from our home. I will deliver her to you and she will be yours till you return home. You can use her in any fashion you wish and in this I refuse you nothing. Nothing." He paused. He waited. Finally, when I did not respond, he said; "Is that sufficient?"

"Is she ugly?" I asked, intentionally insulting him. I was protecting the women. He had to take me seriously or I was putting them in some jeopardy.

Liza's voice came on the phone. "She is hot. I have seen her picture and talked with her on SKYPE this morning. You could not do better. And Josh, we want to stay, okay?"

"So this arrangement will work for you?" I asked. 

"We want you to fuck her. Perhaps you can share her with us later." 

With that in place, I settled the matter with the Prince, completed my business and later that afternoon got on the next plane. At the destination airport, an African woman met me with a sign with my name on it. She stood at my gate so she must have arrived that day at the airport. I walked up to her. 

"Mr. Gale?" She asked in a lilting African accent. She was not beautiful, she was sexual. Everything about her suggested sex. I shook my head. I was looking at a woman who had been given to me, the sister of a Prince. I nodded.

She extended a large hand, "I am M'bara. I am yours." She said softly. M'bara was about five eight with broad shoulders and the most prominent breasts I had ever seen on a woman. Her torso curved from her ass to her shoulders so that she appeared to be leaning forward, even when standing straight. Her breasts were the most forward part of her. Her belly slanted down to her powerful legs. Her ass was perfectly proportioned, shaped with her hips to direct all attention to the joining of her legs and the promise they offered. Her skin was coal black and she had nothing but stubble on her head. She wore a very short dress which showed off statuesque, powerful legs. She took me by the arm and led me away. 

We sat side by side in the limo to the hotel. She looked at me several times but waited on me, not speaking. We arrived at the hotel and she looked surprised when I secured a private room for her. We boarded the elevator and when the door opened at her floor I said, "Nine for a late supper, I will come to your room. Enough time?"

M'bara nodded and without a word, exited. 

I showered, shaved and changed. I lay on the bed and watched TV for a few minutes, till it was ten after nine. I got up and took the stairs the two floors down to M'bara's room. I knocked and she opened the door. She wore a brilliant white skirt which rode on her hips like a sail, flowing about her legs. It rose fully up one leg to her hip, revealing garters and her bare hip and the red string of her thong, visible just before she pulled down the thick, white sweater to cover it. The skirt swished closed as she stepped back into her room, a clear invitation. I, in turn, stepped back and she took the hint and followed me into the hall. The skirt dropped closed and her leg nearly disappeared—only a sliver of black skin showed in the white of the skirt when she stood still. I gestured for her to precede me to the elevator and she did. A black leg appeared with each stride and then disappeared as the skirt fell cleverly back into place. Her ass shifted behind her, flexing and throbbing as she walked making the skirt sweep back and forth. I followed. 

We boarded a rising elevator which seemed to be stopping at every floor to let people off and take others on. I moved behind her and pressed my back to the wall, waiting for the couple in the corner to leave and then took their places. I lay a hand lightly on M'bara's hip and moved her over in front of me. She moved lightly, as though floating which surprised me given the way her body accented her every motion. I found the slit in her skirt and pressed a hand in between her legs. My other hand slipped under the sweater and clasped her breast, pressing against the stout bra cup that covered it. She did have a thong on. I pressed my hand against her cunt and she lay back against me. I looked over her shoulder at two women across the car who stood with their backs against the wall, facing into the car. They were watching us and whispering. Beneath their appraising, curious eyes, I decided that I wanted M'bara before we ate and smiled at the white woman who was staring at me. I rubbed M'bara's pussy and her ass pressed back against my cock. The blond woman, tall and angular stared at us. M'bara turned her head impossibly far and I kissed her. The car rose and the blond woman watched till the doors opened. Her companion stepped out of the car. I hit my floor and the woman hesitated. 

"Come with us." I said. Her friend turned and watched with shock as the tall woman stepped back into the car. 

"Get our table." She said to the other woman. I will be with you presently." The doors closed. 

I turned M'bara completely around, pulling my hands from under her clothing. I took her head in my hands and kissed her hard. Her thick full lips kissed me back but her mouth did not open. I watch the woman watching us. I put my hand to M'bara's ass and clenched her body against mine. I broke the kiss as we neared my floor. "Come watch us." I said to the woman. "The price of admission is simple." The doors opened and the woman stood still, staring at me. I pushed M'bara out of the car and gestured for the other woman and after a slight hesitation she stepped out of the car. M'bara was walking towards my door and was soon out of sight around the corner. 

I stepped through the closing doors. I lifted the hand I had placed between M'bara's legs to the woman's nose. She inhaled, closing her eyes. I slipped a hand around her waist and guided her down the hall. She trudged, as if asleep or drunk but without reluctance. M'bara was waiting at my door watching us approach. She did not smile but her eyes watched us. Her breasts heaved, rising and falling while her hands smoothed the skirt on her large thighs. I separated from the nameless blond woman, leaving her standing beside M'bara while I opened the door. They were a study in contrast. M'bara was thick of body and limb, every feature was accented with inviting, sexual size without subtlety. The blond was tall, taller than I in her golden high heels. She wore a gold wrap-around skirt and a blouse that gaped at her breasts showing flesh nearly to her stomach. She was angular, with shoulders that bowed forward over her chest, all bones and tendon lines in her neck and back which was bare but for a golden chain which held the half-blouse on her body. 

I stepped inside the door behind her and pushed it closed, but did not let it latch. I stepped up to the bare back of the blond woman and slipped my hands around her, each hand inside her billowing blouse till I found her breasts. I put my head to her neck and kissed it between words. "You may watch me fuck this fine woman if you pay the price of admission." I said softly. She turned her head, bending back at me and twisting down, presenting her mouth to me. I kissed her softly on the lips. 

"What is the price of admission?" She asked, opening her mouth and kissing me deeply again, trying to turn in my arms. My hands had found her breasts, small and delicate like two fawns. I held her still, not allowing her to turn in my arms. 

"Your panties. I will keep them." I said. I pushed past her, leaving her standing between me and the door. She put out her hands, palms against the walls of the small corridor leading into my suite. Her eyes were lidded but alert. Then, ever so slowly, she bunched her golden skirt about her waist, grasped the white bikini panties the action revealed and pulled them down her slim, straight hips, down the attenuated thighs to her knees, where she released them while shifting her ankles together. The white panties dropped to her ankles. I turned to M'bara. "Would you, please." 

The woman knew immediately what I wanted. M'bara knelt and lifted each foot and removed the panties and handed them to me. I stuffed them into my pocket then opened my pants. I withdrew my cock and turned M'bara to the wall. I began lifting her dress and she immediately bent forwards, putting her hands against the wall. I ran a finger up between her legs and felt the dampness there. With a single finger I pulled the strings which held the thong in place aside. M'bara arched her back, lifting her ass and I pressed my cock head against her body. She hissed. She put a hand between her legs, finding the slit then touching my cock. With her hand, she positioned my cock at her slit and then she pressed her body onto my cock. I grasped her by the hips and thrust against the natural resistance of her cunt. I pulled back and thrust forward again, back and forward, again and again till I had my cock planted completely in her from behind, pressed tightly against her perfect ass. I stirred my cock around in her molten cunt for a few moments and then pulled free of the blinding pleasure of being in her body. I wiped my cock on the tail of my shirt and did up my pants. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 06



I turned to look at the blond woman. She sagged against door, her head down but not so far that her eyes missed any of the fucking that had taken place right before them. Her mouth was open and she was panting. Behind me, I heard M'bara panting as well, swallowing and then she was standing up next to me a hand on my back. We both gazed at the blond woman. I took M'bara's hand and took a step toward the blond. The blond woman shook her short hair and straightened her body to her full height, turned and opened the door. 

She walked just in front of us. At the elevator, I moved behind her and circled her body with my arms, pulling her back against my cock. "You and your friend can have her for the night, if you like." I said. "I will come by your table. If you give me your friend's panties, she is yours till tomorrow afternoon." The elevator opened and I released her. M'bara and I crowded on behind her. I held M'bara's hand so when she squeaked and jumped beside me, I knew it was not my doing. I released her hand and ran mine up her leg to her ass to find a female hand caressing her buttocks. A moment later, a hand grasped hold of my ass and pinched it hard. And I squeaked. I glanced down at M'bara and she was laughing, soundlessly, showing her brilliant white teeth. 

The doors opened.

At the table, I ordered wine I liked and a meal for us both, two things I liked. I did not offer her a menu or ask what she wanted. When the waitress left us, a disapproving black woman who scowled at me and made comments under her breath, I turned my attention to M'bara. She looked tired. 

"Are you really going to give me to a strange woman and her friend for the night?" She finally spoke.

"You'd be jetlagged and would go to sleep on them." I said. 

"I no go to sleep when there is pussy available." She said in a normal voice. An attractive woman nearby with no ring on her finger glanced at M'bara. M'bara followed my gaze and then covered her mouth with her large hands. "I am so sorry." She whispered, the musical lilt of her voice captivated me. 

"Only if you want to." I said, also in a normal voice. "But they owe me a pair of panties before I let go of you. And if you refuse, you'll have to give me your thong so it is an even exchange." 

M'bara nodded and said, "I'll think about it. She might be tempting. I did not see her friend."

"They are right over there. Walk by on the way to the powder room and see how tempted you are."

She nodded. "I shall. But for now, I like the tension of wondering if it is dick or pussy for me tonight." 

We talked till the food came. We kept talking and by the time the wait staff cleared the table, I had barely spoken but listened only. I said, "So, M'bara, are you really his sister?"

She regarded me for a moment and then nodded. "Mother and father. He is my baby brother." She rose and walked away, presumably to the bathroom. When she returned, she dropped a pair of ice blue bikini panties on the table in front of me. "I begged off." She said. 

I stared into her eyes but she did not look away. I picked up the panties and rose. I had signed for the meal while she was gone. I walked us over to the table in question. They were having dessert. For the first time I got a good look at the woman with the blond. She was average of face, with light brown hair but her body was perfectly proportioned. I stopped at the table and both women put down their forks. 

"Good evening. My name is Joshua Gale and this is my wife, M'bara Entarrea. I apologize for not introducing ourselves earlier." 

The blond woman smiled tightly. "Very pleased to meet you both. I am Constance Miller and this is my associate Beth Winter. We are attorneys, here attending a conference on . . . "

The woman named Beth reached across the table and patted Constance on the wrist, silencing her. "They do not want to know what we are doing here, only if we will be doing them." Beth looked up at us. "How long are you in town?"

"I may have to leave tomorrow evening but may be here another day." I said. 

"Well," Beth said, "that is fast. I put our contact information on the receipt I gave Mrs. Gale if you should change your mind. And thank you." I knew a dismissal when I heard one. I took M'bara's hand and we walked to the elevator. 

On the elevator I put my arms around her and kissed at her ear for a few floors before whispering, "Do you fancy sleeping with a man tonight? I have to rise early for business so if you prefer to sleep alone, I quite understand."

M'bara turned in my arms and gave me a most penetrating look. "I am yours, Mr. Gale. Do with me as you please."

I took her back to her room. I stepped inside with her and took her in my arms. "I have to prepare for some business for tomorrow. Can I get you anything before I go?" 

She turned to me from far inside the room and returned to where I stood, just inside her door. She pushed the door closed and put her arms around me and kissed me softly on the lips. "I am so tired. I will be more rested tomorrow. So, no, thank you." Then she began to open my trousers. My cock responded immediately and she was on her knees with my cock out, inspecting it with her fingers and eyes. She touched the tip of it with her luscious lips, caressing and pressing at the end with them while gently sucking. Then she opened her considerable mouth and took the tip inside. I felt the briefest brush of her teeth as she sucked me inside. Then her cheeks billowed and then compressed and she was sucking on my cock. It slipped slowly down her throat while her tongue massaged the head and then the shaft. Her nostrils flared and she inhaled a great breath which moved my cock deeper into her mouth. Her hands went around me and gripped my ass and she began to bob her head. She fucked me with her mouth; that is all you can call it. But it was expressive and focused and erotic and in a few moments, I came down her throat. She drank me deeply and when I sagged away from her, she redressed me, stood and backed away, her hands crossed in front of her body. I turned away and returned to my room. 

I worked till about one in the morning and was just brushing my teeth when someone tapped lightly on my door. I spat, rinsed and went to the door and opened it on an empty hall. I stepped into the corridor and saw the receding silhouette of Beth Winter. Something altered her and she turned. At the same time, I heard my phone beep with the arrival of a text message. Beth was coming towards me and I ducked back into the room and grabbed the phone. I was too slow and the door had gone closed before I got back to it. I opened it and saw that Beth was once again retreating. Again she turned. I held up my phone and he nodded and came back down the hallway. 

I stepped out of the hall, but kept the door open. By the time she arrived, I had read the text and found that my meeting was being confirmed for 7 AM. Beth stepped inside and closed the door. 

"Is she here?" She asked seriously.

I shook my head. 

"Are you going to call her? She isn't your wife, really, is she?"

"No. And no. She just arrived from . . . Europe and is exhausted. I think she will be more fun tomorrow."

Beth nodded and did not move. 

"If you do not leave, I am going to fuck you." I said casually. 

Beth walked to the door and put on the 'do not disturb' light and then turned around and almost struck a pose. I took two quick steps and wrapped her in my arms, kissing her hard, banging her head and shoulders against the door. With an arm around her waist and hers looped about my neck, I lifted her up. I slipped a hand onto her buttocks and clasped her ass hard as I lifted her. She tried to lift her legs but the dress she wore precluded that. It was a fashion from forties, where the dress constrained the lower legs forcing the woman to take small steps while her ass bobbed back and forth, whatever that is called. I don't have a fashion vocabulary.

I carried her through the living room and into the bedroom. I set her down and stripped off my boxers. She took hold of my hardening cock and was going to kiss it but I did not let her sit. I almost had to kneel to get my fingers on the hem of her skirt. I began to pull it up which forced her legs together. It had buttons down one side and when it began to bind at about her knees, I jerked and the first button popped. Beth gasped. 

I continued to force the skirt towards her hips and finally, gave a great yank and several buttons popped, one pinging off the face of the TV. Her legs were bare and she had no panties on. I fit a knee between her knees and they opened like a newspaper. I took hold of her by her ass and manipulated her body till I could crouch and aim my cock at her. I missed and she released my neck. With one hand she positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy and she pressed herself onto me. As soon as the head of cock was inside her lower lips, she began to kiss me again. I put a knee onto the bed, nearly lifted her off my cock, then pulled her hard onto me again. I sunk perhaps half a cock length into her cunt. She broke the kiss and threw her head back. Her legs came up and wrapped around my waist and just like that, her cunt flowered and she slid it the rest of the way home. I lowered her onto the bed, an arm around her waist and one on the bed so we did not fall, then moved both hands to her ass and began to hammer into her body. 

Beth arched her body against me. I released her ass, put an arm around her waist and lifted her to the center of the bed and then returned to pounding her. In a few minutes, I felt her begin to tense and she was mumbling in a whisper words I could not quite catch but it was not a chant. Finally, I lifted myself off her chest so she could put some volume to her words and I could hear her talking. "His cock is in me, deep in me. I can feel his hands on my ass. I love his hands on my ass. I wish you were here to watch him fuck me. I have my legs wrapped around him and he is pounding his cock into my pussy. I am so wet and am . . . oh god! I am going to . . . going to . . . going to commmmeeee!" She wheezed and then she went limp. I was still pounding into her and my orgasm was close. I continued to piston her inert body. She only grunted as I thrust into her body and then I was coming. She pulled at my shoulders and when I kissed her, she kissed me back. I rolled free of her body and she was up, pulling the skirt down. It was a torn shambles. Without a word, she walked out of the room but unsteadily, bumping into the doorway on the way out. I heard her close the door, got up and shut off the lights and went to bed. 

The next day passed quickly. I slept like the dead and nearly missed my meeting, skipping breakfast. I was doing follow up work on the things Sharon was working on, acquisitions and refinancing some lines of credit to structure Sharon back into the business. By three I was done. I went back to my room and slept till seven. I was certain I could have gotten a late flight out but decided to stay an extra day. I made arrangements for a late afternoon departure the next day when I woke. Then I called M'bara. She answered her room phone on the second ring. 

"Yes." She said. 

"It's Joshua." I said. 

"Hello, Joshua." 

"Hungry?" I asked. 

"Yes." 

"Meet me in the lobby in 15 minutes." I said. I thought about telling her to call Beth and Constance but didn't. I was curious to see if she would on her own or if they had connected during the day. 

I arrived in the lobby. M'bara was standing at the entrance to one of the curio shops peering through the glass. I saw Constance standing near the exit from the Hotel and Beth walked up to her and they stood talking, waiting by the concierge's desk. My cock stirred. 

I walked up to M'bara and placed my hands on her hips. She did not respond. I looked over to find both Constance and Beth watching me. I leaned in and lightly kissed M'bara on the neck. She twitched, shrugging a shoulder at my feathery kiss. I wanted to pull her back against my cock but thought better of it and reached to take her hand. "Hungry?"

I pulled her to the concierge's desk and told the woman there we needed a taxi. She relayed it out to a guy on the street flagging cabs. I waited, pointedly ignoring Beth and Constance. M'bara ignored them as well. I was trying to figure out if I wanted them along or if I wanted M'bara to myself. 

"Mr. Gale, are you going to invite us along? Wherever you are going?" Beth's voice decided for me. 

I looked at Constance, ignoring Beth. "Well, hello Miss Miller. We are going to the Oak Room Steakhouse. Would you and your friend care to join us?" 

Constance appeared bewildered. She looked at Beth and then back at me. Then she nodded. She did not speak. Her hand went out and took hold of Beth's wrist. Beth shook it free. 

The taxi arrived and the four of us piled in; I arranged to sit between Constance and M'barra while Beth sat in the front. I held M'bara's hand and scrupulously avoided contact with Constance other than what the situation demanded. Soon we were seated at the restaurant and ordered drinks. I keep a steady stream of conversation going with Constance and eventually Beth, questions that invited explanations and discussions of their business. We ordered and ate. Constance became increasingly nervous and Beth seemed amused. The wait staff cleared the plates and I ordered cognac for everyone without asking. Then when that was gone, some brandy. During the whole meal I had ignored M'bara, talking exclusively to Beth and Constance. M'bara listened attentively, laughed with us and answered direct questions but offered nothing. Finally I let the conversation lapse and we all sat silently sipping the brandy. 

I set my snifter down and leaned my elbows on the table and looked across it at Constance. Beth sat to my left and M'bara to my right. "So, Constance, would you like to watch me fuck someone tonight?"

Constance looked over at the younger woman, at Beth. Beth ignored her, watching me. When Beth would not meet her eyes, Constance switched her attention back to me and with her gaze fixed stiffly on me, nodded. 

"Who would you like to watch me fuck tonight?" I asked easily. 

Constance did not let her gaze waver. "Beth." She said. "I want to see you fuck Beth."

B'bara moved her eyes from Constance to Beth and so did I. "Beth, would you like to see me fuck someone tonight?"

Beth nodded and sipped from her brandy snifter. 

"And who would you like to see be fucked tonight?" Beth immediately pointed at M'bara. I looked at M'bara. "Are you wearing any underwear, M'bara?" She was wearing a tight blue dress. I don't know what you call the fabric, a coarse weave with blue-green mixed with blue, sort of knobby but stretchy enough that it clung to her wondrous body. The neckline dipped nearly to the limit of her breasts and her nipples pressed through even the half-bra she must have had on. Despite their size, her breasts retained a fine definition, forming cleavage and smooth curves that disappeared under the dress. She had on dark, blood red lipstick and blue-green eye shadow with huge silver hoop earrings. They had something hanging in the middle which tended to catch the light and glint from time to time. 

M'bara hesitated. She stared into my eyes and finally said, "Yes sir."

"Thong?"

"And garters." She said in an even, conversational voice. 

I looked back at Beth. "If I fuck her for you, what are you going to do for me?"

"I will eat her when you are done." Beth returned. 

"That is not for me." I pulled my head at M'bara. "That is for her. What are you going to do for me?"

"You can have Constance." She said levelly.

I glanced at Constance. "Who do you want to eat you when I am done?"

Constance's eyes flicked at M'bara. Beth patted her leg. "That is okay, sweety. I may have her do me too."

I reached over and took hold of Beth's arm at the wrist. "She is mine. She does what I tell her, when I tell her. IF and I mean IF I invite the two of you back to participate, you will equal her in this willingness to be obedient. Is that acceptable?" I give Beth credit, she held my look and did not even blink. 

A dozen possible responses flickered past behind her sober, excited eyes. Finally she nodded. 

"Beth, go take off your panties and bring them to me. Now." I said it in a clipped tone. 

She did stare at me then. After a few moments, she rose and left to find some privacy. I watched her walking away. I leaned in close over the table. Constance and M'bara did as well. "We are going to give Miss Beth the best sex of her limited life. Ok?"

Constance nodded. 

"Good. Keep in mind that the objective is to make her come so much and so hard she will not be able to walk straight for weeks. She is young but I want her to remember this night for all her life!"

They both nodded but neither smiled. Beth returned and dropped her panties on the table. Plain, functional but wet. I stared at them for a moment, laying on the white table cloth, before I put them in my pocket and we returned to the hotel. I touched none of them, sitting in the front of the taxi on the way back and standing apart in the elevator. 

Once inside the room, we all went into the living room and I fixed bourbon for everyone. No one spoke. M'bara watched me while the other two fidgeted, glancing at each other. No one spoke. I waited, watching, hesitating, stalling. Then, finally, I understood what I wanted to do. I rose from the chair and walked over to M'bara. I extended a hand. She set down her drink and put that cool hand into mine and rose as I drew her up. I leaned into her and kissed her lips, gently and carefully, running my tongue over them lightly, once before stepping away from her, but pulling her into the middle of the room. M'bara seemed to understand immediately. She turned around, presenting her back to me. I took off her earrings carefully while she stood completely still. I unhooked the top button at the back of her dress and drew the zipper slowly down her back. The black bra strap appeared and I stopped the downward motion long enough to unhook it. My hand continued to unzip the dress clear down to the deep cleft of her ass. I ran my hands up and down her back, nudging the material aside but leaving the dress largely in place. Her skin burned beneath my palms.

I bent and kissed the bow of her neck, left and right and stopped. I kissed down the line of her shoulder to the material of the dress and began to move the material slowly off her shoulders, leaving a line of kisses on her glistening black skin. I held her by the shoulders and moved to the left and kissed the dress off that shoulder. M'bara had folded her arms across her chest and with them, held her dress and bra in place. Her back was now bare, a black V framed by the dress. I ran my hand lightly over her back, and finally possessed each hand and pulled them to her sides. The dress drooped and I helped it to fall to her feet. She stood completely still. 

I looked over at Constance and Beth. They sat together on the couch while I stripped the woman in front of them, staring with their mouths open. The bra dropped onto the floor. I moved behind M'bara and placed my hands around her waist, pressing at each of her hips till she understood and she shifted her weight back and forth, making her hips swing which in turn made her great, suspended breasts sway in time with her motions. I then moved my hands up her black belly till they were under her proud breasts. I turned my hands and cupped her breasts from below and caressed them. M'bara sighed and became still. I took hold of her breasts and pulled her back against my body, still clothed. She arched her back, pressing her ass against me while I pulled at her torso with direct pressure on her breasts. I found her nipples, inverted and smooth and tried to pinch them but they were too taut, too aroused to grasp easily so I rubbed her aureoles and nipples with a fingertip. M'bara groaned and shivered, her hands pressing back against my legs. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 06



I began to kiss at her right ear and she gasped, tipping her head to receive the kisses and hissing as I ran my tongue into and around the ear. When I took it in my mouth, I felt a tremor go through her body. I sucked on her ear and bit down the tiniest bit and she turned in my arms, scraping her great breasts against my chest as she turned. M'bara pressed her open mouth against my lips. Her lush lips worked against mine and her tongue moved across my lips and into my mouth. Her hands stroked up my chest while keeping her lips pressed against me and she unbuttoned my shirt and stripped if off my back. She unbuckled my pants and skimmed them down to my thighs and immediately grasped my hard, throbbing cock in one hand. She pushed me a bit and I moved over to the loveseat and sat down. She followed. 

M'bara put a knee on one side of my legs and then knelt over me. She took firm hold of my cock, positioned it under her pussy and descended on me, sinking my cock into her ever so slowly. She arched her back and moaned as my cock eased past the lips of her cunt and then glided into her writhing depths. Her knees slipped on the couch as her hips descended. Her breasts were even with my lips and above them her long ebony neck stretched as she shifted her body down onto my cock. I put my hands on each breast and pulled one then the other to my mouth. At first I just kissed the sides and under the nipples and then I began to suck on her skin and she shuddered, lifting her body and pressing it back down on my cock. 

I glanced over at the two women and found Beth kissing Constance while Constance remained fixated on the scene I was making in front of her. Beth had her hand up Constance's dress and Constance's legs were wide but she did not move and her eyes remained fixed on us. 

I sucked harder on M'bara's breasts. She groaned and spoke for the first time. The 'yes' hissed from her mouth like escaping steam. I changed breasts and she moaned, dropping her head and with her hands which had been holding onto the back of the couch, she took hold of my head, found my mouth and kissed me, bearing down hard and forcing me back into the cushions of the loveseat releasing more of her weight onto my cock. Then she began to fuck me. I slumped down while she began to lift her hips and slam them down, not more than two perhaps three inches. She picked up speed, getting her knees positioned properly to aid the violent motion. She moved her hands down to my sides and increased the tempo. I lay my hands on her hips and felt the power in her as she pounded her cunt with my cock, perfectly positioned to receive me into her body. She began to sweat. 

I could not lift her so, when she began to slow the pace, I patted her side and she rose off me, letting my cock come free. "Go lay on the bed." I said to her. She walked into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed, rolled onto her back and lifted her knees and became still, waiting. 

I moved to Beth who was kissing Constance's neck. I pulled her loose and lifted her to her feet. Her eyes were glazed with lust. Constance's eyes were wide, glassy. I kissed Beth on the mouth and she immediately sucked at my tongue and wrapped her arms tight about my neck while arching her body away from my wet and hard cock. I pulled away from her. "Go lick her cunt for me. I will fill it again and you can have it but I want to mount Constance before I finish in M'bara." Beth looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language for a moment then nodded. I turned and watched her crawl, fully clothed, onto the bed. M'bara watched her approach but when Beth's lips and tongue touched her pussy her eyes closed and she shuddered and in seconds, she started keening with little grunts. In a few moments she was coming, gasping and hunching her cunt at Beth's face. 

I turned back to Constance who was still sitting and pulled her to her feet. I took off the olive green jacket she wore and the draping blouse to reveal her small, white bra that covered her breasts. I reached around her and unhooked the bra. I unhooked and removed her straight skirt—she had no panties—leaving her naked but for her high heels. I took her in my arms and kissed her our naked bodies melding along with our lips. I had a thigh between her legs and those legs parted and then she broke the kiss, moved directly in front of me and my cock touched her cunt. She reached down and held it in position and pressed her body onto it. She pulled back, pressed harder. She repeated this several times till I was slotted completely in her slender body, one of her legs lifted and hooked behind me. Then she put her arms around my neck and lifted her legs, putting her whole weight onto the cock in her cunt. I grasped her ass to support her, turned and staggered to the bedroom. 

M'bara was thrashing on the bed while Beth fed at her pussy, one arm wrapped around each black leg. Beth looked like some sort of sex toy attached to the cunt while M'bara tossed her about on the bed balanced on her heels and shoulder blades. I knelt beside them and eased Constance onto her back. I felt M'bara droop a leg over me and leave it there. I grabbed onto Constance's slender ass and began to pound into her. She came then, biting at my lips and screaming as her body hunched against me, shuddering. I felt my own orgasm signaling as her cunt spasmed around me. I pulled back and all at once her legs relaxed and she fell back onto the bed, emptied. 

I pulled back and found M'bara also lying still while Beth licked at her pussy, slurping up trails of liquid that ran down her thighs and pooled around the lips of her pussy. I bodily pulled Beth away from the woman and replaced her, kneeling between the splayed black legs. I knelt over M'baras supine form, feeling at her crotch for the entrance of her pussy and finding it. I placed my cock there and pressed it into her. She grunted again then her hips exploded upwards and my cock was buried completely in her shuddering body. The hips dropped and then she flexed them upwards again. I placed both hands on her powerful ass, each perfect cheek filling a hand. I began to meet her motions with my own so that when she whipped her hips upwards, I pounded down with mine, thus thrusting my cock as deep into her body as it would go. A few minutes of this and I was ready to come again. I held to her and when she backed away, I sagged down and began the small shimmying jerks of orgasm. She hammered that great ass up once more and she screamed and her whole, black body arched off the bed and she quit breathing. For a few seconds I was suspended in the air, my head at her neck while her seizing cunt clasped at my cock. I felt her breasts taut against my chest as she came, a strong internal clenching that seemed to grasp my cock like a hand. Then she shook violently and her body dropped. Her hands rolled me to the side, between her and Constance, gasping for breath. 

I lay back on the bed. Both M'bara and Constance rolled to me. I kissed them each in turn. I finally lay back and closed my eyes, gasping for breath. After a few minutes of rest my eyes opened and found Beth standing at the foot of the bed gazing down at us, still fully dressed. She did not move. Her eyes were wild. I shrugged off the clinging women and stood up, backing Beth from the bed. "Fuck me." She whispered. "Make me yours. Fuck me with your cock." She was on her knees taking my deflated cock in her hands and licking the head and shaft. Her mouth opened and she put the head to her lips and sucked on it. I responded. As my cock hardened, Beth put more and more of it into her mouth till the tip gagged her and she backed away. Then she blew through her nose and inhaled and my cock sank all the way into her mouth and down her throat. For a minute or two she sucked at my cock, blowing through her flared nostrils as she bobbed her head, fucking me with her mouth. 

I tangled my fist in her hair and pulled her head off my cock. She released me unwillingly, straining against my hold to keep her mouth filled but finally relinquishing my cock. She stood and looked expectantly into my eyes. Her hands twitched at her sides but she did not offer to touch me further. She wore a beige jacket which was stained with cum. I grasp the lapels and slipped it off of her shoulders. She shrugged out of it. Beth wore a cream blouse which clung to her body and I glimpsed the shape of her tits for the first time. I unbuttoned her blouse, the top button and the next and the next, slowly till it hung free, showing her mid-sized breasts tucked in a frilly white bra. Beth's mouth was open and she shivered when I ran a finger over her lean belly and up to the bra. I tucked the finger into the cup of the bra and found a very rigid nipple. With two fingers I pinched at it, watching Beth intently. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. Her hips twitched forward. 

"Please fuck me." She whispered. "I'll do anything. Give me your cock. Put me on my back and part my legs and thrust your cock into my cunt. God, please fuck me!" She turned her head to the side as she spoke shaking her short brown hair, not looking at me any longer. 

I pushed the blouse off her shoulders and her head came back to me, eyes lidded and unseeing but aimed at me. I pulled the blouse down her arms and found I had left a button fastened which was tucked into the straight skirt she wore. I unfastened it and the blouse dropped off her arms, onto the floor at her feet. 

"He has my blouse off. He has pinched my nipples. I can feel how wet my cunt is. I want his cock." Beth muttered. 

I unzipped the skirt and it dropped as well. I stepped back then round behind her. Beth did not move. I kissed each side of her neck and whispered, "you are a bad girl!" She shivered. "I know what you want. You want to hide what you are. You want my cock so no one sees. But I am going to show Constance what you like so she can give you what you want." 

Beth's hands found my hips and gripped me, holding onto me but not moving except for the shivers that seemed to possess her body. "He is standing behind me, naked. I feel his erect cock against my back. He strokes my body while you watch. I am panting with need, gasping with desire. I close my eyes and see him fucking you, your legs wrapped around his waist while you cry with the orgasm wracking your body as you give yourself over to him completely." I slipped hand down inside her panties and pressed it against her pussy. Her words cut off with a sharp gasp.

I released her and she sagged. I pulled a straight chair from the living room up to the foot of the bed. I sat down on the chair. Beth had moved aside and watched me with growing horror. I gestured to her to come closer and she did. I put my fingers into the top of her panties and drew them down her hips. Beth had a very nicely proportioned body. She had a waist and pleasantly flaring hips and when she turned her back to me, I could see her fine ass, a pleasant swell in the back forming a beautiful cushion. 

"Over my lap, Beth. It is time you get what you want." She looked back at me then moved and did as I instructed. "I lay across his naked legs. I feel his cock poking against my bare belly and I want it. I wait, quivering with anticipation because I know what is coming. I am terrified and so aroused the feeling is altering me while you watch. You will see what he does to me and you will never forget it." On the bed, Constance was sitting up, a hand on M'bara's leg. Her eyes were wide, listening to Beth chant her commentary. M'bara was laying down on her back and did not sit up till she heard the first crack of my hand on Beth's ass. 

Beth cried out, surprised with the force of the first blow. I slapped her pert ass again and she flinched and then ground her cunt down at my lap but did not find anything to press against it. My cock was poking her belly. "He strikes me, his flat hand striking my ass with a crack. I flinch and my cunt sobs, begging to be penetrated with his cock. I feel it against my stomach and I quake with excitement. The anticipation of what is coming twists inside of me. He is spanking me for being such a slut. I am so excited that you are seeing me spanked I can barely breathe." 

My hand connected with her soft ass cheek, ending her soliloquy. Beth dropped her head, extending her hands past her head to floor. Her weight pressed down on my bare legs, my cock pressed up into her belly and I shifted for my comfort. I struck Beth again, so hard she squealed but then ground her cunt at my leg, shivering. "Every time he strikes me, I get closer to orgasm. I cannot believe this man has discovered this about me and is showing it to you. I own you and now you own me." I struck her again, very hard and Beth's voice shrieked and she sobbed from the pain and the pleasure mingling, meeting at some point between her ass and cunt. 

I settled into a rhythm, hitting each cheek. Beth yelped and then began to whimper and then she was openly crying, begging me to stop. I slowed, letting my hand lay on her ass longer and longer. Each time I hesitated, her back arched and her hips yawned till I finally stopped altogether and put a finger into her sopping pussy. Beth grunted and pushed back at my hand, still sobbing from the pain. Her cheeks were scarlet. 

"He beat me till I wept. My cunt wept. Then he stopped, his hand lay on my flaming ass. His finger touched my cunt and I thought I would come but then he thrust it into me and the orgasm escaped me, changing, lingering. And you watched, seeing my humiliation as I have seen yours so many times. I think of you, your ass, your lips, your quivering need as I beat you and now it is me and all I want is his cock." Beth's voice labored for she lay heavily on my legs. I withdrew my finger and Beth grunted, lifting her ass in an effort to keep my finger socketed in her flooding cunt. 

"Stand up." I said. Beth struggled to her feet and stood before me, her hands on her ass but then withdrew them. Behind her, M'bara was leaning on her elbows watching us. My cock was fully erect now. "Beth, you got what you asked for." Her hands went back to her ass again as if she forgot that touching her own ass would hurt. "No. You got to watch me fuck M'bara. Did you enjoy that?"

Beth opened her mouth but no sound came out. She licked her lips and nodded, once, twice, three times. 

"You owe M'bara something and me something, right?"

"You may fuck Constance." She whispered. "Constance, I give you to him." 

I glanced at Constance. M'bara was sitting up now, her legs still spread wide. Constance had pulled one of M'bara's hands into her crotch and M'bara was gently stroking her cunt. "I want to see you fuck Beth, first." Constance said. Her eyes glittered. 

I stood up, moving the chair back. I turned Beth around and pushed her between M'bara's legs. She grasped my intention and immediately began to crawl toward the pussy before her face still oozing our cum. She fit her mouth over M'bara's cunt lips and sucked. M'bara moaned and dropped heavily to the bed, lifting her legs. Beth was on her knees and felt me board the bed behind her. She widened her stance. I moved against her ass and placed my cock against her flaming skin tracing a wet line on her scarlet ass. Beth flinched. I found the lips of her pussy and fitted the head of my cock into the entrance. Then I grasped her hips and shoved my cock completely into her body. 

"Oh fuck me!" Beth shrieked. And fuck her I did. She grunted as I slammed home, pressing my body against her burning ass. I withdrew and plunged back into her boiling pussy. Beth moaned and then she was coming. M'bara pulled her face back down and her noise became muffled, grunts and moans and other sounds a woman never made but when she was coming. Constance watched with shining eyes. I set up a rhythm, slapping my body against Beth's tortured ass. Each time I slammed home, she would flinch, moan and then she would press her fiery ass back against me. I withdrew and slammed home over and over again till she came again. I pulled free and she whimpered. 

I looked at Constance. She immediately lay down on her back. I crawled between her lean legs and she positioned herself under me. I took one breast between my lips and sucked. Constance gasped. Her small breasts were tender and sensitive with hard knobs which made her jump when I ran my tongue over them. I licked her nipples and she sighed and her head wagged back and forth. I kissed and sucked each nipple several times till she was keening beneath me. Finally, I moved up and captured her mouth. She raised her whole body and kissed me hard. Her hands directed my slick cock to her pussy and she hunched up as soon as I was at the entrance and I slammed down into her. Constance screamed and came as soon as my cock touched the back of her body. Her legs wrapped around me and she screamed each time I slammed into her. 

M'bara began to come, grunting and pistoning her pelvis up at Beth's face. Then she stiffened and her body bowed. My orgasm arrived then and I was pumping load after load of semen into Constance's writhing, tight and grasping pussy. She hunched at me several times and then lay still. 

I lay on her, releasing my weight onto her chest. Finally, after several minutes, I backed off of Constance. Beth lay inert between M'bara's legs. I helped Beth off the bed and M'bara sat up and looked at me. Constance was watching her. I glanced at Constance's drooling cunt and M'bara moved. She moved gracefully on her knees and soon had her face at Constance's pussy. Constance winced with the contact and then stretched her head back, eyes closing, her hands bunching in the sheets. 

I slipped a hand around Beth and grasped her breast. She looked up at me and I kissed her smeared face. She slipped out of my grasp and began to lick my cock again, this time tasting Constance. When I finally got hard, after Constance had come several times beneath M'bara's talented tongue, Beth stood up and crawled onto the bed and opened her legs. She winced when she lay on her battered ass but then she lay back and waited. I moved between her legs, lifted them over my shoulders and mounted the woman. Beth sighed. 

"I watched him fuck you from between the black legs, my mouth sucking at the deep pussy while she came over and over below my probing tongue and hungry mouth6. I would glance at you as he fucked you. His cock penetrated you over and over. I could see it on your face each time he hit bottom, stretching you. You wrapped your legs around him again and as he fucked you, you held to him, following his body up, trying to keep the delicious feel of his rigid instrument buried in your body. Now it is my turn. While the dark woman eats you to orgasm after orgasm, I am on my back. My ass burns where he spanked me and I want to raise it but my cunt aches for his cock as it enters me. I wish for your eyes, I wish they were watching me as he begins to fuck me. I am helpless. My legs are over my head and his knees are clinched at my thighs while his cock penetrates me, over and over again!" 

My actions matched her words exactly. Her slit was tight and expressive, grasping at me each time I descended into her body. 

"Cum in me. I want you to fuck me till you come. Cum in me!" Beth hissed. I fucked her with her legs over my shoulders. I fucked her with her knees pinned to her ears. I fucked her with her back flat on the bed. I put a leg over one of her legs and fucked her in scissors fashion. I moved back fully between her legs and she hooked her heels behind my knees. I grasped her ass and set up a gentle motion, thrusting into her flowing body. I found her lips and we engaged in a luxurious kiss, tongues touching every part of her lips and mouth. In the midst of it, she pulled her mouth free.

"Cumming. Cumming. Cumming." She chanted and then her body convulsed and she arched beneath me, pressing her cunt up at me and my cock rooted into the core of her. Beth shuddered, quaked, gasped and fell back to the bed. She hooked her heels back behind my knees and patted my ass. "Your turn." She said. I continued to pump into her but my orgasm seemed far away. Beside us Constance finished cumming for the fifth or sixth time. M'bara sat up and pulled her down the bed, putting her head close to Beth's shoulder. Then she returned to feeding at the slim pussy. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 06



I moved over, still fucking Beth with my cock and put my lips to Constance's mouth. Her eyes opened and her mouth opened. I kissed her. Beth's hands found my ass and she pushed me down onto her body harder and harder with each stroke. My cock sliced into her, sheathing deeply each time in her boiling, seething depths. 

"His cock penetrates me over and over. My ass burns from the spanking at his hands. My cunt runs with the liquid ecstasy that gibbers inside my flesh. He moves away from my lips and begins to kiss you on the mouth while she, the black Nubian princess sucks his cum from your pussy. You are assaulted at mouth and cunt while being fully aware that I am pierced by his cock, filled with the shaft and I have come over and over while he pounded me. You requested that he fuck me. I am being fucked while he kisses you and I am going to come again! I am coooommmmiiing!" Beth shuddered beneath me, pulling me awkwardly deeply into her cunt, pressing her body up against my weight while I lay askew over her, kissing Constance."

I continued kissing Constance while I fucked Beth. Beth was both silent and still for a while. Eventually she lifted her legs, allowing my cock to plunge into her at full length. She locked her legs about my body and I penetrated her over and over again. Beth's hands finally gripped the cheeks of my ass and pulled at them, parting them slightly while she jerked her cunt up at me. She did this several times and I felt it, the elusive orgasm and I moved away from Constance, fixed my mouth on Beth's and began to pour my cock into her, finally coming into her willing pussy. 

We rolled apart. M'barra crawled up the other side of Constance. We lay, panting and sighing for several minutes. I rose up and kissed Constance hard on the mouth. Then I moved to Beth and kissed her as well. Her eyes glittered. When I could catch my breath, I stood up. "Beth, take Constance home. She can eat you there." They dressed and left without a word. M'bara and I showered together too fucked out to do anything but tend to each other, cleaning each other carefully for both of us ached with use and exhaustion. Our bodies quivered with lingering sensations. Then we crawled into the other bed and slept with the cloying smell of sex filling our nostrils and coloring our dreams. The next day, late, we went to the airport. 

We waited on the tarmac for two hours while the airlines determined if our plane was safe or the air empty enough for us to fly into. After about 30 minutes, M'bara reached over and took hold of my hand. She held it like that while we watched our individual movies. I took my head phones off and rested my eyes. That was when she began to talk. 

"Thank you." She started off with those words and I was nonplussed. Seemed to me like she was saying what I should have been saying. I opened my eyes. She laid a hand on my arm. "I have a master's in economics from the London School and a PhD in psychology. My brother is interested only in experiencing the benefits of our position in our country. My father has given much of the control of our holdings in Africa over to my care. I analyze and make the decisions but my brother carries them out; he is the face of our family and of our businesses. No matter what I do, I remain only a woman in Africa and that means I am primarily considered a sperm receptacle or baby storage by my brother and his associates. Any suggestion that we are more than that and the men . . . " She snorted. "And the men there wonder why we women fall in love with American men. They have learned to treat women as equals, as equally important."

"Not willingly." I said, sotto voce. 

M'bara shot an amused glance at me. Her fingers were softly stroking my arm as she talked. "My brother has watchers with us. Partly for my safety, I admit but also to insure that I do as instructed. He told me I was yours and I was to be all you wanted of me, without restriction, no matter what you wanted. When I first met you, I feared that you would not make use of me. Understand me, please. I love sex and I love fucking you and those women. I have had few orgasms to rival what I experienced last night. But beyond that, my brother begged me to do this. I do not know why. He insisted that I had to be a sex slave and keep my education to myself. 

"But you are not that sort of man, I do not think. My brother hates it when a woman teaches him something; it makes him feel stupid and that makes him angry. Now, I admit that many women when they see a man slip, they lose interest. If they see the slightest flaw in him they mock him or they abandon him. Many women are willing to destroy a man if they can and only love him if they find they are helpless and cannot destroy him. African men must appear perfect or they incur the contempt of the women they desire the most. Americans have learned to be honest with each other, at least about some things. You are gradually developing a society that is not scared of the vagina. The woman's nearly limitless capacity for orgasm is more an objective of jealously in American men despite the fact that it makes women undependable . . . with that ability, men would all be willing to stay in bed all the time and fuck themselves to death. Men come to the limit of their sexual ability and so have attention and energy to develop civilization and keep the world running. I understand this. Only civilization will ever give proper acceptance to the woman's capacity for pleasure and only in civilization will it be protected, perhaps, eventually, even to the point of becoming an economic asset to the vaginas of the world." 

M'bara flipped up the armrest between us and scooted closer to me. Her hand began to run up and down my leg. "My brother begged me to be your sex slave. Oh, I know, I should not use the word 'slave' when in the company of a white man but what the fuck. Political correctness is just furry and timid fascism and I could give a fuck. I have bigger problems than the racial issues around historical slavery. That is easy to spot. The slavery inherent in the woman's position in my country is much more difficult to change." Her hand approached my crotch and despite myself, my cock started to rise. When the back of her hand bumped it, she looked over at me. "Again?" She asked. "Still?"

I shrugged. "You are a sexy woman, M'bara. Any opportunity to fuck you that I let pass is a sin. You do things with your cunt that I love." 

She actually smiled. "I have to thank you somehow. If you had been a typical American man and tried to treat me with respect, I would have shamed my brother and he would have punished me. He gave you a sex vixen and you have taken him at his word. You have given him great honor by using me as you have."

"And will." I injected. 

M'bara nodded soberly. "Yes and will till you see fit to release me. The longer and more often I serve you on my back, the more honor you show my brother. He must have made a horrid mistake with you because he pled with me. He has never done that before. Never. I thank you because, perhaps for the first time in my life, my baby brother, my treasured brother is indebted to me. I will be able to use this against him for the rest of my life. Perhaps I can find a way to use this to become a full member of my own family and then later of my own culture. Some women have achieved that but they do not do so in such a way that it opens any doors for any other women. In fact, the powerful woman in cultures such as mine is far more predatory with other women than anyone else and the women around them are very often sacrificed to that ambition till there are no women left." 

M'bara's hand cruised up my leg, running her fingers along the inside of my thigh till her hand cupped my balls and grasped my cock. Then she simply held on. I moved the newspaper over my lap and she began to gently massage me, idly, unconsciously but with sufficient motion to make the paper move on my lap. She either did not notice or did not care. My cock grew in her hand. 

"You have used me and I want you to understand that doing so has proven a great benefit to me, beyond the intrinsic pleasure of fucking you. If you had me suck off every stranger we met for the rest of the time I am with you, it would not lessen the benefit. In some strange way, I think my brother will respect you if you find ways to use me that he has not considered."

I had to ask. The comment was too obvious. "Does he fuck you?"

M'bara looked at me, horrified. "My baby brother? No! He is an animal. But he has traded my ass to members of his entourage or his business associates, rivals, or whoever. I have fucked many of his associates both for him and because they thought I could help them. Sometimes I have but more often, that knife has turned in their hands. My little brother knows everything works because of me so despite the public contempt, he had to beg me to consent to be his gift to you. My pussy is mine, no one owns it but me. Contraception has given me control that women never possessed before in history, no longer merely chattel, a step away from a child's ownership. Yet, confusingly enough, being treated like chattel often makes us wet. We want to spread our legs for the man who treats us with the most disdain. When he asked me if he could grant my body to you to pay a debt, I got wet. Men may need to change but we women need to admit that we must change as well. We need to get wet when a man is polite to us. We need to find our nipples hard when a man treats us with respect. We need to fuck the nice guys rather than the man who will not take 'no' for an answer. Men like you who can respect me and yet make me wet, who have the ability to be forceful without adumbrating my will in the matter, who can figure out how to give me what proves to bring my greatest orgasm are rare and fine treasures." She hesitated. "You can humiliate a woman without losing respect for her. Like you did Beth, she loved what you did to her and when you were done, she felt respected as well as pleased, treasured as well as satisfied. It is a wonderful thing to get both a physical fucking of your life and still feel the emotional value you give to us. Thank you!" 

M'bara turned to me, withdrawing her hand from my throbbing cock. She put both of her large hands on my cheeks and kissed me for real, right on the mouth, with only her lips. Just before she pulled away, I think I felt her tongue touch me and then she was sitting back and looking at me. "My brother gave me to you and I was prepared to be used as I have been used in the past. In fact, I needed it and the worst thing you could have done was to ignore me. Instead you have included me in a wonderful night of excess, and in turn, I surrender to you. Till now, I have been serving my brother. From now on, I will serve you. I am yours to do with as you like." With that, M'bara sat back and closed her eyes. 

I sat, thinking about what she said and eventually went to sleep. The plane took us to the next city. As it landed, M'bara took my hand and leaned into me. "I nearly came while you beat Beth. I may want that sometime. To be spanked till I come." Then she closed her eyes and lay back for the landing. I was so hard thinking about the arch of her ass.

We went through the process of getting settled in a new place. At the hotel, I got us one room. She watched me till I got two key cards and one room then she smiled in a private way and quite paying attention to the busy work of getting our room. Once in the room, we both showered, changed and went out to eat. We had conversations. I was tempted to tell her of my plot to avenge my sister but I was not ready to speak of it to anyone, despite the fact that several seemed to have guessed my objective without divining my purpose. 

Halfway through dinner, M'bara put down her fork and stared at me. When I stopped eating and met her gaze, she said, "I did not mean for you to stop using me. I told you what it means to me. Don't get all sensitive on me now. Use me."

I shrugged. Then I looked around. "I did not think about what it meant to you." I said. "When I realized that, I was ashamed."

She smiled a thin, wan smile. "I will tell you something else. I liked fucking the two women with and for you. I admit it; that was fine, really fine. But I have simply never been as aroused as when you brought that woman first to the room with us. Feeling her eyes on us when you lifted my skirt and fucked me, if you had thrust a couple more times I would have come. I was so close I was shaking! I never knew what a turn-on it could be to have someone watch me when I am being fucked." She toyed with the long, glistening green beans remaining on her plate. When she stopped speaking, she looked up at me, a smile with a challenge in it. 

I did not respond. I paid and we left the restaurant. I saw three women waiting at the desk to check in. One nudged the other and pointed with an elbow at me, at M'bara and me, at the interracial us. I had been resting my hand lightly on the small of her back. I moved it down to her ass and she looked back at me. I pulled her to me, my cock growing hard as she pressed her body into mine. She lay both hands on my chest and looked up at me, her eyes shining, lips parted. I bent and kissed her lips. Her eyes did not close. I ran a hand over her ass, caressing her cheek, fitting the tips of my fingers deep into the crease. 

M'bara moaned a little. I kissed her harder and one of her arms went around my neck. Her lips parted and her tongue touched me, running along my lower lip, hooking inside to touch my teeth and the inside of my mouth. I pulled at her ass and she pressed her pussy against my leg. I kissed her harder but kept my eyes open, watching the three young women, all of whom were staring at us. When M'bara snaked a hand between our clenched bodies and grasped my hard cock, one of the young women gasped. I pulled away from M'bara and her hand followed me till she pulled it back. I took her hand and walked to the elevator. On the elevator she stood a bit apart from me and I did not touch her. She preceded me off the car and down the hall to the room where she waited for me to open it. She stared at the doorknob as though it were alive. With the door open, she stepped in and turned around, leaving me just enough room to let the door close. She put her hands up to my face, touching me carefully and then pulled me down to her mouth. She kissed me hard and then turned. 

"Unzip me. She said. Her sparkling blue dress dropped to the floor. I released each garter and then unhooked the garter belt. She bent slightly as I pulled her panties off her hips, skimming them down her thighs. She shuddered. "Get in me!" She said and bent further forward, putting her forearms on the wall. I crouched behind her and entered her partway. She pressed her ass back against me and I met her motion and entered her taut slit with my cockhead. I withdrew. M'bara sighed and grunted when I jammed my cock back inside her. I went deeper. 

"Use me." She said. "Come in my cunt. Fuck me." 

I grabbed her hips and pulled her back as I thrust forward. Her head dropped and she moaned as I burrowed deeper into her dark flesh. My fingers sank into her hips as I pushed her away, pulling my cock out of her grasping pussy. Then I slammed back into her, this time, sustaining the assault till I was rooted so deep, I thought I could feel her asshole opening against my abdomen. My imagination, I think but M'bara shuddered and then her ass began to hammer back at me, little short strokes that drew the eruption from my body just as she began to scream, "coming. I am commmming!" 

I felt her stagger and looped a hand around her waist. I pulled free of her quaking body and helped her to the bed. She rolled onto it and opened her legs. I mounted her again for I did not soften. I pounded into her pussy, long, grinding strokes which squished and sloshed. She lay still while I fucked her, her head turned sideways on the bed. I pulled out of her and struggled to my knees and pulled her farther up the bed. I put her legs over my shoulder and descended into her depths again. This time, M'bara made a small sound and her head turned to watch me fuck her. Her eyes were only partly open and something about the look, something about the idea of this woman being my possession, willing and eager to take my cock into her body made me shudder with excitement and then I was coming, hammering her as hard as I could. Her legs dropped and immediately locked around me as my orgasm subsided and I collapsed on her.

I recovered a little, keeping one arm under me to keep my full weight off of her. She still had her bra on. I ran a hand over it. "I heard you. I have business tomorrow. If I get finished early, we will go out with one thing in mind. We will find a person, male or female, to watch us fuck. I like that as well." I rolled away from her and M'bara sat up. She looked down at me and smiled. But she did not speak. 

The next day proved disappointing. The conference with the buyers went poorly and we ended up working very late. I got back to our room around one in the morning and M'bara was asleep when I arrived. I showered and snuggled up against her and was asleep before she turned over. I woke when she kissed me the next morning. I had meetings again all day and did not arrive back to the hotel till eleven, after our working group went to eat to celebrate signing the contract. My office made early morning reservations and I had a quick meeting before we left which ran long. I sent M'bara ahead and met her at the airport so it was then before we had much chance to talk. 

Through check-in and security, we stood orienting ourselves to find the gate. 

"I would fuck her." M'bara whispered. 

I looked around to see to whom she was referring and found her staring at a medium sized blond woman. She was slim, with a light, transparent blouse which showed her small breasts to the world, ghostly images punctuated by spots of darkness which could only be her nipples, her erect nipples. I stared at her till she moved and then glanced at her eyes. They were laughing eyes. She held my stare for a moment just as she turned away, a secret smile on her lips. 

I nodded. "Fuck her or let her watch?"

M'bara looked at me. "Do you think I am going to let something like that see me taking it and not do her when you are done?" 

"What if she is not interested in another woman?" 

"Then I will watch you take her." M'bara said with certainty in her voice. 

The woman disappeared into the crowd. The trip to the next city was much the same. We began to point out people we would like to have watch us, comparing notes and finding some common tastes. We both liked the Latin man with good hair and a certain Chinese man, lean and lithe as a panther. I had never been with a man nor had any sexual response to a man but the idea of having a guy watch me as I fucked M'bara, knowing or hoping he would get sloppy seconds seemed somehow newly attractive. We checked into the new hotel and went to a nearby mall. We had both showered and dressed, careful not to touch each other or we would not have left the room and likely would have starved to death since we had not eaten much. I finished first and watched her towel off, put on makeup and dress.

At the door, on the way out, M'bara stopped, closing the door as I was opening it. She smiled and pulled my mouth down to hers. "I want someone to watch us. I am so . . . aroused, I could fuck you right now but you promised. I feel that our time is nearly done. I want this. Tonight."

So we went to the mall and wandered around the many shops and kiosks. I got lots of stares, which is to say M'bara did. I was not feeling it. But M'bara was avid and finally she pulled me towards a women's clothing shop. She hesitated at the entrance, turning to me. "The tall blond woman, the older woman, I want her."




A Fucking Investment Ch. 06



The subject was an imposing piece of work. Her honey blond hair was shoulder length and brushed back into a singular whole and then sprayed in place. Her blue eyes were cold and unfriendly. She was brusque with the sale lady and dismissive of everything she touched. But she moved further into the store and we followed. I released M'bara's hand and kept a distance, considering how best to approach this woman. She glanced at me and caught me gazing at her. She did not look away but fixed her eyes on mine with a sort of defiant belligerence, daring me to keep my eyes on here. I did. She stopped her hands sorting the blouses on the rack before her. I held her gaze. 

M'bara said something to me but I ignored her. Out of the corner of my eye I caught M'bara looking back and forth between us. I did not blink. I did not look away. Finally, the blond woman pursed her lips and returned her gaze to the blouses. "M'bara, find something to try on and go into the dressing rooms. Give me about five minutes. 

I did not move my gaze. The woman shuffled through the blouses and I guessed then that she was not happy about buying off the rack. She had done it before, I guessed, graduated to better styles and now the economy had bumped her back into this familiar territory. Her eyes flicked up at me and finding my gaze still fixed on her, she dropped them back to the blouses. Her hands moved mechanically and her eyes seemed to be staring, unseeing. The slightest flush of pink rose in her cheeks. I wiped a hand across my lips. The woman stopped moving her hands. I could see the internal debate, the conversation rattling in her mind. Should she approach me and reproach me for staring in a most un-American way? Should she ignore me? Should she leave the store, retreat?

She became completely still as this debate continued. I did not move, I did not blink. I have a theory about sex which may have actual scientific support. My theory is that we humans can feel someone close to us, or smell them or something that tells our senses that fucking them would be a distinct and utter pleasure without telling us if we can stand them or not, like or love or live with them at all. Our animal instincts or our pheromones or something that establishes sexual compatibility fires and we just know. We know that copulation with that body would fulfill a basic need to experience ecstasy. And suddenly we want each other regardless of all the conventions that deny us the satisfaction such a coupling would bring. Civilization has barred us from acting on this till recently. Now, in the decadent corridors of the west, we can sometimes act on the suggestion such experiences proffer to our stunned consciousness. M'bara had picked such a woman for me. I felt it. I waited to see if she did. And if she did, how she would respond to it?

The woman looked up at me. Her blue eyes glittered but behind the glitter, confusion and then a glint of curiosity. Still, I did not move nor did my gaze waver. I desired to examine her body but I did not. She dropped her hand, putting her eyes on the rack before her. She stood still, elbow pinching her slung purse against her light tan business suit. She wore a straight skirt, jacket and white blouse. She wore high heels, black with straps and a single jewel at the ankle bone. I found I was examining her but seeing her clothes not her body. The clothing she wore was more sumptuous than she could find in this store. I looked back up to her eyes. She was watching me now. She dropped her eyes and took the first step towards me. I heard the dressing room door open and sensed more than saw M'bara emerge. The two women arrived together. The blond woman stopped in front of me. M'bara halted to my side. She laid a hand on my arm. 

"Do you like this?" M'bara asked in a normal voice but I heard the strain in it. She had picked this woman who stood two feet from me. 

I shrugged, keeping my eyes on the woman before me. "What do you think? Does it match her?"

The woman's eyes flicked to my side and then came back to me. "No. Too tight. Her tits are too big for that tight a dress. You need something to show your body off. You are stuffed into that dress like pork in a hot dog casing." 

She dressed the part of high society but she was not. In old days, society women would sniff at her and whisper, 'new money' as though that explained something. It might have. But here, now, no one was sniffing or if they were all they could smell were pheromones. 

"Take it off." I said. "Would you like to pick something out that might be more to your liking for her?"

The woman's head turned and she studied M'bara for a moment then she looked back at me. "My name is Laurel." She said, still belligerent. I took a moment to study her body, letting my eyes drift down, lingering at her waist and then at her breast. Laurel was statuesque, with broad shoulders and hips, and mighty breasts which dominated her torso and a narrow, elegant waist. "Her name is M'bara. She is from Africa." I said. 

"I hear that in her voice. Her musical accent is very . . . . " Laurel did not finish. "Yes. Ok. I'll find something for her." 

M'bara returned to the dressing room and the woman wandered away for a few minutes. She held up a brilliant red dress which would be horribly short. "That will make her look like a hooker," I said conversationally. 

"Isn't she?" The woman sneered.

"To the contrary. She is the sister of a business associate. He gave her to me for the week. To fuck anytime I like. Would you care to join us and watch me fuck her?" 

The woman actually spluttered. Laurel half coughed and moved the dress from her free hand so she could cover her mouth. When she looked back at me the disdain in her eyes was being seared away by curiosity and desire. But I was not entirely sure which of us she desired but then, on reflection, I was pretty sure it did not matter or at least, she did not care. We certainly didn't. 

"Well?" I prompted. Laurel stilled and stared, not moving or making a sound. "Run along. If you hurry you might catch her naked. If you like what you see, come back and I will give you a new suggestion."

Laurel turned away from me and walked into the dressing area, which, since we were on the women's floor, was only for women. A few minutes later Laurel returned. The first thing I noticed was her lipstick was smeared. Her tongue appeared and licked at her lips, like they were numb from getting a tooth capped. Her eyes were troubled. 

"Well? Did you see her naked?" I asked, sotto voce. 

"She had her bra on still." Laurel responded. Then her eyes became haunted and her gaze jerked over to mine. 

"Have you ever been close to another woman while she was being fucked?"

Laurel slowly shook her head. 

"Would you like to be?" I asked. 

The distant look in Laurel's eyes changed to one of intense focus. She was repeating what I just said after having been imagining M'bara naked, her huge breasts without the bra. She was so mesmerized by her own thoughts that she could not respond. She remained in that sort of social catatonia till M'bara arrived.

"I look like a Detroit nightclub singer from the 1960's." M'bara snorted. 

I turned to her and yes, she looked like something out of Laugh-In or the Nanny or Vegas. She turned slowly. I touched a finger to her thigh and ran it up under the dress. The hem rose a bit, then let my hand slip underneath. My hand rose while she turned back to face me. I turned my hand to cup her crotch. M'bara closed her eyes and sighed, sagging towards me, putting a hand on each shoulder and bowing her head against my chest as I caressed her pussy lips. I could smell her light perfume. I looked over at Laurel. Laurel was watching me as I massaged M'bara. M'bara did not move. No one could tell I was touching her. She shuddered. 

"Do you think she has panties on?" I asked in the same low voice. Laurel did not respond. "Do you want to know?"

For three seconds, Laurel did nothing. Then she blinked three times and nodded, just once. 

"Do you have plans for the evening? I asked. 

Laurel shook her head. 

"Come with us. We are going to have a light supper. Do you know a place where we can eat and perhaps dance?" Laurel nodded. M'bara did not buy the red dress. We walked out into the chilly parking lot with Laurel, all of us quiet. M'bara and I followed the woman for a while before realizing she had lost her car. We glanced at each other but said nothing. After five minutes or so she said 'here I am' in a timid voice which did not match her persona at all. 

She went to the driver's door and unlocked it with the key but did not open it. She had a fob in her hand but apparently ignored it. I walked up behind her and placed my hand on her waist. She had ample hips but a well-shaped ass. "Before we leave with you, there is a little test you must pass." 

"A test?" Laurel breathed around the word. 

"Can you kiss? If you are going to watch us copulate, we need to know that you can kiss, in case you decide to join us." 

Laurel turned her head and looked at me, shock in her eyes. "Join you?" She said vacantly. The imperious woman, filled with disdain and self-assurance was gone. "Join you, where?"

"On your bed. How long has it been since you fucked a woman?" 

Laurel licked her lips. "Three years. No, four. Yes, four."

"And a man?"

"My husband. Once a month on the tenth or the closest Saturday. He arranges everything. We go to a hotel and he pays me one thousand dollars to suck him off and then he takes me from behind. It is my monthly allowance." She was talking to no one, just letting the words dribble past her lips. "I am his whore." She looked at me then. "I fuck him for the money. The rest of the time, I do without." Her eyes became intense in the dying light of day. "Kiss me." She said. 

I did not hesitate but leaned in and touched my lips to hers. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head. Her lips opened and her tongue greeted me. She lifted a hand to my side and the other to my neck, caressing me. She kissed harder, sucking my tongue into her mouth then pressing hers deep into mine. She shuffled closer to me, pressing her body against me as she turned into me. My hands circled her, coming to rest on her voluptuous ass. I pulled her close, squeezing the breath out of her as I pressed her against my hardening cock. Her hands pulled at me, seizing me and drawing me into her hunger. 

Then it was done. I stepped back. I regarded her. She watched me, waiting, looking for some response. 

"So? Can she kiss?" M'bara asked from the other side of the car. I nodded and without another word got into the backseat, behind Laurel. Laurel drove us to a slick new steak house that had swing music issuing from the interior, a live band. She led us inside and when we were seated and ordered, cupped her hands and planted her chin on them; a most curious pose for a woman of her appearance. In the silence, I studied her, trying not to stare at the breasts she had beneath the jacket and blouse. I avoided her eyes. 

"Are you going to ask me to dance?" She asked at the beginning of the next song, something slow that could have been Nat King Cole, his era anyway, jazzy and mellow. I nodded and stood and guided her to the dance floor. 

She assumed a normal dance pose but I circled her waist with my arm and pulled her close. She whispered into my ear, "I have never done anything like this before." 

"Dance?" I asked, amazement in my voice.

"No." She said smiling then sobering as she searched for a word to express what she meant. She found only hesitant silence.

"I only want you to watch." I said. "I love fucking this woman and it makes her cum so hard when she knows someone is watching. A well-fucked woman is the sexiest beast on the planet." 

"I wouldn't know." Laurel said. She leaned back so she could look in my eyes. "Will you fuck me? Am I pretty enough to fuck?"

Somehow the mood had changed, the brittle woman was gone. In my arms stood a woman eager to lay down for me but afraid to hope that she would get to. I ignored her question. "Did you enjoy kissing her?" I asked.

"She kissed me." Laurel insisted. 

"Are you going to kiss her again?" I asked. The music stopped and I stepped back but made no move to return to the table. 

"Is she really yours? Not a whore?" Laurel asked. 

"I asked you a question." I returned. The music started and she stepped into my arms again. This time I clasped her ass firmly in one hand while I caressed her back with the other, letting my thumb touch the base of her breast under her arm each time I passed. 

"And I asked you one." She returned. 

I dropped her and walked way to the table and sat down. She followed. She looked angry when she sat down. I leaned forward and glared at her but spoke to M'bara. "So, M'bara, do you want this woman to fuck us or just watch us?" 

Laurel's anger blinked away and she glanced at M'bara. "She kisses good. I want to feel her lips on my pussy after you come in me." M'bara spoke in a low voice, throaty but full of promise. 

Laurel turned her eyes away from me, to M'bara. 

"Did she see you naked." I asked. 

"I had my bra on." 

"And she kissed you?"

"I kissed her." M'bara said. 

"Do you want her to kiss you again?" 

"Yes." M'bara said simply.

"Go to the women's room and kiss her. Remove her hose, panties and bra. The food should be here before you get back." M'bara stood up and stared down at Laurel. The woman looked up at her and then looked over at me. 

"See? It is easier just to answer my questions." I said with a curt smile. "If you want to see her get fucked, you need to let her have you in the restroom. Now you have to decide. If you had answered my question, you would have gotten to eat first. But, no." I stared at her. She met my gaze and then blinked, a hand rose to her neck as she looked down and a finger ran down the skin of her neck to the start of her cleavage. She nodded to herself. 

Laurel rose and followed M'bara through the throng. I watched and waited. The food arrived before they returned. I was eating when they appeared. I could clearly see Laurel's breasts through the sheer white blouse and open jacket, despite her arms crossed before her. The pose merely served to pull the fabric taut across her breasts and highlight the erect nipples visible right at the lines of the jacket's lapels. She sat down and began to eat. The hand holding her fork shook. 

M'bara put panties, hose and bra in my lap. The bitch. What was I going to do with them? The bra would not fit in my pocket. I left them on my knee while I ate. Each time M'bara glanced at me her eyes twinkled and she smiled just enough to let a flash of her perfect white teeth show between her ruby lips. 

When we stood to leave, I held the clothing out to Laurel. Her face blanched but she did not move. "Take it all." I said. Her hand extended and took it all from me and stuffed it into the side of her jacket. One cup of the bra hung down below her jacket. I led them outside. Away from the light at the entrance but not yet to the car I stopped and moved back to Laurel. I stopped her, bent and ripped the seam on the skirt all the way up her thigh to her hip. She stood quaking, her arms folded over her belly, clutching at the jacket. I kissed her on the lips. "I am going to fuck you against your car before we leave." I said softly. I stepped back and stared at her till she turned in search of her car. When we arrived, M'bara used the fob to open the doors. Somehow, she had gotten the keys from Laurel. M'bara immediately got into the backseat on the passenger's side. I placed my hands on Laurel's hips, moving one to the torn seam. I slipped that hand under the fabric and onto her warm skin. Laurel tried to turn but I did not let her. Instead, I began to bunch up the skirt till her legs were visible clear to her crotch. 

"Hold onto your skirt and lean against the car." I said softly. Laurel put both hands on the bunched skirt and tried to lean forward; it was an awkward pose. I opened my pants. I put a hand between her legs. I felt her asshole and without planning to do so, pressed a finger against it. Laurel grunted and bent completely onto the side of the car laying her cheek on the roof. Her ass protruded and she shuffled her feet wider. A moment later her ass opened and she pressed back till my finger was lodged in it. 

"Oh god." Laurel hissed. "Of fucking god." Then she grunted and pressed back at me harder. I met her motion and shoved my finger deep into her ass. I reached around her torso and grasped her breast with my other hand and pinched the nipple I pinched her nipple with finger and thumb as hard as I could through the slick material. It must have been silk. Laurel shrieked a short, shrill squeak and then she just moaned, "please fuck me." 

I swabbed her bare ass with my cock. I released her breast and withdrew my finger out of her back hole, wiping it on her skirt. She arched her back and I shoved my other finger into her pussy. Laurel swore again and jerked forward before pushing her cunt back onto my finger. I withdrew it from her body, directed my cock to her cunt and thrust into her, flattening her against the curve of the car. Laurel shivered and grunted then pushed back at me. My cock slipped further into her quivering body. She lifted a leg as though climbing the car which opened her and I slipped deeper into her cunt. I grasped her by the hips and began to drill into her with deep, regular strokes. Laurel moaned. To my right, the window began to descend and M'bara's face appeared even with Laurel's waist. Laurel was shivering as I fucked her. Her ass twitched back at me with short jerks, punctuated by a bitten grunt. Her arms were on the side of the car as I fucked her. She got her elbows bent and was able to bow her body, pressing her ass back into my assault, widening her stance so that I could piston deeply into her roiling cunt. 

"Oh god, I am coming." Laurel said and shuddered immediately into a subtle orgasm. In the midst of it, she began to twist and turn till she had dislodged me, delaying my own orgasm. Laurel turned before me. She put her hands on my chest and held me back. "You are supposed to fuck her. I am supposed to watch." 

"But you need it so badly." I said. Maybe I was speaking for myself at that precise moment rather than being considerate of Laurel's sexual frustration. 

Laurel bit a lip and nodded. "But you should fuck her. I want to see your cock sliding into her plush pussy. I want to hear her voice when she comes." Her hand fluttered at my chest and finally firmed up and pushed me back. "Where shall we go?"

"Our hotel." M'bara said from the car. She dangled keys from a finger. Laurel took the keys, pulled her ripped and rumpled skirt over her bare legs and got into the car. I got in the backseat without returning my cock to my pants. M'bara immediately bent over my lap and cleaned the juice from Laurel's cunt off my cock. She finished and kissed me deeply on the mouth and I tasted Laurel for myself. 

"She tastes good." M'bara whispered in my ear. I put my cock away and we rode to the hotel in silence both wanting our audience to be giving us her full attention both to driving and to us fucking but not dividing it between the two. We pulled up to the entrance. Laurel turned the car over to the valet who eyed her ripped and stained skirt, and the shapely leg which appeared in the slit when she walked away. The jacket was open and her breasts wavered beneath the shimmering blouse, clearly free. She followed us to the lift and thence to the room. The suite was fresh and clean, with flowers, a fragrant basket of fruit and both beds turned down. M'bara went into the bathroom and closed the door. 

Laurel came to me and kissed me. "She wants you to beat her. She told me she wants me to watch you beat her and then fuck her on her back." Laurel's voice quavered as she spoke. "Then she wants me to eat her."




A Fucking Investment Ch. 07



Chapter 7

Blond Ambition and Eve

Upon returning to my house in Holdingsfield, I found plenty to keep me busy. The profiles of the membership were constantly being updated. My tour of the country with M'bara demanded my full attention. Spending the spare time I had inventing ways to excite her and stimulate her had cut into my study time and now I was behind. So I studied the profiles, arranged the information looking for the 'right ' way in, the access I could use for each of the remaining women. We had to designate the next move and I thought I found one and then slept on it for several nights. Tuesday night, I got a call from Crowley, the old crow. I had sent him a quick thought about setting up an escort service and he had concurred that the idea had merit. I gave him the new order of business which set his agenda for the next few weeks. But he is proactive, a good employee. 

"Boss, I have had several inquiries about your escort service, the Prince is, shall we say, talkative? These people are serious. One of them was a woman who shall remain nameless whose son is turning eighteen and she wants get him a proper birthday present. She thinks a blond and a black woman would be just the thing. Several men are asking for a travel companion while they are in the country doing business and I have two or three politicians asking for discreet weekends." Crowley laughed, his voice scraping out of him like the complaint of twisting metal. "Think of what happens when we advertise!" 

I dismissed that idea because I wanted it to be discreet. "Foil," I said, "the discreet feat."

Crowley was silent for a moment, then he said, "Foil. Touché, the discreet feat." He rumbled. 

He knew what I was saying, we had a simpatico about things like this; we needed a name, a label under which to operate. I immediately liked it. "I'll think about it." I said. Liza had said something about an escort service and I had been pondering her comment. It was the conclusion she jumped to and she may not be the first or the last. The fact was that having all these women working off their debt with only me would likely kill me. I simply could not be the only prick in the picture. On the other hand, could I get them to agree to work their debts off with other people? I could not manage them myself and I certainly could not have Crowley or indeed anyone from my company do it or the cat would be out of the bag and I would never find out who the Chair of the board was.  

Then Liza called; she and Valerie wanted to come over and 'settle up' as she said it. So they arrived that Thursday morning and we sat down and they presented me with their fuck diaries, running accounts of each 'billable sex act' they had performed and the value they assigned to each, individually and together. 

The accounting was quite impressive and by the time we were well into it, I figured I would be giving them more credit before they left. Never was accounting so interesting as when you are forced to count billable blow jobs and if the groping of pussy and ass by three men in an elevator was billable or just fringe benefits. Liza was surprisingly organized and between them, they had a total of about eighteen thousand dollars in sexual favors itemized to bill to the Prince. I found nothing to quibble about. I doubted he would. He bragged about a fifty thousand dollar fuck so our rates were more than competitive. 

When we finished, I sat in thought, wondering about how to manage the situation, how to broach the idea of an escort service with these women and their roles in such service. 

"Mr. Gale," Liza began and then stopped. "Look, I have been thinking about what you are doing and it is great but, Mr. Gale, I do not want to insult you but you are never going to be able to collect on these contracts if you do it all yourself. Twenty-women? All laying down for you and trying to work off their debt one blowjob at a time? It is impossible. You are great but not that great."

I started to respond but Liza held up her hand. 

"Val and I were talking and frankly, we had a great time with the Prince, once you got him straightened out. He wants people to think he is really kinky but what he wants is to see his friends having fun. He gave us to his friends and several of the guys . . . "

" . . . and gals." Val interjected.

" . . . who worked for him. He was always trying to get us to eat the waitresses that served us food at the restaurants—as the tip, you understand. But that is beside the point. He likes things, perhaps a little darker but he was very respectful after you settled things for him and was very content with us." She blushed. "He even gave us some 'walking around money'." Liza glanced at Val and they nodded together. "Three thousand each." She said. 

I extended my hand. "That money is mine." I said softly. 

Liza blushed more deeply and Val joined her. "It's gone." She whispered. "We took an afternoon and went shopping. My gawd it had been a long time since I just splurged on myself like that! It was wonderful and when we got back, the Prince tore off our clothing and fucked us both because we looked so good!"

I shrugged. "Add it to your balances." I said firmly. 

"But it was ours! Our tips!" Val protested softly. 

Liza held up her hand. "No. He is right. Our bodies are his and he should be paid for letting us have what we had." 

Val pouted a little. 

"Half." I relented. "We split such proceeds evenly." I wanted to shrug and write it all off but I had learned that generosity in business leads to profligate liberality and an unrestrained sense of entitlement—give a little and they take a lot. Rules define the cost of employees and this was no exception. But this was more than an employer-employee relationship. Half seemed workable. 

Both nodded.

"But that is not what I wanted to talk to you about, Mr. Gale. You are fabulous but you will never get your value from us if you have to collect it all yourself unless you raise these values. I calculated that it could take you fifteen years if you had one of us each night use this rate schedule even though the week with the Prince rather accelerated the process. I do not think anyone is going to want to be on the hook for fifteen years. So Val and I were talking and we think you should do this for all of us. You know, organize it. With your connections, I bet we could make your investment back in a hurry! I could manage it for you because you are going to need to continue recruiting. If you bring us the appointments, Val and I could take care of everything for you!" Liza rattled this out in a rush, barely taking a breath. 

Both women stared at me, tension evident on their faces. 

I was shocked. This seemed so impossibly easy, it had to be a mirage. I must be dreaming, I thought. For a moment, I was suspicious; my idea was coming out of their mouths. Not really, though because I actually heard the idea from Liza before, so this was just a follow up to her initial suspicions. But then I remembered the basic tenet of sales, always take 'yes' for an answer and quit talking. Till that moment, I had not really considered selling these women seriously. But the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. "No drugs. No violence. Just basic sex, a good time; we are not catering to anyone's anything except the lack of mind blowing sex. I will let customers know that orgasms are required to have a return engagement. If they do not win your accolades, they get no call back. You know, don't call us, we'll call you? A call service but backwards to the norm. We only want those who give and seek the best." 

The two women nodded soberly. "We could have clients fill out surveys and we could do the same. Clients with a high enough grade could be retained." Val said thoughtfully. "I can do that. Simple spread sheets to keep track."

"No exchange of money. That is illegal. We'll, you'll find a way to add-bill them. Everyone wins." I added. I was going to need a business setup to run the cash through. Sharon could handle that and fit it into the real estate acquisition. 

"Consulting fees." Val added. 

"We need a name." I hesitated, reluctant to suggest that I had already been thinking about precisely this. "How about 'Foil! Touché, the discreet feat.' What do you think?" 

Val and Liza glanced at each other. "Shit, Mr. Gale, that is much better than ours." 

"What was your idea?" I asked.

"Trick and treat, the Halloween escort service."

"Too seasonal," Liza said. "I like that, Foil!"

Val sighed. "Fine, what is a foil!" 

Liza beamed. "It is a sword but a very bendable, flexible sword. It has a great deal of élan with it. Very sophisticated."

"You mean like Zorro uses? I am not sure you want to advertise sex for hire with 'bendable' and 'flexible' associated with the idea, do you?"

I shrugged. "The people I will be sending you are not likely to be concerned about such things. You all will be arm-candy who put out and who do not look like it. The problem with most hookers is that they look like hookers. This will allow people to find the right woman for the occasion."

"But we can fulfill some fantasies, right?" Val asked. "That is part of the appeal, right?"

Liza and I both nodded. "I think we take their requests and send them a surprise. Picking a woman is too tawdry for most people of the type I think we would appeal to." Both women nodded soberly. I was thinking about taking them to the bedroom when the phone rang. I answered it and my plans changed. 

"This is Eve." 

"Hello Eve." Valerie and Liza both looked up at me, raising their eyebrows. 

"Where have you been? I have called every day and gotten no answer." 

"I went to sleep, that is where I have been. I had a very tiring but productive trip." 

"Well, I need you." Eve said, a sharpness in her voice. 

"Glad to hear it. I am happy to accommodate you. Where and when." 

Eve snapped her lips. "I am not offering myself to you. You agreed to serve as my surrogate husband. Remember?"

"Yes." I didn't remember but now I did. "Shallow, right?"

"Yes. She has been here three days and insists on staying till you get home. Can I tell her you'll be home tonight and we can have dinner?"

"You mean when your husband gets home?" 

"Of course that's what I mean." Eve was positively snappish. While I think she hoped that she could use me as wealthy people are in the habit of using the less fortunate, I think somewhere in her baser consciousness, she feared that she may be toying with something more than a pliable cock which is a bad expression. "We could meet you at the Astoria Steak Emporium tonight. Would you be available?" 

I watched Liza and Val sitting at the table and mentally shrugged. They seemed comfortable with their positions, that is, working off their debts on their backs so there was no hurry about fucking either of them. I liked variety but familiarity breeds contempt. Foil could wait. "Sure. What time?"

"Seven." 

The phone went dead in my hand. I hung up and returned to the table. "I have an appointment I must get ready for. " I said. "I do want to find out what you all learned from the Prince but I am afraid I must get ready. I want to work out and shower before I go." I did not mention I did not want to be fucked out before I reported for unfaithful husband duty. 

Val held up a hand. "Before we go, we need to clarify something. Liza keeps fucking my husband."

"He keeps asking me too."

"Yeah, no doubt, but you are expecting to move that off your account and add it onto mine, right?" Val pressed. 

Liza blushed a little and shrugged. "Well . . . "

"No dice." I said. "Liza, your ass is mine. If you are fucking around without my say so, it goes on your account, in detail. If it is with tiny Ted, then it goes on Val's account as well. Anytime he fucks any of my women, it goes on your account, Val. Do you understand?"

Val nodded. 

"And you, Liza. If you fuck anyone, it goes on your account as sport fucking which means you are giving away what is mine which means you owe me for that. If I request that you fuck someone, as I did that one time with Ted, then it comes off your account. But if you do it for him or on your own, it is a credit to your account. Any questions?" I knew I could not enforce this code, it would be the honor system but the idea had merit, even if it was up to them to 'fess up. 

Both women shook their heads. They packed up laptops and left. I did work out but not hard, just enough to put a swell in my muscles since I expected I would be using them that night. I arrived about 20 minutes late, by design and parked my own car. I wanted the women settled and past their first drink. When I spied Eve, I could see she needed more than one drink. Her face was set and tense, slightly bowed so that she looked at the world through her eyebrows, which made her look both formidable and brooding. 

Everything the woman she sat with about the woman said sex or 'fuck me and I will fuck you'. There was no back down in her blue eyes. Her pale blond hair hung straight and long. She was fetching, with translucent white skin, completely clear and smooth. Her lips were rich and lush and she smiled as I approached, watching me even when she did not yet know me, a knowing look in her eyes. It said 'I know you want me,' without any suggestion that I could have her. She wore a sparsely cut pink dress with white embroidery, sleeveless and with a low neckline revealing her fine, porcelain breasts nearly to the nipples, showing skin to just below her belly button so that the skin was visible from her neck all the way down. A small gold chain held the two sides together. The front was straight, molded and held away from her body by apparently very, firm, quite formidable breasts. She looked like a heroine—or villain—out of a comic book. Her shoulders where small and narrow or perhaps her large breasts made them look that way. She had a small nose and high cheeks. Her neck was long and aquiline, graceful in line and curve. 

I arrived at the table and stood still and silent for too long before the brooding Eve noticed me. She smiled a frosty smile and said, "Here he is. John, this is my dearest friend from University, Paula Imperial." 

Paula extended a hand and I took it, thinking of kissing it but then demurred and shook it. Her hand was small, delicate. She moved slowly, with an unhurried grace that was . . . imperious. She had noblesse oblige oozing from her pores with the emphasis more on her nobility and less on her obligation. 

"Enchanted, John," Paula said. "But call me Shallow. Everyone does." 

I nodded. "Very well, Swallow it is." I sat down. 

Eve was glaring at me. "Not 'swallow', John. Shallow." 

I cocked my head. "Ah, yes, of course. Shallow. But it could be 'swallow', right?" I grinned but neither woman shared the fun. I felt like I had just farted at a funeral. They both had that manner, that way of looking at you which was a mixture of Olympics gymnastics judge and entomologist. I was a rare oriental wasp about to be pinned. Nobody trusts a giggly Olympics judge, hence the saying 'sober as a judge.' 

"Have you girls ordered?" I asked and the evening began. Both drank heavily and I paced myself, wondering at the clear animosity which clung to the occasion like a cloying perfume, so thick that it choked normal discourse in favor of getting a good, deep breath. Midway through the entrée, Eve's phone rang and she answered it to discover that a dear friend's daughter had overdosed and was in danger of death at the local hospital. Her friend needed a ride to the hospital. 

"Do you want me to drive you?" I asked, which I thought was perfectly natural for a loving husband to do. 

Eve shot me daggers. "No. John, you know how Natalie hates you. Your presence would just make things worse. Shallow, darling, I am so sorry. I really must go. I will call you in the morning. John can drive you back to the hotel. John, darling, please walk me out." 

I did so. Outside at the valet stand, waiting for her car, Eve took me by the arm and leaned close, wavering. She had drunk too much to drive but as her unfaithful husband, that was not my problem. "That woman is insufferable. She is out to seduce us both. She made me go down on her yesterday and then she got to me this afternoon. Now she wants you. Be careful. I think there is something else in her twisted little mind." The car arrived. Eve presented me her lips and I kissed her, hard. She sighed into my mouth while the wine fumes wafted into my nostrils from hers. Her mouth opened and she groaned as I pressed my advantage, her body molding against mine like a new lover. She broke the kiss but only after keeping the valet waiting for a good minute. She regarded me with her serious blue eyes and then winked at me. "Go get her, Tiger. And thank you." She squeezed my hand. I held on for a moment. "Fuck her. Fuck her good!" Eve hissed and was gone. 

I stood and watched her drive away. She did not hit a light post so it was a good start at any rate. I returned to the table, looking back and seeing clearly that Swallow, er Shallow could have seen us at the valet station. Good thing we kissed like we did if the charade was to actually work. I had doubts. 

Shallow was done eating and propped her proper chin on her hand and watched me as I finished my meal. "I gather my dear friend Eve has discussed the details of our past acquaintance?"

"You mean your penchant for fucking everyone else's boyfriends because you were a repressed dyke?" 

Her ruby red lips made a little 'oh' and her eyes twinkled. I could see the game change in her eyes. I was not going to be some blushing school boy, lured into the spider's web or a lustful, wayward husband struggling to remain true. The measuring predatory look morphed into something which could have been actual interest. I thought a good rogering was just what the woman needed and that meant we had to establish right from the beginning who was mounting whom. 

"She said I was a dyke?" Shallow asked.

I shrugged. "No. I extrapolated. You do not fuck for fun. You fuck for friction. I bet there is nothing you like better than kissing the wife of a man you just fucked, knowing you just had his cock stuffed in your mouth." 

The woman actually colored. Her pale skin turned a cozy pink but her eyes were not embarrassed, they were dark and set, like pinholes, the natural blue darkened. If her irises got any smaller her eyes would have been all white. She did not speak. She bowed her head and then looked up at me. The color was gone and she was smiling, still a bit thinly but still a smile and her eyes had relaxed into a more human appearance. "I do give good head. Care to try?"

"Try? You mean you are still practicing?" 

Her eyes contracted again.

I chuckled deep in my chest. "I have Eve, the best little cocksucker in the land. Why would I put my cock in the mouth of a woman who has gargled more chlorine than an Olympic diver? And second best at that." 

The woman colored again. This time she bowed her head and was quiet for several minutes. The waiter came and I ordered a decadent chocolate desert. When it came and the waiter had gone, Paula looked like she was going to say something but I forestalled her, lying my hand on the table. "Listen, girl, we know all about your proclivities. You fuck the husbands of your friends, just to see if you can or to humiliate them or to see if they will take a gun and put you out of your depressed misery. I do not care why. What I care about is one simple thing. Can you fuck and is there something I can offer you that will make you come more than you have ever come." I took a bite of the flourless tort. It was great! "Paula, I am not interested in bullshitting you or Eve. This is a set up. Nat's daughter would never be so stupid as to overdose on coke and if she did, she would call Edwin and not Natalie. She is sending me back to your hotel with you with the expectation that I am going to fuck you. We'll see. I only fuck people who can kiss me and make my toes curl. Bad kisser, you can take your left hand to bed and let that be enough. Now, are you going to drop the routine and be a woman? Or are you going to keep the hooker act going and see how far it gets you?"




A Fucking Investment Ch. 07



"Hooker act? How dare you!" Shallow's face rippled as an additional thought passed through her mind, "and I am right handed." She added calmly, as a sign she was indeed in control and in control of herself. 

I could not tell if she was more upset that I had suggested she was a hooker or because I was not impressed with her act. I doubt she knew which either, perhaps both. 

"So do you fuck around on little Evie a lot, John?" 

This woman was good, back on the offensive without missing a beat. 

"You are getting a little personal, aren't you?" Just the right amount of 'defensive' to get her that superior feeling again. She did smile, a supercilious smile which straightened her shoulders and raised her chin just that bit just before she ran a finger up between her breasts. The game was on. 

"You are going to fuck me, right? How personal is that?"

I shrugged. "With you, rather like boarding a commuter train, I would imagine." Swallow's face scrunched into a scowl. I called for the check to stave off the gush of imprecations she had all lined up to deliver in the most elegant and cutting fashion. Then I walked out of the back exit of the restaurant to the elevator that gave access to the parking garage. I neither acknowledged her nor offered her my arm. She clacked along behind me, trying to keep up. The swing door slammed shut behind her and I turned and had hold of her so fast she shrieked. I kissed her, hard. Her lips were stiff, unmoving but I kissed them anyway, holding her by the shoulders. I dropped the kiss and stepped back. 

"You don't kiss worth a shit." I said. 

"No." She said. "Wait. Give me another chance. You surprised me."

I glared at her. "You come here with the stated objective of fucking not just me but Eve, too and you want some consideration? What sort of sociopath are you?"

Finally, the Barbie doll face cracked and she backed up from me. A tear appeared at the corner of one eye as she clasped her tiny little white purse to her huge visible breasts, folding them in around it like a collapsing umbrella in hurricane. "She told you?" Paula whispered.

"That you ate her cunt and then got her to eat yours?" I got it backwards intentionally—she never went first, I suspected. "Yes. And fuck you. Damn you! You do not know what you have done! Eve swore to me, no more women! She had stuck to it till now. And you waltz in here and fuck up the situation. Thanks. Now she wants me to fuck you to balance out the deal. For all I know she going to go down on Natalie as thanks for the phone call and then the whole deal starts all over again! Women calling all the time, glaring at me when they leave because they think I am competition or Eve will be complaining that she cannot have her cunt full of come when Mildred the dyke eats her. This is all your fucking fault! Fuck me!" I turned angrily and punched the call button for the elevator. 

I stood facing the elevator, diluting the synthesized adrenaline coursing through my veins with stillness and deep breathing, wondering if she was going to buy the 'I hate having a bi-sexual wife' routine. Shallow clicked up behind me and laid a hand on my shoulder. "I am sorry. In college it was not just a pointless game. I fucked them all and they all knew it. It was a test to see if their new beau was honest with them. Those who confessed were keepers. Those who hid it needed work and those who called me for another bout of shallow sex with Shallow got the boot. I provided a screening service we all needed." 

The elevator arrived and I let the door close without moving. She was a narcissist, never thinking to ask about Eve's supposed lesbian addiction. It made no difference to her. 

"We were a group of all society girls, young women who had a family fortune stuffed up our skirts and every man we met knew it. We looked the part and acted the part and most of us were not actresses. Few could dress down and fuck a stranger for the sport of it and fool anyone. And besides that is so tawdry, it insults a girl's self-image. So we played the dating game or the Virginia Reel and reel them in." 

I hit the button again and the door opened but I did not mount the car. 

"No one saw us as women, girls to get to know or simple attractions to act on. When they looked at us we were either a pathway to riches, opportunity or a trophy they could bang and then brag about. I shamed them into silence for everyone else. I formed a no man's land where the other girls could watch and judge without putting their own reputation on the line. Until their new beau fucked Shallow, no nookie was offered." The elevator door closed.

"I was the litmus test and not a few of them would sit down with me and grill me about what he liked, what he was like, what he was good at, if he was hung, if I thought he was right for them. In practice, I kept them all safe till they could figure out how to keep their own panties on. The group before us, at Victoria Prep, nine out of sixteen heiresses had abortions before they graduated, most before they were sixteen and several had two. Two of them committed suicide in college. In my group, they are all happily, well, comfortably married. I think Eve and you are happy but not doing so well, if I gauge the situation correctly." Shallow stopped talking. 

I was impressed. She was clearly a highly intelligent woman. While I longed to just fuck her good, do her in the ass and call it good, I thought I owed Evie something more. Something that would buy more something, more than a simple kiss from her as the favor she owed me. But I felt sorry for Shallow. I'm such a sap!

"So. Are you married? Eve never discussed your love life." The elevator door closed again.

Now tears did come to the woman's eyes and she shook her head. I was even tempted to believe they were real. They welled up and a big fat one tracked down one cheek. It was impressive! Such training, such command of her tear ducts! I was not buying it. I hit the elevator button again and the door opened, which indicated low demand. I stepped inside and Paula followed me but stood facing me. Neither of us selected a floor. 

"Tell me something you have not done that you would like to do." I said. 

"Walk on the Great Wall of China."

I smiled and shook my head. "No, I mean sexually. What is there that you have not tried that you think you might like? You always have to do all the work; this time, let me give you something you love, something that you dream of."

For an instant, I saw the calculation in her eyes and I knew I was right to be suspicious of such easy tears, no matter how much sense they made emotionally and the subtle intentions Eve feared. This woman was not a normal woman. For a moment, that thought scared me and I wondered if I was playing a game with no good ending for me. I confess, the thought gave me a bit of a thrill and increased the growing erection in my pants. 

"I have never had someone watch me while I was fucking, being fucked." She said seriously. Her eyes did not waver. This woman had been manipulating for so long, she simply did not know how to stop. If she did, she might turn to dust and blow away. 

"Does it matter who sees you? Us." I amended. 

Paula's eyes widened for a moment. "Give me another chance. I want to curl your toes if I am able. Kissing you, I mean." 

I regarded her for a moment but she was fully in character now, feeling in control of the situation once again; back on script. "Give me your panties." I said. This could be a losing gambit if she was not wearing any. I wasn't sure which to hope for. Both had great potential. What this woman must think of Eve, married to a John like me! I smiled into the silence which followed my demand. I think it must have made me seem challenging or arrogant because Paula immediately reached under her dress which only came to mid-thigh and skinned her pretty pink bikini panties down her beautiful legs. She did have perfect legs. Everything about this woman was perfect, skin, proportions, ass—which I had been able to examine by then—tits, lips . . . she had it all. My initial impression had been right on, 'fuck me and I will fuck you' was this woman all over. Paula stepped out of her panties and unhooked them from her lifted ankle and held them out to me. 

I looked at them for a minute, a bit disappointed. Had she been commando, I was going to unzip my pants and invite her inviting mouth to suck my dick. The idea of her on her knees in this dingy elevator when the door could open at any time had been attractive. My first idea had been to take her panties and give her the chance to kiss me again as she wanted but giving this woman a chance seemed like giving a shark the chance to lick your finger; a good way to lose your arm, IF you were lucky. 

So I took the panties, stuffed them in my pocket. Then, while she watched, unzipped my pants and fished my pliable cock out of them, holding it with one hand. Paula stared at my cock and looked up at me, involuntarily shaking her head, like she could not believe I had done that. 

"I have been gone a while. I need a quick one." I said softly. She glanced at the floor selection buttons, gauging the risk. She knelt, moved my hand away from my cock, taking it in her hands and massaged its girth and weight for a moment. She lifted the head and licked it. Then she kissed it. Looking down on this gorgeous blond woman with the dark red lips addressing my cock on her knees in an elevator got to me. Like a jolt of electricity, I started feeling her ministrations and my cock twitched in her hands. She sucked on the end and let it slip further into her mouth. Her tongue entered the fray, lashing the head of my dick and swabbing it while she sucked at it. It swelled and stiffened. She sucked harder, encouraged. It straightened and she let it poke into her cheek which bulged as she pressed her head onto the cock at the wrong angle. She adjusted her head and the cock flexed into a full upright position. Paula blew through her nose and sank her mouth about half way down my cock. I felt the head hit the back of her throat. She blew again, sounding for all the world like a horse snorting. 

I bent over her and put each hand down her gaping dress finding her breasts bare inside the nearly rigid front, impressively supported internally without benefit of bra or wire. The golden chain broke. I found the nipples and pinched them gently. Paula snorted again and pressed her head further down onto my towering cock. I pinched her nipples harder and she groaned deep in her throat, deeper than the head of my cock had yet descended so the sound vibrated pleasingly around me. I cupped her hanging breasts, pushing them inwards so they escaped the little restraint and support the pink dress provided. I then pulled them upwards, squeezing them both very hard. My cock went completely into the woman's pulsating throat. She swallowed around it, showing her talent and control. She blew and again and I felt her hot, blistering breath wafting through my unruly pubic hair. She inhaled again, sucking at my entire cock again. She swallowed, blew again and backed off till only my cock head was clutched in her lips. Her mouth massaged my cock, like she was sucking at a mother's nipple, pulling with her lips and leaving a smear of red lipstick on the upper side of my cock, which had gone white from the intense sucking but soon turned so scarlet the smear of her lipstick disappeared. 

Paula's eyes were on me. I had withdrawn my hands from her dress and had one on the back of her head. For a moment, I thought about cocking her throat again but hesitated. Like a flash of lightning the desire to be inside her body struck me, at the other end of her body. 

"Stand up, Paula." I croaked. My voice was raspy, harsh, insistent. Paula gave my wondrously hard cock one last suck and then stood up. She began to put my cock away and I was encouraged. She did not expect it when I spun her around, and lifted the stiff skirt folding it up onto her back. I grasped her by the hips and probed her ass with my cock. I opened my pants and let them drop to my ankles. Her hands automatically went to the wall of the elevator and her head cradled against her arms. I grasped my cock and used a finger to search for her hole. I touched her lips, finding them damp and bulging. I fit the tip my finger into her entrance, feeling around until I was sure I had the hole opened a bit. I moved the head of my cock to her pussy and pushed. 

"Oh god!" Paula whispered. "Oh sweet god!"

I pulled back but her hips followed me so I reversed direction and surged back down her love channel. She actually shuddered as I entered her. Her pussy resisted for a few strokes, I encountered her tight band and backed up, massaging her outer lips with my cock while I steadied her with my other hand. Finally, I felt her inner acceptance, that relaxing release and my cock shifted deeper for the first time. "Christ you are tight, Paula. What a fine cunt you are." I hissed.

Paula grunted in response. My cock flowed deeper into her body but not all the way. 

For the first time, I discovered what a small woman she actually was. Her legs were long but she was short, with a short torso and a small set of hips which made her waist low and created the illusion of height when the reality was simply perfect proportions. I only had to bend my knees a bit to get my cock perfectly lined up. Then I put hands on her hips and began to stroke my cock into her. She wavered back and forth before me as we separated and then slammed together. Her pussy sloshed with liquid as I fucked her and soon it was running down my legs and hers. I bowed over her and grasped her breasts, again filling each hand barely but proportioned perfectly to appear larger than life. I grasped them and began to fuck into her body while pulling at them. Her dress was pulled back over her shoulders which arched to help my reach. Paula moaned and then her ass began to shake and quiver. 

"Christ, fuck me. I am coming!" she muttered. At that moment, the car lurched into motion descending. I pulled out of her cunt, pulled up my pants and put my cock away. She pushed herself upright and righted her dress, tucking both breasts back into place. She staggered back to me, leaning on me like she was drunk, which, I suppose she was; pussy drunk or cock drunk, if you like. I put a hand around her to steady her. She shifted her purse to the left hand and cupped my tented cock, moving it up and over so that it lay more naturally inside my pants, forming a distinct crease, almost like the Nike swoop. I leaned over and kissed her, finding her lips expressive and open, her tongue sensuous and tentative, while she probed my mouth and I painted the roof of her mouth, making her shudder in my grasp. We were still kissing when the doors opened. Her hand lay lightly along the side of my face, a curiously tender gesture. Two couples were waiting and stared at us till we noticed and one of the guys blocked the closing door. They stood aside as we staggered out. They entered the elevator with odd looks on their faces, perhaps smelling the cloying scent of aroused cunt that filled the lift. They entered the car and the doors closed. I pulled the woman into my arms and kissed her hard. With one hand I circled her shoulders and the other snaked underneath her dress and cupped her perfect little ass. She lunged against me, plastering her pussy against my leg as I kissed her, moaning into my open mouth. 

When we broke the kiss, she said, "coitus interruptus. Dammit I was having a good one." 

"Come with me." I took her by the elbow and went in search of my car. I had parked in a remote corner myself rather than use the valet service. When we arrived, I opened her door but stopped her from getting in, taking her purse and dropping it on the seat. I turned her around found the hook and zipper under one arm and loosened her dress. The moment I tugged at it her arms rose like she was doing that wave at Wimbledon, decorous but participating. I pulled it off of her. I tossed the dress onto her seat and pulled her into my arms. Her naked body shivered in the outdoor air. The sound of a car nearby disturbed our kiss. I turned so that she was shielded by my body when the headlights flashed over us from someplace deeper in the garage. When the ticking, clicking silence of the place returned, backed up by the sounds of the city traffic beyond its bleak, concrete abutments, I pulled her to the back of the car and turned her to face the trunk. She lay down on the boot, hoisting her ass which was soon possessed by my hard cock. I found her weeping entrance and shoved the steel probe home. She bleated for a moment and then, hunched back at me. She stretched her hands out before her like she was making a bowing prayer of some sort and arched her body a bit so her breasts were brushing the cool metal of the Caddy. 

My cock rooted deeply in her pussy and I adjusted, trying to keep my pants from dropping off my ass till I gave up and let them fall. I began to hammer Paula from behind, while she muttered and moaned on the trunk of the red Caddy. I took firm hold of her hips and lifted her feet off the ground and then pulled her back onto my cock, with my legs straight. She dangled in the air, her feet off the ground, a cock firmly entrenched in her spasming cunt. Paula came as I hit bottom, grunting with passion but nearly helpless in that position. Since most of her weight remained on the car, I could move her ass around on my cock fairly easily and I did, changing angles. Her tits scrapped on the metal with a discreet little squeak as I shifted her body around on my cock. She finally lifted her legs and hooked them on my back in an awkward configuration but one that gave her enough leverage to pull me into her pussy with short, quick jerks of her legs which began a crescendoing rhythm. I tried to match it but she was screaming through gritted teeth and clinched lips so she did not echo into the garage. I fucked her hard and fast and then I was coming. The reason I had stripped her, I wanted to come. She must have been coming the whole time because her body bucked against me when I stopped stroking into her cunt, bucked and twisted while she whistled and wheezed through the orgasm possessing her, successfully remaining fairly, discretely quiet. 

I lay over her for a few moments, waiting for my heart to slow down so I could stand up without fainting. I did. She dropped her legs, probing for the ground. I panted, backing away. I pulled up my pants just as the car rounded the corner, the lights playing over her glistening white, naked body. She immediately rolled over, waved and smiled while cupping one gigantic breast with her other hand, legs wide. The car passed. She slid off the trunk and clicked over to the door and got into the car. I got in the other side. 

I sat there for a while doing nothing, maybe waiting for my vision to clear to return to normal so I could drive. Fuck drunk could cause accidents as well as drunk drunk would but it was more difficult to test for and would not get your license lifted. Still, I waited, as a matter of public safety. 

"Fuck me that was great." Paula said. "You asked if there was something I really wanted to try that I had not gotten to do, before. There is."

I lifted my head and looked at her. "Oh?" 

Paula was nude, sitting in my car, likely dribbling our cum all over her dress, which she was sitting on. Her breasts glistened with sweat, drying in the cool air, the nipples were prominent in the middle of the brown-red patches. Her hands lay on her bare legs. She looked at me. "Yes. There is something I always wanted to try but never got the chance." 

Lights flickered behind us and for a moment I could see her eyes and I knew something was coming. The little bitch was not satisfied yet. There was something more. I had felt it all along and here it came. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 07



"Yes, I fucked everyone's boyfriends and now, everyone's husband. I guess once my therapist and I figured out what college was all about, I figured they owed me a crack at their comfortable little hubbies. You would be surprised how few of them made an issue of it. I never asked, I just took and maybe that was wrong but they let me ruin myself and took their benefit without ever giving me anything in return." She harrumphed, "except maybe contempt. I got plenty of that. Now, I cannot devote myself to any one person. I fucked all the guys they were curious about. Several of them sent me on a cock hunt just to see if I would or to get intel on the guy. It was amusing to watch Swallow, er, Shallow bag another cock. I was doing force recon for cocks." She smiled crookedly. "Yes, I play computer games, online and I am damn good." 

Paula bowed her head then. Act or true isolation, loneliness or regret, with her I could not tell. 

"I was ruined and they benefitted. They owed me." She sounded vehement which struck me as odd, but the rationalizations of a sociopath will always seem sensible till you stop and think about them. They would always be fascinating and sometimes intoxicating. I, however, was prepared. I knew as Eve did not know that there was something more this woman desired and would continue to pursue till she got it. We, I had to find out or she would not be satisfied. I resolved to satisfy Shallow so she would leave Eve and John alone. I am such a humanitarian! I amaze myself, sometimes. 

"You were right. I loved the idea of fucking both sides of a couple. While they all complained about me fucking their boyfriends, not one of them ever made a peep about me eating their cunts. Never. And most of them would return the favor as a matter of course. I do not know how many of them were pussy diving when I was not around but they all tried it one time or another with me. All of them! Several of them fed me fresh fucked pussy. Usually I could recognize the taste and smell of the spunk oozing of the them because I had drank from the source myself. I even managed to get a few of them to eat the spunk of their man or someone else's man out of me. That all turned me on, incredibly, and I always came like a freight train. But every time I fucked the guy, I would look around for them, imagining that they were watching. I just thought I felt guilty and was worried about getting caught but in fact, I learned later, I actually wanted their approval. I wanted each of them to watch me fucking their man."

"And join in?" I prompted. 

Paula shook her head. "No. Not so much. Although I would not kick any of those girls out of bed for eating crackers. I just wanted them to approve of me fucking their men for them. I wanted their approval. The best would be for them to invite me to come fuck their man, you know, as a gift to show their love to their man. I wanted to be that gift. No one is ever going to do that." 

"You want them to acknowledge that you are better in bed than they are." I said, before I could stop myself. Revelation is good for therapy and theater but it is not renowned for creating an atmosphere for excellent sex. I feared I had blown it. I thought I knew where she was heading and everything fit. I chortled inside myself, for once, I thought I was ahead of this blond vixen, if I could keep my fucking mouth shut. 

Paula stared at me and then shook her head. "Could that be it? I just want all those women to admit that I am better at being a woman than they are? That if everyone faced up to the truth, I am sexier, more beautiful, more perfect in every way than they are and so their men settled for second best when they passed on me?" Paula stared out the windshield for a few moments and I feared, still and again, that I had lost her. But she rallied. 

"I will have to think about that." She turned to look at me, got moment, I thought I glimpsed gratitude in her eyes but I was likely just hallucinating. "I just want Eve to watch you fuck me. I want her to see me coming with your cock stabbed into my cunt and my legs wrapped around your back. I want her to see you enjoying my perfect body and I want her to smile and let you have me. That is the perfect fantasy." 

I started the car. "Get dressed." I said. She slipped the dress over her shoulders and into place, not bothering to zip it up or wipe at the big stain blotched on the side of the skirt. Everything was clear to me. It was almost too perfect. And I could afford to be leisurely and indifferent to the outcome. I actually felt good about what I was about to do. I paid the parking and got out onto the street headed towards Paula's hotel. I fit my Bluetooth into my ear and said 'Eve' which I had programmed into the system on the way over. I had anticipated taking Shallow back to the hotel but not what I now had in mind. 

The phone rang and Eve answered. "Hello." 

"Where are you?" I asked. 

There was a long silence during which the traffic light changed. "On my way home." Eve said, her voice tense, guarded. "She is in a coma and her mother had to be sedated so there is nothing left to do at the hospital." 

The liar. She was going to deserve this. "Listen, the hotel had a pipe break above Shallow's room and it has been flooded, they just called. They do not have any more rooms. Rather than force her to chase around and find someplace else to stay, I offered to let her stay at our house. She insisted I should call you before we decided what to do." Paula was staring at me. 

"She is with you now?" Eve asked. 

"That's right." I returned. 

"I see. Your idea or hers." 

"What do you think?"

That stopped her. She thought out loud. "If you did not offer, it would look suspicious. But that means you have to stay the night in my room or she is bound to notice. That makes it sound like your idea. I am not going to fuck you, Josh. I already told you." 

"Of course. Only until she arrives. I know we promised her a place to stay for a few days but for tonight Shallow should be no imposition, don't you think? We can change the sheets easy enough though, right?"

Eve snorted. "Fine. Bring her here." She was quick and caught on fast. 

Paula continued to stare at me open mouthed. She did not say anything though. She got her stuff and brought it down to the car in record time, without checking out since she would likely need the room again in a tomorrow. We were back at the community and pulling up to Eve's house by eleven. Paula had showered and changed and was wearing a see-through white blouse with a pretty bra and a black skirt with flats. She had dumped a bunch of water in her suit case to back up the story. Everyone was lying to everyone. 

Eve greeted us with tight bonhomie and stiff consolation. She helped settle Shallow in the guest bedroom, on the other side of the atrium from the master. Shallow immediately retired which left Eve and I standing together on the balcony outside the guest bedroom. She looked me over and then sighed. 

"Fine. Come with me." We went back to her room and she pulled out some pajamas from a drawer. You can wear these. Did you fuck her?"

"Yes. But she is not satisfied." I said, opting for the truth rather than trying to ratchet up the pressure. I thought the truth would be enough. "She wants something else. She wants you to catch us fucking. That is why I brought her here. Her secret desire is to fuck your husband while you watch and either join in or at least watch. Either way she wants you to approve of it. If that is her agenda, she would keep coming back trying to collect and she would figure out you duped her and the cost might increase accordingly. She is a sociopath, I think and she would not rest till she got you some other way. This way, I fuck her again, you creep down the hall and catch us and everyone is happy. She leaves you alone and tries to duplicate it with all your other friends but you are first and off the hook. That is going to take some doing to duplicate with the others so I am at least buying you time. She will figure out you have a different husband than the one she fucked but if she has managed to duplicate her fantasy with her other friends, perhaps she will give you extra credit for starting her off. She might even give you props for being clever enough to fool her." 

Eve squinted at me, cocking her head. "Sounds plausible. So, what? We go to bed, I am supposed to go off to sleep and you, unable to resist fucking her again, creep down the hall and attack her. She screams while you fuck her sooooo good and I come down and watch her coming on your cock?"

Eve's lapse into gutter language signaled how unsettled her encounter with this woman had left her. I nodded and waited. 

"Or, I could just go home." I said. Truthfully, either way was fine with me. 

"No. No. This sounds exactly like something Shallow would do." Eve said, finally averting her eyes from mine, ending the search for subversion. "You can sleep on the floor." 

I was ready for that. "Nope. I am helping you. We do it my way. You said no fucking. Fine. But I am your husband and I sleep with you. Not to worry, Swallow is likely to fuck me out anyway."

"Shallow." Eve said, miffed for some reason. She nodded. "Whatever." She turned away but I caught her arm. 

"You have to suck my cock." 

"What? Are you crazy?"

"If she wants to discuss this, you need to be able to tell her you know I fucked her, you could taste her when you went down on me. I have been gone a long time, remember. We love each other and bear a great deal of lust in our loins for each other."  

Eve stared at me. She shook her head and knelt on the floor. She unbuckled my belt and pulled pants and underwear down my legs. She stared at the crusted, stained and flaccid mess that was my cock. "At least let me wash . . ."

"No. You have to taste her on me. I was deep inside her pussy when I came. I fucked her in the parking garage, sprawled over the trunk, stark naked. She came and came. You need to suck me off. This must be authentic or she will know." 

"No. I'll suck you but you come in my mouth and I bite it off." 

I shrugged. I had not planned for this but it seemed like a good thing so, no come no loss. Eve stared at my cock as it began to twitch to life. She did not move and when the cock straightened and touched her lips, she grimaced and opened her mouth. Her tongue began to lick the head and I hardened, pleased with the new sensation of her mouth on my cock. She closed her eyes and began to suck on the head. I stood perfectly still. Her robe gaped and I could look down on her little breasts, standing up on her lean chest with hard, erect nipples. She enveloped more of my cock, sliding her lips up and down on the shaft, then pausing to suck on the end and lick it with her very expressive tongue. She bobbed her head and my cock disappeared into her mouth. She inhaled and for a brief moment, I was lodged all the way into her throat. She had talent too. 

Then she pulled free and stood up. "There. I tasted her on you." 

"You recognize her taste then?" 

"Of course I do. I was lapping up her juice yesterday. I know you had your cock in her." 

"When she asks about it, what are you going to say?" 

Eve stopped and considered for a moment. "I'll think about it. Not sure whether to be mad or tell her I came when she does while you are, are, a, doing her." Her equilibrium seemed to have returned. I wondered if the blow job helped. 

I used guest utensils and soon we were both in bed. We went through the charade of getting ready for bed on the theory that the devious little bitch could be listening. I lay awake for half an hour before rising and slinking down to Shallow's room. I opened the door and found some light was coming from outside so I could see the bed and her form under the sheet, the rest of the covers thrown back. I moved carefully over to the bed. It occurred to me that Shallow may be wondering which of us was stealing into her room in the middle of the night but I knew which she hoped it would be. Me. 

"You awake?" I whispered. 

"Yes." She returned. "What are you doing here?" 

"I want you again." I said. "In bed, like normal people." 

She laughed a quiet giggle. "Neither of us is normal." She said. 

I striped out of the pajamas and pulled back the sheet. Her arms found me and pulled me into her embrace. Her body was naked, alive and writhing beneath me as I found her lips with mine. With one hand squeezing a breast and braced on the other one, I kissed her. Paula moaned up into my mouth. I reached over and turned on the light. She looked shocked. 

"How is she ever going to see if the light isn't on?"

"What do you mean?" 

"She jumped me before I could get to the shower and she tasted you on my cock. Of course she knew it was you, had to be since her tongue was lashing your clit earlier today right?" 

"Yesterday. She ate me yesterday. I ate her today. Did you fuck her?"

"She was pissed, told me to sleep downstairs. Not likely. Not with you in here." 

There was a mirror against the far wall and I could see the bedroom door in it. I saw the motion when it opened. 

"Was she angry?"

I moved between Paula's legs. They opened and made room for my body, her knees caressed my sides and hips as she opened for me. My cock was hard. Her hands found me and directed me to her entrance. I pushed my cock into her body once more and she arched her body, taking my cock all the way into her molten core in one wet motion. 

"God but I love cock!" Paula hissed. 

I lifted my head and glanced at the mirror. The door was open and some vague light, moonlight or streetlights or something outlined Eve as she leaned on the door jamb. Paula lifted her legs and encased me in them, pulling my cock back into her body. She began a steady hunching rhythm causing a shiver to run up my spine. I settled down on my elbows and began to bang her cunt with my cock, stroke on stroke, even, regular and constant, varying the intensity a bit but keeping the pace. She began to meet me with her hips, thrusting her pussy up at me, taking me into her cunt. I lowered my mouth to her lips and kissed her, lightly then meeting her open mouth with my own, tongue on tongue, lips on lips, both blowing for breath while our hearts hammered together as we fucked. I moved my lips to her ear and said very softly, "She is here. At the door. She is watching me fuck you."

Paula grunted and then her whole body convulsed and her legs seized about me like a vice while her cunt hammered at me. I tried to keep the rhythm but she held me too tightly so I only managed little motions against her arched, clinched body. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" She moaned. "I am coming againnnnnn. Fuck me, John. Oh John, fuck me!" She was speaking with a louder voice now. I glanced at the mirror and saw Eve, nude by the door. Her hands were working on her body; one between her legs while the other fluttered from breast to breast. Her back was to the door jamb and her feet were both planted firmly in the room as she masturbated to the sound and sight of us fucking. 

"Look, she has her eyes closed." I whispered. 

Paula rose up, peering over my shoulder while I lay flatter on her, still fucking her. I felt her see what she wanted to see as a shiver coursing through her flesh. Her pussy began to clinch and twist at my cock, her legs dropped down and her ass began to piston up and down. "Oh fuck me, John. Please fuck me harder. I can come again, if you fuck me hard!" She muttered and I responded with harder, longer and deeper strokes. Paula moaned and then she was coming again, I felt her craning her neck over my back to watch Eve. We both heard the grunt from behind me, a hiss of the intake of breath and the exhale of a controlled orgasm as it seeped between Eve's clinched teeth. I glanced at the mirror and could easily make out in the light, Eve's head thrown back and her hand fluttering at her pussy while she pinched her nipples very, very hard. Her face was wrenched and she was biting her lower lip. While we watched, she came again. 

Paula seemed to be hooked to her. As Eve shuddered through another orgasm, Paula did as well. When the little lightning passed, she lay still and I rested, settling my cock deep into her body while she panted. "Want to get on top?" I asked, following a hunch. 

"God, yes!" Paula said. I moved off to the side such that I could watch the mirror. I wondered if Eve would join us, half hoping, half fearing because I was not sure I wanted to share her with Shallow. She was gone, at least out of the light. I saw the door move and Eve's hand appeared as she pushed it further open. Then I saw her head, she had crotched and was staring right up the length of our bodies. 

Paula got to her knees and I scooted to the middle of the bed then lay down on my back. For a moment I thought she would mount me reverse cowboy so she could look Eve in the eyes as she fucked me. But she did not, facing me instead, her face a mask of concentration as she located her hole with my cock and slide onto me, like a donut on a stick. She slide completely full of me, grinding her body against mine once I was completely rooted inside of her. Out pubic bones kissed. She placed her hands on my chest and began to fuck me, shifting her hips in short, compact strokes. I reached for her bobbing breasts and palmed them, massaging them so that she had to lean into me as she fucked. I arched my back, raising under her while I pulled her down onto my body. Shallow screamed, a full-voiced scream and she flopped forward onto my chest. For a moment she lay still and the rose up again, struggling to remain up right. I hunched my cock up into her again. 

"Oh fuck, that feels great. God, don't stop!" Paula said through gritted teeth. I began to pop my hips up at her as she rode me. Her pace quickened and she was fucking me and rubbing her tits with both hands, twisting them together and then pinching the nipples. I steadied her with my hands on her hips, pulling her down hard with each stroke. Then suddenly she screamed again and fell all the way backwards, bending my cock forward to a very uncomfortable angle. I grasped her hips and pulled her forward a little to release the pressure. She shuddered, quivering and quaking, gibberish tumbled from her lips and she came again. 

After she calmed she said, "help me. Help me up." Her hands found mine and I pulled her back up right. She just sat on my cock, panting and looking about her with passion glazed eyes. I arched my back, shoving my cock deeply into her cunt. Paula grunted and hunched her body at me. She began to ride me again. It was then that I saw the shadow appear behind Paula. Eve was standing right at the foot of the bed. I could clearly see her. Her eyes were shining, watching Paula ride me. Paula leaned over me, grasping me by the shoulders 

"Grab my ass. My ass. Make me come. I can come again!" Paula shrieked, no longer aware of her conditions or surroundings. I placed my hands at her waist and then slid down to her little apple ass and jerked her body down at the same time my hips surged up, driving my cock into her. Again, she shrieked. Her whole body shook and I repeated the motion. She gibbered and cried, begging for the cock to go deeper. "Deeper, harder! Fuck me deeper. Grab my ass and fuck me harder." Paula's voice was raw with strain, ululating with passion. I pulled her down onto my cock again, setting up a violent rhythm, pulling her hard down and then slowly withdrawing, settling back onto the bed before jerking our bodies together again with great force. Each time Paula would grunt or moan or shout, 'fuck!' and grind her pussy down onto my dick. I found a rhythm and stroke I could sustain and I did, striking upwards into Paula's body over and over again. She began to chant.




A Fucking Investment Ch. 07



"Oh fuck me. Oh fuck me. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck meeeeeee!" She screamed as she came once more, her whole body thrusting down, grinding and twisting on the prong of my cock that was jammed deeply into her quivering, vibrating body. "Coming, coming, coming." She chanted, the orgasm inflecting the words as they tumbled out of her mouth. 

I looked at Eve and she was standing, stooped with a hand on the bed and the other between her bare legs. Paula continued to ride me, babbling about coming and fucking and begging for me to grab her ass, over and over again, a mantra of orgasmic ecstasy in which I had not yet shared. Then finally, Paula slowed, her body still rocking. "Tired," she said and rolled off me, onto her back. Eve straightened but did not move away. I sat up and turned over onto Paula's nearly inert body. Her eyes were open, staring past me at Eve. 

"Fuck me John! Come in me. I want you cock in me and I want you to come. Oh god, come in me! Fill me up!" She said in a slurred voice. 

I positioned myself between her legs, found her gaping opening with the head of my cock and rammed it into her. I glimpsed in the distance my orgasm, fast approaching. 

Shallow began to speak. "I am fucking your husband, Evie. He fucks me so good! I love his cock and he cannot leave me alone. I love his cum oozing out of my cunt. I love fucking your husband, Evie." Paula had set up a commentary directed at Eve who was leaning over us, one leg on the bed and a hand twitching at her pussy, thrumming her throbbing clit while before her, my ass rose and fell, driving my cock over and over into the supine body below. I rose up on my arms and began to pound Paula harder and harder. Then it happened. Eve leaned past me and kissed Paula on the lips. Paula immediately grabbed her by the head and neck and did not let go, grunting with each of my downward strokes, a flowing keening issuing from deep in her throat. The keening swelled and I was hammering her as hard and fast as I could, I wanted to touch Eve but did not have a hand to spare. Eve had a hand between her legs and her hips were shimmying then she succeeded in pulling away from Paula, standing and staggering back as I fell onto Paula's body, orgasm washing over me in an enveloping haze. Paula threw her hands wide and jerked her hips at me three or four times and the keening turned into a scream as she came the final time. Once she went silent, she did not move, even after my cock slipped out of her. 

I made ready to get off her and she roused and kissed me. "Thank you, John!" she said. 

I turned and looked to see if Eve was still there. She was. She stared at me. I looked back to Paula. "Why do they call you shallow?" I asked. 

"Because I am. All I want is cock and pussy. I live for it. But I can get it so much, I have to set obstacles to make it fun, interesting. You have been all I needed and more. Thank you." She kissed me once more and I got up, picked up the pajamas and trudged back to the bedroom. Eve had scampered ahead of me and was sitting up in bed, nude, when I arrived. She said nothing. I showered quickly and came to bed, equally nude. I lay down on my back and I think was asleep by the time she leaned over me and kissed me on the lips. I mumbled something but conked out and I remember nothing more. 

By the time I woke the next morning, Shallow was gone. Eve was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. Though I liked the smell I rarely drank it. I studied her and saw the haunted look in her eyes. She glanced at me, giving me a glare at first. Then she smiled a wan smile. "Thank you for helping me." She said softly. 

"You owe me." I muttered. 

Eve stared at me, her blond hair a tangle and her eyes clear. She nodded but looked away. She sipped from the steaming coffee. 

I was dismissed. But I would not be forgotten. I dressed and left. I had a favor coming and I would surely collect. This fucking investment would take some time to pay off but it would pay off. Would it ever!



A Fucking Investment Ch. 08



Chapter 8

Increasing the Portfolio

I was on the phone. A few days had passed since I had been the unfaithful husband; two days spent ears deep in business, talking to Sharon about the Company. The phone call, however, was from Kaiser Sose, my guy Crowely. He had started the move on Vidya Ketteridge, given her three days. He was also beginning to formally assess the market for directed companionship, offering a service to our associates who were in the market for such things. That was what he was telling me on the house phone when the doorbell rang. I stood in the kitchen, licking the icing off a donut. I am not a health nut but I work out. Chocolate is my vice, everything else comes second; drugs, booze. Sex however is a preoccupation, a virtue, a mode of self-expression, a lifelong artistic endeavor perpetuated by the pleasure it produces. 

"I have to go, Charlie, the doorbell is ringing." 

"Today is Monday. I gave her till Wednesday." 

"I get it, Charlie. I have to move now. Thanks for the extra day."

"I know you have been busy, sir. In demand, as it were." Charlie said, dead pan. He never laughed.

"Are you getting yours?" The bell chimed again.

"Most assuredly. I only hire the best and they all know their duty, even the straight boys. I like being more radical than these young bucks." He rang off. Charlie swings both ways and with some force in both directions. We understood each other. Political correctness was code for 'lie about everything' and in my Company, those who got into the inner circle were not politically correct, we told each other the truth. 

I hung up the phone and stocked to the door, thinking about my options with Ms. Ketteridge. She was an enigma to me. I had never fucked an Indian woman. The picture I had of her was of her with a sari and her back and stomach bare. Damn sexy. I opened the door. 

Pictures are fine but living breathing females always tend to have a more basic, vital effect on me. Despite myself, I stared. I knew her name from our dossiers but I could not speak it for we had never met. "Yes? Can I help you?" I said. Even to my ears, my voice sounded choked. The woman standing before me wore white but the outfit had nothing to do with the western idea of virginity or the eastern fear of death. 

"Mr. Kale?" The woman said? "Josiah Kale?" 

I shook my head. "Nope." I started to close the door. I had things to do, people to see, undress and fuck. Vidya was in my mind, on my radar. I loved what I was reading about the Indian beauty. 

The stunning woman put out a hand and stopped the closing door. "Wait." The cool demeanor shimmered, like a mirage then settled back into place. "My name is Jennifer Simpson." I knew her name. "I am your neighbor. Well, I live several houses down. May I come in."

"Gale." I said. "Joshua. Joshua Gale. What can I do for you?" I did not move the door or invite her in. I had been focused on pictures of Vidya and having this half-dressed blond at my door confused my radar. 

"May I come in?"

"If this is a social call, I am busy. Come by next week and I will offer you a nice chianti and some fava beans. "

Jennifer Simpson smiled, delighted. "Silence of the Lambs." She sobered. "Business. I have some business with you."

"You do?" I was feeling downright rude. None of the women on my list could be treated with deference or they would turn me into the carpet man. The thought gave me an idea. "Look, I am in the middle of something. But I can be a sport." I was going to need to have an entrée to this woman eventually so I did not want to de-charm her and have to work through a distinctly negative vibe when I got round to her. I am too lazy for that. "Who sang the song, "Carpet Man" in the 1970's?" Before her time, I figured. Before mine for that matter but I had a mind for history, a respect for memory. I calculated that I could use that as the charming method of putting her off till later. She was beginning to look good, though. 

"The Fifth Dimension." Jennifer Simpson said and then smiled. 

I was surprised but I played by my own rules. I opened the door and walked away, leaving her standing. She followed me to the kitchen but left the door open. 

"Nice house. But of course, I have been here before. I knew the previous owners." 

"What do you want?" I sat down. I was still trying to put her gently off, though her outfit was beginning to have its intended affect. She wore white, yes, but only in part. The rest was missing. She had a top that just covered her sizable breasts, held up with broad straps with rings of material around the upper arms with trailing diaphanous white material, whatever that is called, that fell to her knees, trailing like mist along behind her when she walked. The skirt started below the waist and was little more than a belt, so short that if she stood on her tiptoes I was sure I could see her clit. I was sitting at the kitchen table. She wore white high heels which put the flex into her slim legs. I had not looked behind her so I did not know about her ass at that moment. Time would tell. 

"Is that how you do business? Use a trivia question to qualify people? What is your business?"

"A lot of questions. You knocked at my door."

"You mentioned a nice Chianti." 

"I did but it is ten in the morning. Do you normally drink wine for breakfast?" 

"When I am dressed like this, I do." She smiled. 

"Why are you dressed like that? Sit down. I have some tea."

"No coffee?"

"I have coffee but I do not drink it. I can make you some, though." I had bought another coffee maker to use for making hot water for myself, for tea. Coffee tended to cling and taint the taste if I used the same pot. 

Jennifer Simpson glided over to the table and sat down around the corner from me, crossing her legs in front of her, displaying them like a product salesman. They WERE impressive! She watched me as I studied her bare, perfect legs. 

I looked up at her. "Nice legs. What are you selling?"

"Tea is fine." She said with a tight smile. 

I got the feeling that things were not going the way she had anticipated; nothing was going the way she had played it out in her head while she was dressing and putting the lipstick on her thin lips. They were her only flaw. Thin lips but perhaps that was just tension. I sat for a couple beats and then got up and closed the front door, which constituted a decision. My cock began to harden because this woman was beautiful and best of all, she was right there in my kitchen. I returned and poured her a cup of hot water and put a bag of mint tea in it for her. "Sugar?"

"Not offering me a selection?"

"No. Mint tea is what I am drinking. Is that good enough for you? It is best with a bit of sugar, I think. Accents the taste."

"Yes, please. Sugar." She said softly. Her eyes were looking at her hands, one laying on the other before her on the table. Her fingers were long, the nails extending them, painted white. Her outfit was complete. 

I sat down the cup, took my seat, carefully avoiding her crossed legs. I sighed. "What can I do for you, Ms. Simpson, was it?"

Her eyes rose up to meet my steady gaze. Her lips were not so thin now, bemusement curved them; and interest. "I hear you lend money." She said finally. 

"Oh?" I returned. The wheels were turning. I was more concerned about the failure of my initial assumption that among this knot of financial pretenders, such things as financial difficulties would be kept as closely guarded secrets, not shared like recipes over the back fence. I was considering the impact on my long term plans for the community while Jennifer talked. 

"Times are bad, for us all. We are all struggling here. I know that, most of us are aware of it but all are reluctant to acknowledge it." Ms. Simpson stopped talking.

I regarded her with lidded eyes and waited, unresponsive. 

"I know that John is away." She said after waiting for me to speak for a few moments. "I saw you leaving Eve's house Friday, too early in the morning to have been a social call. John is gone. The red Cadillac, that is yours I presume?"

I shrugged. 

"It was there all night." She said matter of factly. "The taxi took Shallow away around seven. Before you left."

I shifted, drank, regained her gaze. "You have met Shallow?"

"Eve said she was coming." 

Not an answer, I noticed. "Did she say why?"

"An old friend, visiting." 

"She was there to fuck John. Likes to fuck her friend's husbands, or wives, I suppose. Shallow must have some male friends who like cock rather than pussy. What do you want?"

Jennifer hesitated. Her fingernails tapped on the table granite table top. Finally, she looked up. "Nothing. This was a mistake." 

"Got too real for you? Why don't you tell me what you are here for and then we can discuss how it fits in with my schedule?"

"What were you doing in Eve's house? Did you sleep with Evie?"

"I thought you said you were here for business. Oh, you are a woman, such things as telling the truth when it matters to me does not constrain you, should not restrain you from getting what you want, right? What do you want?"

"You are so unfriendly!" She said, irate. 

"It is my house and if I am not unfriendly, I may do something I will regret." 

She smiled then. "Like what?"

"Accept the invitation that outfit provides." 

"You like it? You find it inviting?" She actually batted her eyelashes at me. "Do I look better than Evie?"

The light went on. Dear Jennifer was jealous. She spied. She imitated. She wanted what 'Evie' had and I had been included on that last. She was a natural poacher, a predator who begrudged everyone else everything. Okay, not jealous; this was female competition. I would discover that she played second fiddle to everything Eve did but apparently, everyone did. Eve was less restrictive on her own sexuality than she led me to believe, but that all came out later. "You asked about lending?" 

Jennifer nodded. "I understand that you have helped poor Liza out with her house payment." She stopped. She waited. She uncrossed and recrossed her long, beautiful legs. "She is not the only one who has a budget deficit."

"You mean besides the US Government?" 

Jennifer nodded, grinning. Her breasts moved a bit, a very inviting motion and my schedule got tighter along with everything else. "My erstwhile husband is struggling. Oh, it is not his fault. I spent us into the ground and then mocked him out of his confidence because I was so angry at realizing that my credit cards no longer worked. WE have been dodging those awful people about the credit cards for six months, living only off the cash we could arrange. But that rope is nearly gone and we are gasping for breath." It all came out without so much as a single breath. Her eyes fixed on her tapping fingernails. 

I nodded but she did not see. 

"You spent the night at Eve's house. Liza paid her mortgage, without her pointless husband, or should I say ex-husband being much help. Liza loves to fuck." Jennifer Simpson stopped again. Now she met my eyes. "I can connect the dots. Cash is king and you must have cash. A lot of it. Unless you are in love with Evie, there was some sort of transaction going on Thursday night which kept you there long past curfew."

"What is curfew in this neighborhood?" 

"Three, I think. Five if you are liberal." She smiled a tight smile. Her green eyes were tense, seeing more than my kitchen. Talking of the defaults occurring and pending around her together with her own troubles had sobered her. The assurance she sported walking into the kitchen with me was evaporated. 

"After that the joggers will take note of who's zooming who? But that is not what you meant." I nodded. "Orgasms, you mean, not o'clock?" 

Jennifer smiled and nodded. "Of course. Right." 

I stood up. "Stand up." Jennifer uncrossed her legs, gave me her hands and I pulled her to her feet. Her arms went around my neck. "Like the music quiz, I have a curious lending policy." 

Jennifer cocked her head. "That is?"

"There are several phases. Several considerations." She did not interrupt. Her long nails traced tingling lines on my back and neck. "The first consideration is the kiss. Can you kiss well enough to be lent money?"

"Kissing for money?" Jennifer asked with an arched eyebrow. Jennifer Simpson was gorgeous. She had straight blond hair and the classic blond features that distinguished her from other blonds. Hers were the ideal, not the cliché. She did not look at all like Marilyn. Her cheek bones were high, the nose the right length, the lips, fuller now, the teeth, perfect. No mole to keep the gods from destroying her; no, she was perfect. 

"Kissing for attention, for consideration. It is the application process."

"And what does success look like to you?" She asked, cocking her head back and to the side as she wrapped a hand around my jaw, lifting it a bit. 

For a moment, I considered my schedule. I needed to get to Vidya. I felt a bit hurried but my cock felt in a hurry too which meant something entirely different. My two heads disagreed about the details while being in complete agreement on the fundamentals. "Kiss me." I said. An idea had arrived and I liked it. 

Jennifer leaned forward, extending her lips like she was about to suck the frost off the end of a popsicle. Her eyes closed and her lips touched mine. For a moment, she kissed me with expressive movements and nothing else. Her lips were soft, warm, wet and smooth, pulsing against mine. Her hand remained under my chin, not cupping it, flat against my jaw, pressing gently at me, lifting my chin to her kiss. Her heels made her a bit taller than I. Then her mouth opened and a shock went through my body. At that moment, she had passed the kiss test but I kept kissing her, she might need extra credit some time. Her tongue licked my lips, just the tip, a wet, soft point tracking between our lips, like she was licking her lips while I happened to be kissing her. Her tongue pierced my lips and entered my mouth, extending that pointed tip to the roof of my mouth which always makes me shiver. I pressed the tip of my tongue to the underside of hers which was exposed to me. Jennifer's whole body shivered as I ran the tip of my tongue up and back down the length of her probing tongue which was pressed against the roof of my mouth. 

I groaned as her body came closer to me and her breasts brushed my chest. My hands lay on her nearly bare hips. I pulled at them and she tiny-stepped closer till her body was pressed into mine like a hot dog in a bun. We ended the kiss, mutually pulling back. 

"Is my application acceptable?" She breathed. 

I nodded a minimal nod and forced myself to back away from her. Vidya was going to owe her. "Please, sit down."

She looked startled. 

"For the rest of the interview." I said. "We need to complete the remainder of the credit application and review the terms of our deal." 

She flowed down into the chair, puzzled look on her face. 

I could see that lust was fighting with her main purpose of being here, which was business. She wanted to give away what she had come to sell. "I am lending money to Liza against her cunt. She fucks, I reduce the outstanding balance. It is a bit more sophisticated than that but that is the basic idea. I will lend you money and you sign your body over to me." Every time I expressed this, I felt a bit uneasy. If she balked, I might never be able to settle the matter. The alternative was always to foreclose and move them out immediately. I would hate to lose this woman, though. Fucking perfection is not always perfect; it can be a fucking challenge but that is part of the fun. Practice can be wonderful. It is like painting the trim red in a living room with white carpet, no room to make a mistake; there is no hope that a mistake would not be noticed. 

Jennifer crossed her long legs. "You want me to fuck for money?"

"No. I want you to fuck for forgiveness of debt."

"Same difference." 

I shrugged. "If you like. The balance sheet may end up the same but the mechanics are significantly different. As I see it, you will get to stay in your house for a while longer. I will buy your mortgage for protection and you will have time to work out an alternative without decimating your credit situation."

"It is already a mess. My fault." 

"How much?"

"Forty grand, plus ten in the hole on the house."

"So fifty grand to get even. What is your monthly?"

"Five. Mortgage and living expenses." She smiled, uncomfortable now. "You know, to keep up appearances." 

"Jeff is not much help, then?" I could have bit off my tongue. She had not yet told me her husband's name. She did not notice at that moment. She nodded.

"He is collapsing. His work is flat and it is commission based. He is barely making commission above the draw. I doubt they will keep him much longer and he knows it. His ability to keep going is, well, it is unlikely."

"So a year would be another sixty g's? Shall we say 120 K for you?" 

Jennifer shrugged and nodded. "That much? That is a lot of fucking."

"I have not said yes, yet. I need you to do something for me."

She raised an eyebrow. Since she did not speak, it was an inquiring eyebrow.

"I want you to fuck some of the guys in the neighborhood, starting with tiny Tim Hanson."

"How about John Covington?" Jennifer asked, her eyes suddenly alight. 

I smirked. "Have you tried before? What about Eve?" I had the sense that she was scared of Eve Covington and she resented it, hated it even. 

"I have a movie of your Caddy in her driveway and you leaving at 10 that morning. Perhaps I can persuade her that she should stand back and let it happen this time." 

I shrugged. "Perhaps. But fuck Ted." I wanted in the worst way to put my now hard cock into her. I had about talked myself out of it, hearing the clock ticking in my head when Jennifer stood up.

"Anything else?"

"Yes." Suddenly, I wanted her on her knees before me. I said so. Jennifer looked past her prominent breasts at me and then got to her knees, placing a hand on each of my knees and widening my legs. "There will be contracts and such, identifying the amounts and pay schedules." I said a little breathlessly. "Ms. Simpson, you will be selling me your body. Your husband will have to buy its use which means if you give it away, it goes on your account, increasing your debt to me, as it were. You will be owned. I, on the other hand, will be able to sell you to whomever I please for whatever I can get. You will be paid flat rates using a schedule. If you decide you wish to proceed, you can review the terms before you sign. They will flex based on how happy I am with your performance, for me or whomever I send you to." I lost my way. My resolute restraint failed. "Stand up and put your hands on the table."

I decided she needed to demonstrate her willingness to fuck on demand, here and now. My cock was straining against my pants, eager to burrow into this woman. Vidya would have to wait.

Jennifer licked her lips. I interpreted the look on her face as disappointment. She licked those pink lips once more before she finally rose to her feet, moved to her side of the table and bent over it, planting her hands on the surface. She looked over at me, her eyes veiled with a half-smile, almost-smirk on her lips. She arched her back and popped her ass out, presenting arms, as it were. 

I stood up, opened my pants and took out my cock. Jennifer licked her lips again and looked over her shoulder at me. I was gratified that she did not bother to look into my eyes but stared directly at my hard, red and ready cock. I moved behind her, rationalizing that my plan for Vidya would be aided if I got a quick cum out of the way. It was an attractive rationalization, I admit. I ran my hands up Jennifer's wondrous thighs and under the short skirt. It was a single piece but with a string thong as part of it. I found the string and followed it with my thumbs down, down into the crack of her ass and past the winking asshole to her weeping pussy. I was about to decide to remove the whole thing when I discovered the clever little snap at the base of the swath of cloth which covered the pussy lips in front. It came loose with a satisfying pop. Cloth and strings went lax. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 08



Jennifer grunted and looked around at me when the snap popped loose. She had heavy eye makeup which, in the context of her perfect features and blond hair, made the pose and motion seem like the sexiest thing I had ever seen a woman do, twisting around to look at me like that with my hands fussing with her ass and pussy. I closed in on her as she shifted her ass back towards me. My cock head touched her ass and I peeled her cheeks wider. She faced front and dropped her head, bending further over the table which arched her back and shifted her pussy into position, the position to be entered. My cock head touched her pussy and I moaned. She matched my voice with a moan of her own. Then she pressed back at me. My cock head entered her, her slick lips caressed my cock head, then I was past them and into her depths, sliding steadily deeper into her boiling pussy. Jennifer moaned and went to her elbows on the table. This gorgeous, perfect blond woman was willing and eager to be mounted on my kitchen table. Her perfect body shuddered as I entered her. The pressure of my body continued to shaft my cock deeper into her. She shifted her feet wider and then arched her back again and pushed back at me, suddenly and hard. My cock was jammed into her pussy and the full blossomed ass cheeks kissed my body. I pulled back and Jennifer groaned. I drew my cock out of her till it came free. 

"Put it back, please." Jennifer said softly. "Christ, put it back."

I fumbled for the entrance again, finally needing to use a hand to direct it to the lips of her pussy. When I found it, we both shoved together in opposite directions and my plans for a slow steady penetration were traded for a jack hammer stroke to the bottom limit of her cunt. Jennifer's ass shivered against me, swaying back and forth for a moment before she slipped slowly flat onto the table, her arms extending past her ears, straight out till her hands could grasp the edge of the table. She seemed like fluid, flowing onto the table. Her head turned and she said in a raspy voice; "Fuck me now. Give me your cock, please." 

I withdrew and plunged again into her body. Jennifer grunted. I repeated the full motion, grinding at the end of the motion. She groaned this time, extending the sound till I began the backstroke. She breathed deep as I pulled back. I moved my hands from the table to her hips and clasped her hard as I pounded back into her body. 

"Oh Christ! In me, please. Yes, put it in me please!" Jennifer said. She wagged her ass left and right while I was rooted all the way into her pussy, stirring my cock in her gurgling cunt. Liquid oozed out of her and ran down each thigh. I pushed her away and withdrew. "Now, harder, please. And faster. Go faster." 

I withdrew and then leaned my sopping cock against the crack of her ass which made her whimper, though she was patient and did not further her demands for consummation. "We need to talk." I said tightly. 

"Talk? Are you nuts? Fuck me!" Jennifer nearly screamed. 

"No. I need your help, Ms. Simpson."

"You are asking me now?" The incredulity of her voice assaulted me and for a moment I wavered. But she came to my house, knocking on my door; I had some leverage, I thought. 

"I want to get onto the Holdingsfield board. But I cannot find out how to do that. Do you know?"

She looked back at me. "Fuck me, make me come and we can discuss it. Trade?" She smiled back at me but her eyes glittered. 

I had to ask. I shrugged and pumped my cock into her and then out and back in. I repeated the pleasing stroke several times before I stopped, socketed in her heaving body. Jennifer was panting on the table. "More, please." She said. Her voice never changed inflection or pace. I ran my hands from her hips to her waist and then to her stomach. She struggled to her elbows and her top scrapped off her breasts, my hands forcing their way underneath the tight, white material and over her bound tits. The whole top went lax once her tits were free. I pulled them and Jennifer grunted. 

"Pinch the nipples, please." She said softly, her head between her arms on the table, forehead resting on the cool surface. I pulled my cock out of her and then fumbled for her nipples. When I had each between a thumb and forefinger, I jammed my cock into her and pinched each nipple as hard as I could. They were short, stubby and hard as dried leather. She cried and her head came back, spilling her blond hair down her stretched and flexed back. Her body arched, pressing her nipples into my fingers while at the same time sealing our bodies more tightly together at the crotch. 

"So deep. So full. So hard." She whispered, her mouth barely moving. Then she snaked her head around and looked over her shoulder at me. Jennifer was very flexible. Her lips were pulsing like she was sucking on something. Her eyes were glazed and nostrils flared as she pushed back at me again with my cock still rooted in her. With her watching me, I began to stroke her in a regular cadence, with no down stroke hesitation or grinding, just out and violently in. She watched me over her should for a dozen or so of these steady strokes before one got to her. Slipping home into her cunt, something changed and her head whipped back to the front and she cried out with 'oh, oh, oh, oh yes, please!' and then she was bent into her arms again while I continued thrusting into her, penetrating her over and over again. Her hips began to tremble. I pulled back and her ass rose off the table, pussy chasing cock. I stroked home, pressing that fine ass back to the table. I released her breasts and straightened. I kept the tempo going. Jennifer buried her face in her hands, whimpering and then her whole body shook and her hips juddered, quivering. 

"I am coming, thank you." Jennifer said distinctly, though her eyes were covered by her hands. Her ass shook and shuddered and then I began to pound her harder and faster, deeper and harder, faster and faster. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, thank you!" Jennifer grunted and then I felt it running up my legs, the orgasm I thought would come quickly but was gloriously delayed. It arrived and I leaned back, pulling her body hard against my cock, thrusting up into her over and over again with my hips as I came deep in her pussy. I stood stock still for a moment, coming into her rich, luscious, perfect blond body while she quivered and convulsed with her own climax.

When I was done, I became still, rooted in her pussy, staring down at the swathed woman. Jennifer turned and looked at me, a satisfied smile on her full lips. I tugged my cock from her pussy and stepped back. She stood up and moved to kiss me. I put hands on her shoulders and pressed down. She was a bit miffed, a look passing over her face before her mind reminded her body of the proposition pending. She knelt and began to immediately lick our mingled liquid from my deflating cock. She licked and soon began to suck gently then desperately as it continued to disappear. I felt clean enough and pulled her to her feet. 

She was unsteady, weaving. I am not sure if it was because she was stiff from being bent over the table or had cock intoxication, orgasm overload. I did kiss her then. Her body, not quite disrobed but certainly dishabille, flowed against mine. In that moment, I looked forward to having this woman on her back. I put my hands on her breasts and stroked them, touching her nipples carefully. She broke the kiss and curled against my chest, laying her head on my shoulder. In a flash I understood something about her, verifying what Sharon put in her file; she wanted to be owned, not just under contract but with a collar around her neck, perhaps something more intense. The thought zapped me like an electric shock. 

"Hmmmm. Thank you, sir." She said softly. She kissed my jaw and then the side of my neck. "I am sure I will sign your documents. If you have the cash you say you have, you will become the proud owner of this very sexy body. I think I like the thought of being owned, for once." 

"How about being purchased, traded and used?"

"Used! Uuummmmm! Use me again, please." 

I separated us and stepped away, shuffling with my pants around my ankles. I pulled them up. "I think you would be the perfect fuck for all those virgin boys out there. The perfect gift from a distant father wanting to provide something memorable to the mommy-boy his wife raised while he was off making his fortune. Or the loving mother's gift to the handsome son who seems to have no need of her and gives her notice. I think you would be perfect, don't you?"

"Virgins? Boys having their first woman?" Jennifer closed her eyes. "How could you know." 

I almost said 'research' out loud but that would be telling. Sharon had heard many wine vapor wishes in the neighborhood. She was adamant about that and seemed to have been right on. "I have some things to get done," I said. 

Jennifer languidly rearranged her clothing so that pussy and nipples were out of sight. I hope you don't mind. I drove my car here." Her eyes cleared and she looked over at me. "You have a lot of cash. Are you trying to have us all?" 

I nodded. "Of course. Please help. And Jennifer, your husband will need to sign these papers too. He needs to approve any arrangement we make. I want him to bring you over and give you to me. I want him to watch me take you, just like I just did. Can you do that?" She seemed like the furnishing to this empty house I was missing. 

"Oh, I will. I will." Jennifer said before taking her leave. She called me later that night to say she had fucked tiny Ted. I missed the message but got it the next day. It was barely two in the afternoon and I had to give some attention to Vidya. The clock was ticking.



A Fucking Investment Ch. 09



Chapter 9

Vidya Ketteridge—Fucking the Belly Dancer

Vidya Ketteridge was from the sub-continent of India by way of Britain where she had married the weasel, St. John Ketteridge. He married her for her money. She married him to spite her father or mother or both, so any cock would have sufficed equally well. In retrospect, she likely thought many cocks would have been much better than what she ended up with. 

Her parents were furious with her engagement and marriage to a 'nothing'. They were not able to keep her grandfather from bequeathing a small fortune to her and in like manner she was not able to keep the narcissistic Ketteridge from frittering it away. It was a common theme among the women of Holdingsfield, bad marriages and lost fortunes. Good for me, bad for them but then again, maybe not. 

I was going to go see Vidya the afternoon after I mounted Jennifer Simpson on the kitchen table. But as I walked down the street towards her house, her husband stormed out cursing, yelling something about 'fuck you' over his shoulder, jumped into his little truck and sped away, squealing tires and such. It was about 5 so I walked on by. I did not want to inject myself onto a good cry. Short term benefits, maybe but long term, it was a loser. 

I went to the little park and pond the neighborhood supported and walked. The afternoon light was dimming, turning orange and chasing darkness. I had worked most of the afternoon after Ms. Simpson fluttered out my front door with her funny little 'I just got fucked' walk. I was at a loss as to how to approach Vidya and the clock was ticking so I was about to settle on the 'go knock on the door and make the offer' approach I defaulted to when something clever did not present itself. I perfected this 'just do it' approach in business and it had worked on several occasions. With Vidya, however, I wanted something different, more elegant, more surprising and delightful. I considered waiting for inspiration, delaying my approach. Then I glimpsed her in the distance through an upstairs window. 

I was standing on the berm of dirt that formed a dam for the pond and allowed me to see over the low band of lilac bushes bounding that side of the park. I was gazing at Vidya's house across the access road in the back and the side yard of the neighbors which was sufficiently clear to allow me to see into the upstairs windows of her house. I stared at her house, pondering my next move, waiting for inspiration and it came. 

Vidya appeared in an upstairs window. As I watched, she began to disrobe. I fumbled for the pen telescope I carried which gave good magnification. When I put I to my eye, I gazed on her behind, her glorious ass. For a moment the woman stood with her back to me, holding up an outfit before turning and showing me her body. Then she turned, I guess letting the light from the dying day illuminate the outfit she held and I could see her bare body clearly; her breasts stood out from her body and swayed like she was underwater. She was not tall but the lines of her body were sensuous and smooth. She donned a classic Middle Eastern belly dancing costume, slipping on a piece at a time till she covered her body with sparkling bangles and wispy scarves. Vidya put her hands above her head, weaving them together and her ass swiveled around in a huge circle as though her legs were not touching the floor. The sari-like skirt shifted and then she disappeared. She was far away but my plan to go knock on the door and offer to discuss her situation changed at least for the moment. I wanted a closer look. I wanted see who she was dressing for and get a better look at what she was wearing. 

I walked hurriedly up to the access road, the gate prevented vehicle access and was easy to climb around. I found the gate to her yard and, hoping it was unlocked, tried the latch. It opened. I am not sure what I hoped to find but my expectations were exceeded by what greeted me when I peered in the gate. A large patio stretched nearly the length of her curving house, hooded on each end by trees and second story porches. A sweep of grass populated with a mixture of modern art sculptures and ancient Hindu images with huge bare breasts or six arms provided the view to the large bank of windows looking in on the main living space at the middle of the house. 

When I stepped inside the gate, the first thing I noticed was the exotic (to me) music, Middle Eastern music that throbbed out of the house. Through the sliding glass doors, I saw her for the first time. She was dancing. Her arms twining together above her like two charmed cobras, as though there were no bones in them at all. Her head turned from left to right and back again, showing one eye and then the other to me, one side then the other of her one eyebrow and each time, the glittering 'third eye' ruby embedded in her forehead just above the bridge of her thin, Indian nose. Her lips were smiling. Her eyes seemed focused on a distant nirvana which both beckoned and eluded her. Those eyes were both sad and suffused with longing. And she appeared alone. I peered into the spattered shadows of the house and saw no sign of anyone else. She was indeed, alone. 

I strode closer. Her ass began to shake impossibly fast as if the music demanded a response. Her arms flowed out to her sides, extended horizontally while her hands waved and fluttered. As I approached, my eyes were pulled to her shaking hips and the jangle of the metal fringes of her scarlet and gold outfit reached me. Her legs went heel to toe and back again, shifting her hips to one side then the other while they continued to shake, a complex of two motions. She changed from a side to side swaying of her hips into a rippling front to back motion could suggest only the copulation motion of a woman in the throes of erotic passion. Her liquid motion mesmerized and fire imagination and passion in me.

I moved up to within a few feet of the glass, washed in the light from the room, clearly visible to anyone looking. Vidya had a long veil woven into her cascade of black hair. She may have been five four or five five maybe. She was barefoot. Her back was to me and all I could see was her sari encased hips. They were not visible really, but their motion demanded imagination. I was so struck by her body and the dance it was doing, I was so out of breath, so entranced, all I could manage was a breathless stare. I was too helpless even to respond to her, held in perfect sway by her gesticulating body, all motion and sexy curves surrounded by a penumbra of floating wispy scarves. 

Her ass cheeks were shaped and bunched to form globes. When she arched to one side or the other, her hip would form a small shelf accenting the shape and size of her ass. The flesh was firm and tight, flowing from action to action without hesitation or wasted motion. The ass was so dominant that I expected her legs to be fat to support it but when they appears in the momentary gaps in her costume, they appeared slim, muscular to be sure but shapely and tight, perfect extensions of the undulating ass, swathed in the diaphanous gold and scarlet of her costume. She turned in a clicking circle, arms out and then she raised one leg and turned like the sweep hand on a clock face, the leg straight out from her body. She began to turn, bobbing up and down on her toes. At first, her body ticked around the circle, moving from position to position, keeping time with the world and the music. Then having circled completely several times, she dissolved into a whirling dervish, twirling and spinning, her head clicking with each revolution from side to side. The music pulsed around her, reaching out to me and pulling at me. She slowed and stopped, facing me. My eyes remained on her vigorous hips, twitching left and right, then slowing and flowing into a circular motion that thrust each hip impossibly high to each side, bulging without folding the flesh of her sides, her body perfectly suited to the arousing motions of her hips. 

My lust-numbed brain finally constructed the fact that she must be able to see me through the screen door through which I was watching her. I looked up from her quaking ass. Vidya was staring at me, an intense stare, eyes fixed on me with a half-smile. But when my eye met hers, she smiled and tossed her head first to one side then the other, her hair flying behind her and the scarf floating till the switching motion jerked it in a new direction. Her smile was blinding and her white teeth shattered the dark, brooding image of exotic erotica that her dance defined. Though she smiled, her eyes retained a shattered look in them, reflecting what I knew to be true about her situation. To find her dancing in this strikingly sensual manner, alone and with such intensity pulled at me and made what I was seeing seem like some ritual before a bloodthirsty god, as though she were a virgin, dancing for her life before they broke her childhood and took her life with the two swords of some brutal religion. 

Her hips swung as though on an impossible pivot. The scarves and drapes of her costume whipped about, never settling but always in the air, drifting like cigar smoke in a closed room. Yet for all the motion the costume presented, it covered the lines of her body, suggesting a boundary or muscle at the limit of each impossible movement but showing nothing. My ears finally came back on, and the tinkle of the bells and metal trim jangled with the music, creating a metallic rustle underneath the instrumentation of the song.

Her eyes bored into me and her hands gestured at me, fingers wide and twitching while her hips shook from side to side. Then abruptly, she turned away from me, showing me her shaking ass. I opened the screen door, sliding it open, stepped inside and closed it. Vidya's head turned and she caught me with one eye. She turned her back to me. Then the rush of the music changed, the crashing percussion, frantic electronica and nasal Eastern flute faded; replaced by the swelling of a string melody which seized hold of her hips and began to push them forward and back. The motion began just below her breasts, high up her back; her ass thrust forward in a fluid motion and then it would snap forward the last inch or two, like the crack of a whip. Then it flowed back towards me, sensuously arching backwards till the scarves about her waist parted and I could see the bare flesh of her hips. Vidya would freeze for just a single beat, showing me her body. Then her ass would pop backwards; the scarves would fly high like flamingos flushed from the rushes of a shallow primal river. Every piece of metal decorating her body would plink and tink together and then the motion reverted to the other direction. She must have been moving the center of her pelvis two feet back and forth. Her back rippled with the effort. 

All the while her head was turned, straining towards me, her one visible eye cocked completely into the corner but her head was still, while her lower body writhed beneath her. I crossed the intervening space, stopping only when I was close enough to touch her. My cock was engorged and poling my trousers. I wanted to speak, to curse her or demand or command but the music beguiled and her weaving body silenced me. She stared at me with that intense one-eyed stare she could manage over her shoulders, bringing her ass back to within inches of my erect cock and then retreating. I stripped off my shirt and tossed it to the floor. Vidya pulled a yellow scarf from the side of her costume and tossed it onto my shirt. I kicked off shoes and dropped my pants, stripping off underwear and socks and deposited them on the other side of her revealing my long, hard erection. She covered my clothing with another, scarlet scarf. I stood before her, naked while her body thrashed before me, possessed by the music and possessing me to the core. 

Finally, I heard the music begin to modulate, shifting keys in anticipation of some change. I put both hands out and when her ass approached me again, I lay them on her hips. She became completely still. The music changed. The flow of the sitar dropped to nearly nothing and the percussion returned, throbbing drums and tambourines bound together with a wriggling Eastern flute. Yet she did not move. I pulled a bit but she did not budge, instead my body shuffled forward and the end of my cock crept into the cleft of her mighty ass. Her ass began to shake, but without moving, without unsettling my hands clasped gently on the upper slope of each hip. Vidya's hands extended to each side, even with her shoulders, fluttering like pennants in a victorious wind and then she began to bend from the waist. From her narrow, impossibly small waist, at the horizon-line of her ass which divided upper torso from lower body. Her ass cracked and her pussy appeared as she bent lower. The ass shook under my hands with impossible motion originating in the muscles. Her skin was slick and I could smell her musk, the dank aroma of arousal that hung in the air. I pulled on her hips, pressing my cock against her body. 

The shaking lessened and she began to move her body up and down till the head of my cock encountered her pussy. I felt it and her eye closed while her lips pulled back into a demanding rictus, then her head whipped around and down, out of sight as her shoulders fell. Her back arched and her cunt parted for the head of my cock. There, perched on me like a falcon waiting to be released to the kill, she hesitated, waiting as the music surged around us. The music changed course and began to ripple with staccato crash after crash, with all the instruments descending down to smash against the bottom registers. Vidya matched that with her ass, pounding it down, over and over onto my extended cock. Neither of us touched my cock with our hands. She adjusted her hips, moving them up, down and side to side, gripping, adjusting and nudging till the penis behind her was perfectly positioned and was slicing into her quivering body over and over again. She was completely bent. She was a headless thing for her head was bowed out of my sight below her heaving shoulders. 

Till that moment, my hands had been riding the motion of her ass but I sensed both a need in her and the consummation in the music. My fingers tightened on her ass and when the music crashed one last time, I pulled her ass back and finally penetrated her body to its simmering core. I buried myself all the way inside her heaving, gasping body in the resulting silence. 

"Aaaiiiiiyaaaahhhh!" She shrieked. But she did not move. My cock soaked in her roiling depths. I finally began to withdraw from her body. She was posed in an impossible position, hands extended, fingers still but tensed, head out of sight below her arched body. I began to stroke my cock in and out of her stock-still body. Nothing of hers moved except for the bit of sway my hands forced on her. Into her seething depths I pumped my cock, over and over, deep into her, pressing my body against her wondrously firm ass, pulling back on her hips so that our bodies slapped together in the silence. 

"Aaaaiiiiyyyaaaahhhhh, yes!" Vidya screamed. "Oh shag me! Fuck me with your cock!" She panted in a distinct British accent as I continued to pound into her. Her hands dropped and she was bent over, her hands on ground. Then her knees buckled and she threatened to fall away from me. I followed her to the floor, holding her up and slowing the descent which allowed me to control it and keep my cock hooked inside her taut pussy. Then she was on her knees and I knelt behind her and resumed fucking her. Her face descended onto her forearms and she arched her body against me. 

I continued the motion, the stroke, the pistoning of male cock into female pussy. I became more and more profound, striking her hard with my body till finally she began to grunt with the conclusion of each down stroke as it pounded my cock into the depths of her body. She swayed on her knees, parting from me as I withdrew and then meeting my penetration with a force of her own, accentuated by my hands pulling her home onto my throbbing cock. I could feel the steaming flesh of her cunt as I penetrated it, hard. I would hesitate and move my body around, stirring her inner flesh with my rigid prick. Her hips countered the motion with a waving, weaving motion of their own and then we would pull apart, only to slam back together again in a concussion of pleasure. Then I pulled free of her sluicing body. For a moment she leaned back, seeking the penetrating cock. Not finding it, she rose up on her hands and looked over her shoulder at me. Her eye was questioning. 

I put a hand on one hip and pushed at her. "On your back." I said softly.

She rolled, dropping to her back and pulling her knees towards each shoulder. Her ass coated the floor, forming a cushion that framed her cluttered pussy. Her brown skin was black in the growing night. I sorted through the jumbled costume, pulling scarves away from between her legs and lifting the drapes till her flowing center was visible. I shuffled forward, directed my cock to the entrance of her pussy and shoved into her, emphatically. She grunted as I penetrated her and her body curled up to meet me. Our first kiss was fire and lava, her lips flowed against me sealing my breath in me while her tongue lashed my lips till they parted and we danced privately, out of sight. I grunted from the sexiness of her kiss and jerked my hips at her just once. 

That single motion set something off in her. Till that moment, her hands had been holding my chin and face while she kissed me. When I struck her with my cock that one thrust, she broke the kiss and her head snapped back. "Aaaaiiiieeeeyyyaaaahhhh!" She shrieked, dropping flat on her back. Her hands pressed against the floor. Her hips shifted against me and then abruptly began to surge at me with short, hard, swift strokes. Her ass flexed and lifted me bodily off the floor, till she was arched on shoulders and feet. While flexed, her ass shimmied and convulsed on my stiff dick, still snuggly fitted into her body. Then I clasped her ass hard with both hands and pulled at that mighty ass, forcing my cock against the back of her vagina. She shuddered, made a 'glugging' sound, half choke, half swallow and then her body dropped as if all her muscles had failed at once. I landed on top of her with a surprising force and her body jerked and jerked and jerked, without order or pattern. Her feet were planted flat on the carpet and from there, she directed her body's motion as she fucked me from below. Vidya was keening now. Her arms stole inwards to loop about my neck. 

I had firm hold of her incredible ass which was flexing and convulsing beneath my grip, the motions were communicated directly to my cock rooted inside her seething body. I clasped my hands to her huge cheeks and banged us together. My fingers sunk into her cheeks, squeezing her against me. Her ass tightened with the motion. I lifted up and she sighed, exhaling and then I pounded my cock home again, deep into her pliant body, feeling the stringent binding of her pussy along the length of my iron cock. Over and over I pounded her body with mine, pubic bone to pubic bone, cock in pussy. My hands grasped her by the shoulders, leaving me only my elbows to stand on over top of her. Vidya's head was shaking back and forth, jerking far to one side while her mouth stretched wide in a silent scream. She would hold that pose for several strokes before jerking far to the other side and clamping her jaws together and blowing through her nose like a winded thoroughbred. 

We did this for several minutes, till my climax began to build. I increased speed, cranking my cock into her over and over again with no hesitation or abatement. As I plunged my rigid cock into Vidya, we rocked on her ass rolling up and back with the motion the music inspired no longer. My hands on her shoulders shifted her body down against my thrusts, crushing us together. Her body would move but her ass remained in the same place on the floor. Her voice was a constant wail of vowels, which would occasionally part for an emphatic 'oh fuck!' or 'shag me!' in her pretty British accent, with which she would extend her pussy as high as possible and hold for a stroke or two before dropping her ass back to the carpet where I continued to hammer her. My orgasm arrived with a mind-numbing intensity and I planted my cock and held it deep inside her pussy as it erupted, spewing into the body below me. Viday was completely penetrated, pinned beneath my quaking body. She shivered and then her legs lifted, abandoning her pussy to my orgasm. Her legs wrapped about me and squeezed, forcing me harder against her and then she was shrieking loudly, screaming vowels and pleading with me to fuck her till she announced she was coming, 'Aggggaaaaiiinnnnnnnnnn!" Then she rose, pasting her mouth to mine, curling to meet me in the air. She shuddered again, her body heaving, she grunted and shivered. We shook together on her ass. Then we both collapsed. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 09



By that time I was spent. Her body stilled and I lay on top of her, panting 'fuck. Fuck. Fuck!' every third or fourth breath. My cock remained hard for a while. Every few seconds, Vidya would squeeze me with her inner muscles, pressing her pussy around my singing cock till at last, it began to deflate and retreat, conquered by the voracious pussy which had consumed it. I rolled way from her and lay on the floor, arms tucked behind my head. Eventually my breathing returned to normal. 

I sat up, naked and spent. Vidya opened her eyes, her dark eyes and watched me. She rolled a bit to her side, eyes following my movements. I found my clothes and slowly dressed. She did not move or speak in the shadowed darkness, backlit by some orphan light deeper in her house and the ambient light from the night outside. One of her hands disappeared between her legs and her eyes closed. I wanted her again but not now. The silence was perfect, full, still echoing with our lovemaking. Then she smiled, the barest hint of a smile before she closed her eyes. I left her there grunting through a new orgasm, departing the way I had arrived, but in darkness via the backyard, utterly spent, completely sated.

The next morning I woke to the sound of the phone. It was Jennifer Simpson. The image of Vidya Ketteridge shimmered in my eyes, her last contented smile, her fabulous ass and the movements that beguiled me and pulled me to her. I wanted her again. Jennifer had fucked tiny Ted and wanted to know what to do? I told her I would be over to see her later in the week and hung up. All I could think about was Vidya. The music she danced to wove itself about me, insinuating itself into my mind. I called Valerie and informed her that her tiny husband had fucked one of my women.

"A new one? That son of a bitch!" She cursed. "Who was it?" 

"That is for me to know and you to find out. You find out from him what he did and put it on your account or I will and if I do, it goes double on yours, just like I said." 

"How am I supposed to get him to tell me . . . oh. Is this permission?"

"No. But you spend your assets, it is just expensive." I thought of Valerie flat on her back with Vidya between her legs, feeding on her pussy, Vidya's legs parting and offering me her cunt. I was hard. My god but I wanted that woman again and badly. I waited as long as I could. By 10 I was restless and by 11 I could not stand it any longer. In broad daylight, I walked down to her house, through the front gate, up to her front door and rang the chimes. I could not breathe. I felt faint. 

She answered the door soon after the chimes sounded. Vidya stood staring at me. 

I spoke first. "My name is Joshua Gale. I am a neighbor, a new neighbor." 

Vidya nodded. Her mouth was open, it moved but no sound came out. 

"Is your husband home? " I asked. 

For several moments, long enough to tell a vaudeville joke, she did not respond. Her eyes were fixed and staring into mine. Her mouth was open but still. Then she inhaled. She shook her head. 

"May I come in?" 

"I. I. I." 

"I am the man from last night." 

"I know." She finally spoke. 

"I know white people are so hard to tell apart." 

"You are a neighbor? Fuck, I thought I dreamed it!" She said but then she laughed. All of her relaxed. "Please come in." She stepped back. She wore a conventional white robe, fuzzy and long, too big for her height but tied snug around the hips. Vidya closed the door behind me and neither of us moved. She waited on me and I waited on her. "What are you doing here?" She said finally. "What do you want."

"You." I said simply. 

"You think it is that easy? Ring the doorbell and ask for what you want?" Her nimble brain was back with us. Her eyes were flashing. 

"No. If I did, I would have come in the back door again. Or stayed last night and had you again in your bed. That was truly awesome sex. And you dance pretty good too." 

Her mouth opened, then closed. Her eyes were sad and she did not smile. 

"I want to apologize for last night. I had no right to enter you like I did, I mean enter your house like I did. Ah shit." I stopped, blushing furiously. "Mrs. Ketteridge, I cannot tell you how you have affected me. I dreamed of you last night. I woke smelling you, feeling you, wanting you. That, what we shared last night, that was astounding."

"And you want to see if you can do it again?"

"Don't you?" I asked without thinking. 

She stared at me, then her eyes dropped. "I, too, was affected by . . . last night. I did not sleep but for more reasons than just longing to keep you for the night. I have other difficulties." 

I nodded. "Times are difficult, for nearly everyone. Perhaps I can help?"

Vidya stared at me. "Is that why you came back?"

I met her gaze. "I want you again. And again. Because of that, I want to help you if I can. I want you to feel free to blend with me again, like we did last night."

She shook her head, almost sneering. "That will never happen again. It was a falling star, winning the lottery." Then she smiled. "It was pretty fantastic. I am being rude, can I get you something?" She turned away and led me to the kitchen, through the sunken living room where I fucked her the night before. Two scarves still marked the spot on the floor. She sat down at the kitchen nook and I joined her. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and then got a glass for me and poured it full. "I was just sitting here wondering what I was going to do next. I guess now I know."

"Oh? Did I help you decide?"

Vidya lay a hand on my hand. "My husband may be back today or maybe not. He has some collectables or something that he wants to get out of the house before they take it out from under us. They made us the offer to buy all of our stuff and they would write off the back payments and take over the loan, no matter how upside down we are. We have to do it." 

I shook my head. "I do not understand." It was a lie but she needed to explain herself to me. 

Vidya drank from her glass, her eyes were far away. She told me the long, sad story. Her departure from India, her constant battles with her parents, first her mother then her father. Her bequest from her grandfather that freed her from India and the marriage which formed a new bondage she regretted though the marriage provided for an exile to America where her parents would not come to visit. She laid out the fundamentals of their collective financial collapse, but did not blame her husband for it all, though our research indicated it was, indeed, his entire fault. 

"So, it has come down to this. Wednesday, tomorrow, we have to be out or the cost of the default will be twenty times more. We have to leave everything. They offer that and we release the value of the property to them, with all it contains and we are free and clear. Not even any residual debt." She shrugged. "The furniture is all financed too. If we tried to fight it, we would lose everything and get stuck with huge debts and the stuff is not worth that any longer so we cannot even sell it to relieved the debt. John said it was better to develop credit in the US. We did and now it is going to ruin us. 

"They offered to take it all and leave us with nothing. It is a great offer, less than nothing or nothing. I am not sure why they make it but that is our only option unless we want to try fighting it. I have nothing left to fight it with. My husband is not much of a fighter. He runs better than he fights. Not really a coward but inept. He tried. I never thought we could go through my inheritance but we did." She drank again. "This economy has raped a good many people who thought they had saved for a rainy day. Turns out they were living in a house made of tea leaves. Rain makes a mess of it." She drank again. Now she was crying. 

I stood up, not sure what to do. 

Vidya looked up at me, her eyes wide, glistening with tears. "Don't go. Please." 

I stared down at her tear streaked face. "I want to help. I must help. I cannot let this happen to you. Can you tell me, if I can arrange money, cash, how much would you need?"

"How much? What do you mean?"

"If I can arrange for cash enough for you to live here, say another year, to buy you time, how much would you need?" 

"In exchange for what? Why would you do this?"

I sat down. I pulled her hand between mine. "Vidya, I want to help. Please let me. Tell me how much so I can see if I can help."

She nodded, sat back and began to calculate in her head. "Sixty thousand, US, for the house and furnishings for a year. We owe another forty in arrears. In India, if I let you do this, perhaps I would become a whore. I would be expected to give sex for your help."

I smiled. "This is America." I could not think of what else to say. 

There were tears in her eyes. 

I stood up. "I have contacts, people in my family who have interests in the area. Perhaps, perhaps I can help."

She was openly crying now and I was lost. I did not know what to do. I hate it when a woman cries. I can smack a crying man without compunction but a woman just does something to me. I want to fix it and make it all better, even if I can't. I felt like such a shit raining this down on her like this and plotting to get into her knickers as well. But I managed to quell this sort of thinking with the observation that if I did not get involved, the default would have come with no options at all but 'bad' and 'worse'! But I could not lie to her. I sat back down. 

"Vidya, I need to be honest with you. This is America and we are a little different than India but not much. I want you. I am willing to spend a lot of money to insure that I have you. But I want you to be happy, comfortable, safe. You can keep your husband if you love him, if you want him. But if I can get this money, you will have to fuck. The only way I want you to agree to this is if you understand this; that the money supposes that you will give me your body for my use and pleasure or to be sold to anyone I wish. But I assure you, I will not sell you for money. I will sell you to your pleasure. I want to find the greatest pleasures you dream of and see that you get them, over and over again. We may never be able to duplicate the ecstasy of last night but we can try. I want you, Vidya and if you want me too, then here is a way to deal with your disaster. I will go now. You think about it. I will return this evening for your answer. 

She was weeping when I left and I had a sinking feeling that I had buggered the lot of it. But there was nothing to be done. I could not deceive her further. And I did want her. My god, I was quaking with adrenaline while I was that close to her. I returned to my house and validated I had the cash and put it into a brief case. Then I drew up the papers. About six I walked over to her house again. Saint John's truck was in the drive, filled with plastic storage containers, each neatly labeled with comic book titles and taped shut. 

I rang the doorbell. Vidya greeted me with tears in her eyes. I followed her to the kitchen to find a devastatingly handsome man, tanned, with an open-necked white shirt, tan pants and loafers lounging at the table sipping a gin and tonic. I could smell it, it was so strong and I could see the lime. 

Vidya stood beside him, her hand on his shoulder. She was dressed in traditional Indian dress, a sari with a short vest over the garment covering her breasts. She was surpassingly beautiful. She introduced us. 

"So? You want to make my wife a whore?" Saint John said, ignoring my hand. He poured himself more gin from the bottle on the table and regarded me as he drank from the glass, ice tinkling as he drained it. 

I shook my head. "I want to purchase your wife. Here are my terms." I handed the documents to him. 

He took several minutes to flip through them, perusing them with an arched eyebrow. He had long chestnut brown hair and a mustache to match. While he read them, Vidya got a glass and poured me some wine and offered it to me. I accepted. After a few minutes, he tossed it on the table. "Agreed." He said. "I can stay here but I cannot fuck my own wife, is that right?"

I nodded. 

He rose up, a tall man with a distinct slouch. "I am staying at the club. When you calculated our budget, you included the membership for next year, right?"

Vidya's eyes, glistening with tears, shook her head. 

The man cursed. "Bloody bitch! Can you add another twenty grand to that total? I am sure she can work it off. Sounds like an easy deal to me! I don't know what you are crying about."

"I will arrange that. But I will pay the club bill myself. The money goes to your wife, in her name. She will give money to you as she sees fit. Any marital congress between you two will be added to the balance. If you want to help work it off, I could arrange that as well." 

The man hesitated, shook his head then smiled. "Agreed." He signed the various places on the contracts which required it of him. Without another word, he shook my hand and left. 

Vidya sat down, staring at the table. "I cannot believe it. We are saved."

"You are owned." I said. "There may be a difference." I turned to go. 

Vidya wiped her eyes and stood up. She looked at me. "Are you going to leave?" She asked. "Don't you want your Hindu Kali?" She struck a pose, thrusting her hip out to the side and her hands to the opposite side in imitation of a classical Hindu painting. "You have purchased me. Don't you want to take me now?"

I shrugged. "You are not mine till the contract is signed and you have the money." 

She sat and signed, her hand shaking. 

I moved to sit in the living room, staring at the yellow and purple scarves on the floor. 

She positioned herself before me. "Are you going to take me now? Or do you only take what you do not own?" She asked. 

Something about her words sounded like a challenge and my spine straightened. I walked over to her. Her head came to about my chin. I put my hands on her shoulders and she leaned into me, placing her forehead against my chest. She stepped back then and started to undress. "You will never figure out how to get this off without tearing it up." She said softly, unfastening the costume. Then she stopped herself. "Do you want me?" She asked? "Do you want to shag me now that you own me or is the thrill gone now?"

I nodded dumbly but realized that it answered nothing. I touched her chin, tilting her head up and bent over her, touching my lips lightly to hers. Her lips moved when I touched them, pressing against mine. Her hand rose to my shoulder and laid lightly on me, just her open hand. My eyes closed as she kissed me. I backed away and she resumed removing her clothing. Parts of it dropped away and soon her breasts, bare brown with dark, almost black nipples appeared. She wore panties which she skimmed down her short legs, standing before me naked. I realized that I had not seen her naked before, I had only felt her body responding to ecstasy. 

"Take me." She said simply. 

Her naked patience goaded me into action. "Turn around." I hissed, my wine coated throat was dry and seemed unable to swallow. She pivoted, turning her back on me. Her body was lush, her breasts heavy and full with long sharp nipples. She turned and showed me her back. Her back was smooth red-brown skin, strong and upright. Her hips swelled to either side of her body forming a ridge where her waist was and then straight lines up to her breasts. The hips tapered down to just above her knees which were delicate and distinct. But her thighs were strong, rippling as she swayed before me. I approached her again, my hands looped under her arms placing my hands right at her breasts. I kissed her back. I grasped her by the tits and pulled her compact body back to me. It seemed to come alive but she made no sound. 

I found her nipples and pinched each in turn. No sound. But her ass pressed back against my thighs. My cock was hard, uncomfortably bent in my jeans. Something about her silence and her stillness puzzled me. I decided to test a theory. "Undress me." I said softly. 

Vidya turned quickly and set to work. She removed my shirt and kissed my nipples, sucking each of them for a moment before undoing my jeans and shucking then down my legs. My cock stood out under the damp spot on my briefs. She knelt and untied my running shoes. She slipped them off and I stepped out of my jeans. She put both hands against my cock, pressing it upward inside my briefs. She was on her knees, her back straight, her hips covering her heels, her breasts gently swaying with each motion. She was gazing up at me. "I want to suck you." She said. "I will suck you. Then you can have me, any way you want."

"How about for a week?"

Vidya smiled. "Something about you makes me want you to position me on my back and plunge your, your, your cock, yes, your cock in to my quim. I want you to fuck me!" She nodded, looking pleased with herself; sounded good to me. Her British accent made her words seem like music to my dull American ears. She pulled at my underwear, revealing my cock. She peeled the briefs down to my thighs and then wrapped one small hand around my very hard cock. She rose up a bit and put the end to her lips. For several minutes she just sat and kissed the end of it, licking it from time to time with her tongue. I was becoming increasingly aroused and somewhat concerned about coming all over her face when what I wanted was to do what she described, filling her on her back. She seemed unhurried. 

When she did take the tip into her mouth, I cried out because her teeth ran along the upper and lower sides of my cock, scraping it painfully. But then the teeth were gone and her mouth became all tongue and sucking lips. Her lips nibbled at the shaft of my cock as she sucked, pulling at the head and the length of it with suction and her lips. Her hands fondled my balls and caressed my legs. She rose up onto her knees and pushed my cock deeply into her gaping mouth. I looked down her body, at her dangling, wavering breasts and the wide expanse of her ass. I knew I wanted that great big ass. I wondered if anyone had been up her ass. 

"Vidya?" I said, intending to ask. For a moment, she ignored me pushing her mouth farther onto my cock, so far, in fact that I did not care that I was being ignored. She pulled back, let my bobbing cock free from her glistening lips. 

"Pardon?"

I felt caught so asked the question I originally conceived but should have forgotten. "Have you ever taken it up the ass?"

When I asked, she had been eyeing my cock, like she was estimating how to get it all into her mouth again. I am a bit bigger than average, good enough to suffice and not so big to inspire size-based comments or fear for that matter. When I spoke, I broke her concentration and I feared my incautious question would put her off.

"My ass? No. Never. Would you like to fuck me in the ass? My bum usually gets spanked. I have had plenty of that, bum smacking. Then they shag the shit out of me."

"Do you like that?" 

She nodded. "I come like a firecracker after I have been flogged good and then shagged. I love that, I do." She smiled. "I am a bit of a slag, actually. I don't look like it but shagging is my favorite team sport, participating or watching." She cocked her head, considering as she stared up at me, though her hands were busy on my cock, massaging it. "I bet you shag a lot. Can I watch you shag someone sometime? I love watching. Gets me wow oh wow, yeah! But then you must fuck me!" She said. "I don't mean just watching. That is one thing my hubby used to like was me watching while he rogered some slag. But then he brought home another bloke and I came with him too much I guess and John lost interest in sharing me." 

She stopped talking and my cock disappeared into her mouth. She withdrew from it again. Her lips peeled back and then contracted around the tip and she shoved my cock back into her mouth. For a moment, the second sudden envelopment threatened to cause an eruption. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up and off my cock. I directed her onto her back on the couch. Her legs opened. She had plenty of hair on her cunt, tangled and wild and long. Vidya hooked a heel on the back of the couch and dropped the other off the edge. "Shag me." She said. "Fuck me, Mr. Gale. Fuck me good." 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 09



I mounted her, thinking of that wondrous ass, wanting it in my hands when I sank into her. But she was tight, soft and welcoming; clinging to me like a glove. When I pulled back after being half a cock deep in her body, her hips rose with me before her pussy relaxed and dropped, releasing my cock back into the wild. She directed my cock back to her entrance and I jammed it deeply into her body again. I balanced poorly on the couch, finally needing to put one leg on the floor to keep us poised. I had no leverage, then. She fucked herself on my cock but I could get no good tempo going. 

"Let's use the bed." Vidya said softly. I nodded and got off of her. She rose and padded deeper into the house, then up some shallow stairs that curled around to a sort of loft. A low, oddly shaped bed was butted against the railing of the balcony. Vidya got on the bed and rolled onto her back. I wanted that but I had heard her. I resolved to enter her for the feel of it and then give her the flogging she desired.

I parted her legs. I bent over her breasts and kissed the hard nipples. She did not respond. I took one between my teeth and pressed at it with my tongue, keeping it trapped between my upper teeth and my tongue to control the pressure. 

"Yesssssssss." Vidya hissed. "More of that. Harder." 

I moved my tongue away and bit down gently on the hard nub of her nipple. 

"Aiiiiiyyaaa!" She shrieked. Her body twitched beneath me but her hands held my head rigidly in place over her proud breast. I chewed her nipple and then bit down again, a little harder. I released the nipple and repeated the routine on her other one. Each time, she screamed, grunted and humped up at me. After the fifth hard bite, she grunted, "In me." 

That was enough invitation. I uncoiled my body and lay straight on her. She possessed my cock with both hands, positioning it and then taking it fluidly into her seething pussy. Vidya hunched her cunt up at me and her short legs hooked onto my thighs. This gave her unbelievable leverage and she began to fuck me with short, complete strokes, jamming my cock into her cunt with precise motions. She shuddered and then she was coming. It came and went so fast I doubted it was truly an orgasm. I tried to pull free but her legs kept her hooked onto my cock, keeping me buried in her body. She repeated her motion, humping against me and then spasming again. She repeated this several times before finally she groaned deeply and her legs released me. Her cunt was working around my cock like it was chewing me without teeth. I pulled free of her channel with a wet pop. Her eyes opened. Her hands rubbed her nipples. I thought she would speak but though her mouth opened, she said nothing. 

I backed away from her. "Get up." I said. Her face registered shock. 

She nodded and struggled to her feet. 

"Get me a belt." I said softly. My clothes were down stairs. Her eyes registered my intention and she rose and padded to a closet. She emerged with a narrow white belt which she handed to me. I doubled it and cracked it against my hand. "How would you like it?" I asked. 

Vidya crawled onto the bed on her knees, dropped her face onto her arms and lifted her arse. I whipped the belt across her huge ass immediately. Vidya made no sound. I repeated the stroke and her ass flinched, twitching to the side, away from me. I began a steady assault on her lower back, hips, ass and upper thighs. Even in the dimness of the loft bedroom, I could see the color rise in her brown skin as I beat her. Her ass was shivering with each stroke and swaying back and forth. At one point I stopped long enough to enter her pussy with a finger. Vidya merely grunted and pushed back at the digit. I let her feel it in her for a moment and then resumed the punishment of her ass and legs. Her ass was huge. My hands looked small when I opened them wide on it, rubbing each cheek, feeling the heat that simmered in the welts I raised on her skin. Then, I hit her hard and she shrieked and rose up, her hands rubbing her ass. She rolled onto her back and her legs open. 

"Now. In me. In me. Shag me, fuck me, make me come. Please Josh. Now."

I mounted her immediately and her ass began to shake as soon as I put weight behind my plunging cock. I clasped her ass with my hands and she grunted and then her ass began to pound hard up at me, over and over again. At first, I tried to meet her strokes but soon she was fucking me so fast that all I could do was hold on to her ass and keep my cock lodged deeply in her cleft. Her feet were planted on the futon bed and she was arching from the feet and shoulders to fuck me with her boiling pussy. 

Vidya groaned and groaned and then suddenly her whole body was quaking. She dropped to the bed and her groans turned to a sort of guttural keening from deep in her chest. It sounded like an animal, each time her hips slapped against me, raising me up but pounding the cock in her pussy more firmly inside her body. She seemed to growl and grunt and then she came again. Her body quivered and her feet came up, dropping her burning ass onto the bed. Her legs hooked me and she continued to jerk up at me. I bent to the side and found her lips. Vidya kissed me over and over again, pulling at my lower lip with her lips and chewing at me with her teeth, while her tongue pushed over and over again into my mouth. She grunted and pulled me with heels and hands full onto her surging body. She arched, lifting me high off the bed, her breasts stretched taut, nipples erect and hard. I took one in my mouth and bit down on it and Vidya screamed. The orgasm which tore through her began in her cunt and summoned mine. I was coming into her body as she shook and grunted and hissed at me through several distinct orgasms. She shook and her ass pounded up and down. She shuddered while her ass shifted from side to side and then up and down, massaging my cock with her writhing cunt. 

My orgasm faded and she lay still. I think I must have blacked out because I woke to her pushing at me, gasping for breath. I rolled free of her sticky body. She got up and padded to the bathroom. She washed and then came with a cloth and cleaned me, wiping me from toes to forehead. Then she took my cock into her mouth, sucked me erect and mounted me. Vidya rode me to a dozen orgasms from on top. Her dancing came into view, doing things with her hips I did not think possible but she never once dislodged my cock from her pussy. The first few times she came, she only leaned forward, hands on my chest, bowing her head, never making a sound. Later, I began to pinch and twist her nipples. The first time, soon after her new orgasm began, she shrieked and collapsed fully on me. Her lips nibbled at my skin, pulling at my shoulder and neck. I put my hands on her hips and began to massage her burning cheeks. She grunted. 

I pulled them apart and probed her crack with my finger till it fell into the little crater of her ass hole. She pushed back on my finger and the first knuckle pressed into her body. Vidya grunted and sat up, dislodging me. I grabbed her hips and as she resumed riding me, I began to hunch up at her as she came down. The first couple times she grunted and then as I became more emphatic with each upward thrust, she screamed a wordless shriek which turned into a grunting chant. I arched my back and pulled her hips down onto my cock. She shuddered and screamed out as she came, her hands became claws on my chest. She slumped but then revived when I hunched up again, shoving my cock into her sopping pussy. She began to ride me again, rocking her monstrous hips as she rode my cock, sheathing it with her voluptuous pussy. 

She rode me and was coming more or less constantly on my cock as I arched up into her pummeling body. I approached orgasm and when I rolled her onto her back, I was ready to come. Her face was below me. I squatted back and grasped her hips and began to pull her body into my lap. She responded by fucking me from that position, sheathing her pussy as far as she could onto my cock. I finally lay down on her again and began to thrust into her with violent blows of my ass, driving my tingling cock into her over and over again. She screamed and I began come again. She grasped me by the ass and pulled at me in time with my twitching orgasm, till it was finished and her channel was awash with our love juice. I moved off of her and lay on my back. 

Vidya cleaned us both again and then cuddled up with her face in the hollow of my neck. Her oozing pussy mounted the point of my hip and began to grind on the bone at my waist. We slept. I woke in the night and mounted her again. She made no sound as I plunged into her. We fucked for half an hour before I dumped a third load into her pussy. I thought about her ass but decided to save that for later. Morning found Crowley at the door, all official menace and somber authority. When she paid him in cash, he wrote the receipt and left, the very image of disappointment. I think he sensed the erogenous potential and actual willingness in the woman and would have liked the opportunity to experience it. When he was gone, we ate breakfast. 

"My goodness." She said when we had finished an English breakfast. "I do not know what to do with myself." 

"I would suggest you go deposit the cash in an account your husband does not have access to." I said, finally beginning to think straight again. 

Vidya nodded. 

"Can I ask you a question, purely business?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Are you on the Holdingsfield board?"

For a moment she regarded me and then she shook her head. 

"Do you know how to get onto the board?" I pursued. 

She did not answer immediately. "You should talk to Aurora. Or Eve." She looked me in the eyes and then lowered them. "I doubt you can get onto the board. Only women, only women can, I mean the board members are all female. I never thought about it before but there are no males on the board." She looked up at me. "You could be the first man to be on the board." 

I nodded and let the moment slip past. Aurora? A diminutive black woman, beautiful and brash. She was a challenge I was not sure I was ready for. The mood lifted with the extended silence. we agreed to have supper together that night. I went home to work, or whatever, and she went off to settle the various accounts she had pending. My lust for her was overpowering. Something about her made me feel a powerful sexuality which pervaded me. It distracted me all day. But, for all that, I was finally getting down to business. The fucking investment was beginning to mature.



A Fucking Investment Ch. 10



This series has been quiescent for awhile but it is back. First, thanks to James L for helping with the edit. I appreciate the help. There is a lot more to this story to come. Hope you enjoy it. If you wish to be included in notifications of future episodes, send me a note with your email and I'll add you to my mailing list. Invest well! -C

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The day after Vidya affected me like a hangover. Our planned supper had been pushed because I got a call from Sharon. I ended up spending the rest of the evening working through a buyout contract that had gone south and needed attention. The business was rift with fraud but fat with assets so the whole thing was valuable but more trouble than we first assessed and figured into the acquisition budget. It was late, nearly one when we finished and I came up for air and realized I had stood Vidya up. I thought about sneaking over to her house and surprising her but then a wave of fatigue washed through me and I decided I wanted to sleep alone, with the accent on sleep. 

So I went to sleep; it was more like a descent into catatonia. I hit the bed and did not stir till the doorbell roused me. I struggled awake, my body throbbed with fatigue. The bell rang again, a trill of deep chimes that were calculated to prevent being ignored. They hurt my teeth. I found my robe and stumbled to the door, feeling like it was still oh-dark thirty despite the blinding sunlight that penetrated my house. 

I hesitated before the door, hand on the handle. I had a vision of an irate and hurt Vidya on the other side and steeled myself to the task of making it all up to her. I felt the thrill at the thought of the belly dancer. I opened the door. 

"Hello!" The blond woman said, her brilliant smile made me wince. 

"Mrs. Simpson." I said, unable to keep the disenchantment from my voice. Her smile dimmed. At that point, I noticed the man standing behind her. He was turned three-quarters away from stage front, me in other words and was staring at the ground, thumbs hooked in his belt loops, slouching and still. 

Jennifer Simpson turned and glared at the man. "This is my husband, Jeff. We are here to sign the papers." She said, her voice dulled a bit. Her husband looked up to the sky. Jennifer's voice brightened. "Can we come in?"

For a moment I did not move. My momentary expectation that Vidya would be there had roused my cock and the feeling of her ass against my abdomen while her pussy enveloped my cock flashed through me and so I wore a tent in my pants. Jennifer's eyes dropped to my crotch and all hint of reservation in her mood vanished. Her eyes twinkled and she looked up into mine with a perfectly open and eager expression. She did not speak. 

We stood like that for a while, till the man turned to look at us, hooked in by our curious silence. 

My cock did not retreat. Jennifer wore a sleeveless blouse buttoned, well almost buttoned up the front. It was a curiously mixed plaid that suggested a country girl, except for the fact only the two buttons were fastened, one above and one below the ridge formed by her breasts. The blouse must have been a size or two small because it V'd above and below, showing cleavage and her white belly, pocked with her belly button. The perfect white skirt fell off her hips like a sheath of snow drifted down off a round house. 

Vidya ghosted behind this provocative blond in my head. I shook it to clear her image from behind my eyes. I stared in the silence at this woman who had claimed to be attracted to being owned, my mind finally catching up with my body which was already responding to her. The blond had her intended affect and I was able to recognize it. I was awake. When the man looked at us, I felt the oddness of the moment and clicked into a socially acceptable mode. 

"Of course, please come in. I am sorry, I had a late night and am getting a late start." I shook my head as I backed away from the door. "What day is it?" 

Jennifer pursued me into the house. Jeff, her husband, followed, his loose-jointed gait seemed too casual by far given the circumstances. You'd think he was tense, given their purpose at my front door. 

"Make yourselves at home. Let me take a shower and get dressed." 

"No need." Jeff said laconically. 

I ignored him. He was not sullen but he did not have the same perky eagerness his wife displayed. But then, a man selling his wife's body could hardly be expected to be dancing a jig at the prospect. I factored that into my estimate of the man. I left them in the living room with an apology. I trudged back to the shower. Fifteen minutes later I emerged, refreshed, filled with foreboding, the presence of Vidya surrounding me. I confess, all I wanted to do was to get the blond and her husband out of my house and consciousness so I could puzzle out how to deal with my neglect of the belly dancer. My instinct was to be apologetic but then I realized as I stepped out of the shower that I owned her too. I owed her nothing; she owed me. Standing her up was my right. I still felt like a shit, though. I just was less sure I was going to do anything about it. Maybe I just needed to get over it. 

When I got to the living room, it was empty. I smelled coffee though and found Jennifer and Jeff in the kitchen. He slouched against the counter, sipping a cup, regarding my approach through his bushy black eyebrows. I stopped, meeting his gaze with my own, steady and clear. He did not look away but regarded me like he was looking through me. 

"Mr. Gale. Good morning. I am sorry we got you out of bed." Jennifer said. "Coffee?"

I reflexively nodded, despite my preference for tea. Something about the woman made me want to please her. I had it all backwards in the ownership department. I took the proffered cup and sipped it. "Wow!" I said. "That is great! That may be the best coffee I ever tasted. What is it?"

"A secret." She said, delight enlightening her face. 

"Jenny makes the best coffee in the world. The girl can cook, too. She'll make you fat as a tick." 

I looked over at Jeff Simpson. I set down my coffee on the table, by the sheaf of papers there. "Joshua Gale." I said, extending my hand. 

Jeff looked at my hand then lifted his eyes to mine. Finally he wiped a hand on his jeans and shook my hand. His grip was firm but his skin was clammy. I wanted to wipe my hand when he released it but I didn't. 

"Please to meet you, Mr. Gale. Shall we get down to business?" He gestured at the papers on the table. 

"Jeff, honey, don't be pushy." Jennifer said, her face clouding and a profound frown creasing her cheeks. 

The man looked down at the floor and then sipped his coffee. A flush of color pinked his cheeks. He eyes tightened. Then he looked over at her. "I am sorry, Jennifer, I just want to get this over with." 

I could see Jennifer was about to say something so I spoke into the pending scrum. "I respect a man who gets right down to business. Anything you need to discuss?" 

Jeff shook his head, not looking at me or anything. His eyes seemed fixed six feet in front of him about knee high; or they were seeing something distant and not present at all. 

I nodded. "I don't have the money, the cash I mean, right this moment." I did not make excuses; there was no need to explain how I spent the previous day. "I can get it this afternoon if you want." 

Jeff waved a hand. "We signed what you need signed. I got a couple copies. One for both of us and one for you. You need them notarized or anything?" 

"No, that is not necessary. This is, after all an informal agreement." 

"Feels pretty official to me." He said, he set down the coffee cup. "Do you want to look over the docs? We added a couple things. I want us to be clear that you own her. She is yours." He looked around. "I'll be right back." 

He slouched out of the kitchen and a moment later I heard the front door open and close. I sat at the table, ignoring Jenny. She sipped her coffee. I flipped through the contract, looking for notations. I found a couple and read them over. 

"Jenny Simpson will be owned full body for use and at the whim of Joshua Gale till the debt is repaid. The debt will be retired at his discretion for services rendered by Mrs. Simpson. Jeff Simpson will have no further responsibilities for her body." The scrawl ran across the bottom of a page. Both of them had initialized it. The legalese in the contract must not have satisfied them. The door opened and closed. I heard Jeff arrive behind me. 

"Hand me a pen." I said to Jennifer. 

She did and when I took it from her hand and looked up at her, she beamed. The moment felt surreal and for a moment, I felt the strangeness of what I was doing. The strangeness would never stop me but I savored it for a moment, like a strange spice that tasted familiar. For some reason, not knowing what was going to happen next was a relief from the inevitability of how my businesses tended to operate. We could see the future coming as us like an avalanche and sometimes that bored me to tears. At this moment, initialing and signing the contract that would transfer this woman's body to my control, I felt the difference in my life. The back of my neck tingled. I felt Jeff behind me and thought I should look around at him. 

I had some speech about how odd this must be for him and that he should feel free to discuss anything that becomes onerous, I could be very open minded but his sex with his wife was over for the moment. I was going to review the fiscal penalties for availing himself of his wife's sexual abilities in the future. However, seeing him standing behind me with two pink suitcases, one in each hand stopped my toiling mind from giving those thoughts voice by changing them. "What's this?" I asked, puzzled. 

Mr. Simpson set the suitcases on the carpet. His eyes were tense. He had something in his hand. He moved to his wife and, while I looked on, he fastened a collar around her perfect neck. It was a black, studded collar with chrome studs. He turned it around till he found an eye fixed delicately into the shiny black leather. He released a delicate chain from one hand. It dropped to the floor, maybe six or eight feet of fine-linked silver chain. He clicked the end into the eye on the collar and then gathered up the chain. 

Jennifer looked like she was about the burst. Her eyes shone and she was continually licking her lips, her pink tongue swiping over them again and again like she was staring at her favorite food. The most striking thing was her silence. Throughout the whole procedure, she did not move nor speak. Her lips trembled a little when the chain dropped down the front of her body, brushing over her breasts as it dangled from the collar around her neck. 

"What are you doing?" I said, stunned by what I was seeing. 

Jeff Simpson stepped over to me, jerking on the chain which made Jennifer take an awkward step forward. He extended the end of the chain to me. "She is yours," he said. He held his stance and pose till I took the chain from his hand. "Fuck her, don't fuck her, sell her, rent her, ignore her, she is yours." When I did not respond to him into the silence between us, he nodded and walked away from us. He disappeared around the corner. 

I sat holding Jennifer Simpson's chain in my hand, nonplussed and thrilled and confused by the obviousness of the action in light of what I was asking. I did not hear the door open and after a moment, turned to look in the direction where Jeff had disappeared. A moment later, as if sensing I was looking at him, he reappeared, walking to the table, standing back from me a couple feet. 

"Stand up." He said, through gritted teeth. 

I looked up at him and not liking that feeling, I got to my feet. 

He moved with catlike agility, a simple but emphatic motion. He grabbed me by the shirt, just below the chin and put his face very close to me. His breath struck me in the face. I smelled chewing tobacco. "You own her but if you lay a hand on her, mark her or do anything to hurt her, I swear to you I will kill you." Then he smiled, "I will have you killed and not easily. Own her but if you fucking hurt her . . . " His voice trailed off. 

I looked slowly over at Jennifer and she appeared to be swelling with pride, her hands clasped before her, right over her pussy, blending perfectly against the brilliant white skirt. Her eyes shone and she was shifting her weight back and forth, popping her knees up and back as she fidgeted. The motion made her hips sway invitingly back and forth. She was a vision. I looked back at Jeff. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, seriously, feeling my shirt tight about my neck. 

Jeff held me for a couple more heartbeats before releasing his grip. He nodded. "She, she has always wanted to be a love slave. She wanted me to own her, to put that collar on her for years, since our first Christmas. She gave it to me, with the chain and waited for me to put it onto her neck." He shook his head, stepping back from me, his whole body communicating the will to flee resisted by his inner strength. "I am not that guy. I loved her but she wants to kneel and to have me order her around and fuck her like a whore all the time. She wanted me to share her with my friends, to, to sell her when we were on vacation. None of that is me. I fucking hated it. But it made her miserable, being with me like I am. 

"She says she wanted a little less Madonna and a little more whore in my treatment of her. Not the Madonna, the other Madonna, in Rome. Jennifer has been so unhappy with me. I just want her to be happy. Selling her," he half smiled, an expression that might have been a smirk but his eyes belied that. They crinkled with tension and stress. 

"She is yours. Perhaps you can make her happy. If you sell her cunt, rent it out like a whore, that should make her happy. If you do that...I, I just couldn't. That's why..." He gestured at his lovely wife and the sagging chain draped from my hand to her white, porcelain neck. "That's why we are here. Why we are doing this." He grinned then, an expressionless mask covered his face leaving only his dark eyes, small and tense. "That and the money. We need the money but...but she wants this, to be this to you, for you." He shook his head and in that moment his shoulders relaxed, dropping a few inches and he wiped his eyes with thumb and forefinger. Everything about him spoke of relief. "She is yours now." 

I nodded, still stunned. While I commanded many, many people none of them were attached to me with a collar and chain; there was the right to work for me as well as the implied right to quit and betray me. I took the responsibility of being the boss seriously and relied on inducements and incentives to gain and keep loyalty. I had avoided or never faced this sort of connection to a woman. My hand got heavy and I lowered it, slowly. 

Jeff Simpson turned to go but then stopped, his back to me. "Uh, there is one other thing. Her sister is coming to stay with us for a weekend. Jennifer should probably come back for that time. If you agree to that, we are fine. In fact, any time we have guests who know us, I would like Jennifer to come back to the house. Is that all right?" 

His tone and manner had been all direction and authority but now his voice cracked over his shoulder at us. 

"That's fine." I said immediately being my normal agreeable self. "When?" 

"I'll let Jennifer know." Jeff said and walked out of the door. 

I was dumbstruck. My thumb ran over the fine links of the silver chain. After a moment, I looked at Jennifer. Tension tightened her face. She watched me like a hawk watches a rat caught in the open, which seems ironic in its way. Curious how it felt, then, not clear who controlled this relationship, the owner or the owned. I glanced down at the chain in my hands and then back at Jennifer. Her face did not change. I stood up. She took a step back. I moved towards her and she moved back, real fear tinging her expression. She pressed against the kitchen counter as I approached. Before her, I reached for her hand and lifted it up between us. I held still till she looked from my eyes to her own hand. I put the chain into her hand and stepped back.  

"Mrs. Simpson, I think you misunderstood this arrangement. It does not involve chains or collars or moving into my house." I spoke in a voice I did not recognize. I sounded...I did not sound like myself. "You need to make other arrangements." 

For a dozen heartbeats, she did not move; her eyes did not blink. Her hand stayed between us, the slight silver chain tucked between her fingers. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. "I don't think I have what you want." I croaked. 

My voice snapped her out of her trance, or her reverie. She smiled. She dropped the chain. She fingered the collar, turning it till she figured out the buckle. She opened it, bending the leather tongue and releasing the pin that held it cinched around her neck. "Mr. Gale, let's take a moment. A moment of your time, that is all I ask." The collar opened and she removed it from around her neck. She gathered up the chain and then extended it all to me. "This is yours. Hold onto it and then, well, we'll see. At least listen for a while." 

I nodded but I did not take the collar from her. I needed a drink but it wasn't noon so I got a glass of water and downed it. It did not help. I turned away from the sink and found Jennifer sitting at the table. She watched me, her big blue eyes crystal clear and wide open. Mine must have been wide closed because she chuckled. Not a girlish giggle but a subdued laugh of a very self-assured woman. 

It scared me a little bit. 

"Please sit down." She said, moving a chair out from the table. I found my way to it and as I moved past her, her hand caressed my still very hard dick. Her touch unnerved me. When her hand left me, I wanted it back. I felt a longing for her touch again, like the moment a cool breeze ends in a blistering hot summer's day. 

I sat down. I had that feeling you get after waking from a very vivid dream; the feeling that you are not sure you are awake. 

"You really have not thought this whole concept of owning women through very thoroughly have you?" She asked, watching me. 

I duly shook my head. I had, really, but it did not seem like I should disagree with her at that moment. Then it struck me that I owned her, not the other way around. My back straightened. "Mrs. Simpson," I was about to berate her but hesitated. In mid-sentence I changed my tack. "Why don't you tell me what you have in mind, please. Pretend for the moment that you did not just sign a contract to give me your body and that your husband did not just leave you and your luggage in my front room. Tell me what I am missing." 

She sort of smirked but it transformed into a smile and it left her beaming. "I am making lemonade out of lemons, Joshua, er, Mr. Gale." She glanced away, in the direction that Jeff had exited. "All of our marriage, I have been pushing Jeff to take the lead, to be a man and not a man-child. I realized, eventually I was undercutting him, demeaning him, fighting against him in everything. I changed my approach. I told him he had to lead, he had to own me and make me his bitch, make me do what he wanted. I would not fight him, but I would never volunteer to do anything." She shrugged expansively and her breasts roiled, demanding I stare. I did. 

When my eyes left her breasts, Jennifer continued. "I decided to leave the running of our life to him and told him so. I told him that I had a fantasy, that he would tie me up and fuck me, that he would offer me to his friends . . . I said 'offer' without any clear idea of whether he would ever let them have me or not. The whole idea was for him to control me, to use me, sexually, for his benefit whatever that was. For a while, he blended with that. He ordered me around. We played at having a maid and I was the maid and he would demand things of me before bending me over the table and mounting me like a stallion. I sucked his cock. Anytime. Anywhere. All he had to do was ask. I swallow, Mr. Gale. I will always swallow. I like that slick, smooth feeling of cum in my mouth." She actually shivered. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 10



"Jeff is a western guy. His cowboy boots are not for show. He was a cowboy, rode broncos and everything. But, well, he, I..." She shifted in her chair. "He came home one night to find me on my knees. I wanted him to grab me by the hair and make me suck his cock. I was so ready to be fucked. I wanted it, but I did not want to demand it. I did not want to push him, or to tell him what I wanted. I wanted him to treat me like I was his slut." 

She looked away, chewing her lower lip before resuming. "I should tell you, the whole thing, being the servant, being ordered around, having him demand things from me, telling me what to do and then berating me when I did it...always making me wrong, giving me that delicious feeling of shame and the throbbing need to repair what I had damaged. It all made me incredibly hot. I got excited when he slapped me one time. I tried to suck his cock, he got crazy and left. He did not come back for three days and when he did, it smelled like pussy. I don't know who he fucked or why and I did not ask. I confessed to him later that the idea of him fucking another woman, the idea that he needed someone else made me incredibly horny. 

"I have had dreams of Jeff fucking most of the woman in the neighborhood. I always wake up crazy with lust. I'd watch while he knelt between their legs, his long, skinny cock erect and glittering with pre-cum. She watches him and then he bends over her and shoves it into her. She always cries out and lifts her ass to get him as deep as possible. He grabs her by the ass and fucks her till she is screaming and creaming and coming, or at least I think that is what is going on. Then I wake up." 

Jennifer looked down at the table. She lifted the collar and chain out of her lap and laid it on the table. The metal rattled, clinking in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. She stared at it. "I gave him this for Christmas a couple years back. He opened it and just got up and walked out of the house. Mr. Gale, I want you to have this. When our lives began to collapse, I started hinting at hooking, that he should begin to pimp me out, let me make money for us on my back or knees, taking cock however he could sell me. It just made him more morose. I don't think he ever understood that this was what I wanted. I was not trying to make him suffer or anything, I just wanted someone to lean into treating me like a..." She looked up at me.

"A what?" I finished. "A sex object?"

Her nod was so vigorous, her hair fell over her face. "Yes. Yes! I want to be an object, an object, a sex object without a will whose sole or at least main purpose in your household is sex. I want everyone to glimpse me and know that I am used for sex, used. I want to be used and used up. I want you to use me in ways I have never imagined—which might take some doing since I am widely read and have a great imagination. But I have plenty of innocence to despoil, though you might just consider it ignorance...I want to be a sex object without a will in the matter. I want you to use me for sex to your heart's content, whenever and wherever and however you wish. 

"Jeff loves me and, well, he just does not have it in him to make me do something I don't just love. This twist in me, it freaks him out. I like to be forced to fuck. I love to be pushed to my knees and have a hand knotted in my hair while I take his cock into my mouth and deeper, as deep as it goes without being detached. Jeff never demanded anything of me. He asked most of the time and I only got really turned on when he was angry and got rough with me. When he got riled, it made me hot and I was drippy slick when he entered me. It always surprised him. He does not understand. 

"I thought, when I heard about you making Liza and Val fuck for their money, when I heard the rumors that you would buy out debt in exchange for a contract for my body, I thought I had a solution for Jeff and me. You could own me and I, I would get what I have longed for that he could not understand or accept. I want to be your slave, your servant. I want you to take on the role of master and make me do whatever needs doing. I want you to train me, to direct me. I want to be your sex object. I want to be used like a dildo, put to the task of satisfying your sexual demands in any way whatsoever. I want that. I have said it and I will never say it again. You own me and only objects can be truly owned and I want to be owned in the worst way, every bad way you can conceive of. 

"Mr. Gale, I guarantee you this, if you let me do this, if you bother to try to find something that I will not do and then make me do it, I will come and come and come. I will have the world's best orgasm." The woman was panting when she fell silent, staring intently at me. 

I did not respond. My mind was back with Vidya. How was I going to apologize to her for standing her up? Then, like two pieces of a machine snapping into place, I saw it. I stood up and went back into my bedroom. I found my phone and returned to the kitchen. Jennifer had not moved. She sat just as I had left her but a little paler than before. Her lips quivered and her eyes glistened. She lifted her chin as though to speak but I had heard enough. I put a finger out and she clamped her lips closed. 

I dialed the phone, my memory for numbers is perfect. I knew Vidya's number. She answered after three rings. 

"Hello?" She panted. 

"Come to my house." I said. "You said you wanted to watch me shag someone sometime." 

Pause. Silence. "Yes. Yes, I did." Her voice was tripwire tight. "Now?"

I nodded then said, "Now." I disconnected and laid the phone on the table. 

Jennifer watched me like she had been starving and I was offering her food. 

"Go find a bedroom to make yours." I said. She rose to leave but I gestured to her. She came close. "Bend over." I whispered and she bent forward. I picked up the collar, opened it and fixed it around her neck, closing it carefully. Her blond hair hid her face. She shivered as I slipped the tongue into the loop and closed it on her neck. 

When I was done, she stood up. "Thank you, master." She said softly, trembling. "I can stay?"

She had persuaded me. It was fresh to me and, well, I was curious, curious if I could manage it. I found I wanted to try to balance her need to be dominated with my need to be the nice guy, the good guy, the gentleman. It seemed like a challenge but losing could be as fun as winning, so I nodded. "But do not speak." I added. "You want to be a sex object? Fine. I will use you till I get tired of having you here. So don't fuck it up." 

Jennifer nearly scampered if a woman of her composure and deportment could scamper. She disappeared upstairs, lugging first one then the other suitcase up and out of sight. When the doorbell rang, she appeared at the top of the stairs and looked at me as I sauntered to the front door. 

"Yes, come down. Please sit at the table." Something interesting occurred to me and I gestured at my neck. "Mrs. Simpson, take off the collar." She looked suitably distraught but fingered the band as she moved towards the table, removing it.

I waited at the door till Jennifer took a seat. The bell chimed again, grating at my nerves. She had moved through the house like a ghost, a blond, barefoot ghost, making nary a sound. I opened the door and confronted Vidya. She looked up at me, her eyes shining. 

"Who are you going to shag?" She said immediately, rocking up onto her tiptoes and back. The action made her breasts sway and that made me stare.

"Come in," I said after a slight delay. 

She stepped into the house but I did not move. My cock was hard. My heart hammered in my chest. I turned away from her, despite the urge to touch her, to ravish her against the wall. I heard her close the door behind me. I walked into the kitchen where Mrs. Simpson sat. 

Vidya halted behind me with a quiet gasp. I turned at the sound. She stared at the blond woman till she registered my eyes on her and then she gulped, smiled at me and nodded. "Hello, Mrs. Simpson. Nice to see you here." Her melodious mix of British and Indian accent riled me. 

"Mrs. Simpson is, she just signed a contract like yours. I own her. I wonder if you would like to help me finalize the agreement?"

Vidya's eyes became round and wide. She nodded but clearly had no idea what I was referring to. Her imagination seemed to run past her because one hand unconsciously moved to her full breast and squeezed it. Then her eyes found the collar laying on the table. I picked it up and extended it to her. "Put it on her, would you please." I said softly. 

Vidya blinked but did not move. 

"I am going to fuck her for you. You can watch. She'll do anything I want her to do and I think I will want a lot before you go home, Vidya." All thought of apologizing to the Indian woman was gone. She had that deer-in-the-headlights look in her eyes. "Maybe I will fuck your ass before we are done. If you are good enough, I will sell your ass to someone else. You understand, Vidya? I own you like I own her. The difference is that she is going to wear this collar everywhere she goes and when someone asks what it is for, she is going to suck their cock. No questions asked." 

"What if it is a woman?" Vidya said breathlessly. 

"Use your imagination." I returned. "Put it on her for me, will you." I waited. 

Vidya looked back and forth between the three of us; me, Jennifer and the collar. She finally shook her head. "I never ever thought of something like that." She said looking at the collar. She moved past me and picked it up. She fingered it, running her fingertips over the inner surface. "It's smooth." She said, then she looked at Jennifer. 

Mrs. Simpson was looking at her with undisguised lust. Her eyes glittered and her lips were parted. When Vidya turned the collar around and aimed it at her, Jennifer lifted her chin, exposing her neck. The chain rattled on the table top. Then Jennifer gathered her hair with her hands and lifted the blond sheaf out of the way. Vidya moved closer, rose to her tip toes and delicately she fit the collar onto the taller woman's neck. Jennifer sighed as it slide around her throat. Vidya turned it and put the tongue through the buckle and cinched it down, located the right hole and pierced it with the pin. She tested the fit and then turned it around so the chain was hanging down between Jennifer's breasts. She trailed her hand under the chain, pulling it through her hand till she got to the end, then she turned and handed it to me. Mrs. Simpson panted, her lips quivering. 

Vidya stood with her hand out, the end of the chain, which had a finger ring on it, lay across her palm. 

"Where do you think I should fuck her? What is the fantasy you have about this? On a bed? On that table there or against the wall? On the floor? You tell me. I will fuck her for you, while you watch. 

"Oh god, yes!" Jennifer hissed. "Just like this." 

"Her position in life is to be a sex object. She is going to be the receptacle of everyone else's fantasy. She will fulfill every whim of mine and any whim I want of yours I want to satisfy. I stood you up last night. I owe you something." 

Vidya smiled her brilliant smile. She shook her head vigorously. "No matter, darling." Her forehead creased. "I always imagined finding, seeing them fucking in the kitchen like this but, but the bed would be fine, too." 

I wanted to get the fantasy exactly right. "From behind or between her legs? Naked, clothed?"

Vidya's gaze blurred. "She is bent over a counter, I think. He is behind her. His cock is in her. From behind, yes I want, I want to see you fuck her from behind." 

I took the chain from Vidya's hand. It fell between Jennifer and I. I tugged on it and the blond rose effortlessly to her feet. "Do we know each other? Do we talk? Is it cheating or play? Are we fearful of getting caught or am I raping her?" My mind was spinning out scenarios without any real consideration of what might fit the moment. 

Jennifer gasped with anticipation, trembling before me, ignored as a sex object would be. 

Vidya shook her head. "No talking. No sound at all. I, he is fucking her. Start there." 

"Clothing?"

"Yes. Just like that. Dressed." 

I walked over to the counter. Jennifer automatically moved between me and it, turned her back to me, bending over and placing her elbows on the surface. She shifted her weight over till she ass leaning on them. She popped her hips up, arching her back. She groaned a soft "oh" as she took her position bent over the counter. 

"No, not like that." Vidya said, her voice twanging with urgency. She hurried to the counter and pulled Jennifer's arms out straight, forcing the woman to lie down. I preferred the other pose but this was Vidya's fantasy. I placed my hands on Jennifer's hips but Vidya grabbed hold of the hem of the skirt and pulled it high over Jennifer's back revealing her high-cut bikini panties. I noted her hand, she swiped her palm along Jennifer's back, feeling the white skin with her dark hand. There was more to this fantasy than she had told us yet. I was eager to get to the rest of it. 

"You are naked though." Vidya said, waving a hand at me. 

When I stepped back, and began to unbutton the cuffs on my oxford, she moved between me and Jennifer and pulled the woman's panties over the swell of the blond's ass. She then placed her hands on the woman's thighs and smoothed the panties down to the knees. I threw my shirt to the floor and unbuckled my slacks. Vidya pushed the panties down to Jennifer's ankles and when Jennifer lifted one foot, Vidya removed the panties from it, but left it looped around the other leg. I shucked my pants down my legs, including my briefs. When she rose, her hands smoothed up Jennifer's legs. Jennifer's ass rose as the hands ran up the outer surface of her thighs. Vidya released the woman, walked around to where her hands dangled over the counter top, gripped Jennifer's arms by the wrists and pulled her flat onto the counter. 

"Like that. Fuck her like that." She whispered. 

I was duly nude and approached the body bent over my counter. Her hips flexed twice, ripples of her muscles under the white skin made little shadows appear and then vanish. I gripped her hips and opened her. Jennifer shifted her legs wider and then her legs seemed to twist which presented me with her pussy. I could smell her arousal. I touched a finger to her pouting pussy lips and she groaned loudly. She was lusciously slick. I glanced up at Vidya, who was leaning back, putting her weight onto Jennifer's arms. Her eyes did not register the groan. 

I gripped my cock and touched the head to Jennifer's pussy lips. 

"Oh Christ! Oh fucking hell, fuck me!" Jennifer growled. 

"Yes, fuck her." Vidya growled too, not noticing the dialog. 

I pressed the head of my cock between Jennifer's pussy lips, seeking the entrance. She opened like a Broadway play and I slipped deep into her, half a cock deep perhaps. Her hips twitched, then she withdrew from me a little before trying to bang her body back at me, to sheath me completely into her cunt. I gripped her hips, pulled back, withdrawing my cock from her body. Jennifer shifted and tried to keep me enveloped, shuddering when she felt her body release me. The sound was a rich slurp as her body surrendered its clasp on my cock. I took my hands off of her hips and moved out of contact with her fevered flesh. She groaned and tried to look around but Vidya pulled harder on her arms. The tousled blond head remained between her elbows. 

I took firm hold of her hips and pulled against Vidya. The tensed resistance released and the curve of Jennifer's back relaxed. Her face was between her elbows. She wheezed when I touched her pussy with a questing finger again. I replaced my finger with the head of my cock and ran it into her once more as far as it would go. Not quite fully embedded in her, I pulled back and rammed my cock into her once more; not violently but with authority. Holding her by her hips and waist, I pulled her back onto my cock. 

Jennifer groaned as my cock slide fully into her body. I began to stroke her, in and out, slapping our bodies together. Vidya pulled in unison with us. My cock sang with the pure ecstasy of being buried in the woman. The sawing action ran tingles of pleasure from heels to the nape of my neck and back down again. My spine felt rubbery and soft. I sagged over her bent body. My orgasm swelled but I pulled free, unwilling to expend myself so quickly. I put a finger into her. Unsure of how her body functioned, I thought to discover if I could frigg her to orgasm with two or three fingers from behind. 

I could. 

It took three fingers and twenty-seven seconds. I jammed her full of fingers twenty-seven times before her whole body jerked, convulsed and thrashed into a quick orgasm. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Jennifer chanted as the climax crashed into her. I pinned her hard to the counter and Vidya was leaning far back, her arms out straight as she put her weight against the extended arms pulling them out straight, tight beside Jennifer's head. Jennifer's arms muffled her voice, but she kept trying to lift her head which allowed us to hear the gurgling of her orgasm as it possessed her. She shook, she bucked, she shivered till finally it had run its course. 

Vidya released the blond's wrists and looked at me, her eyes brilliant. "My turn." She said. "You have to shag me now. On the bed. Bring her. I want her to see you fuck me." 

I hesitated, hearing the command in her voice but in reality it was simply an urgent request. I was not so insecure I could not see the value in doing what she said despite the fact that she ordered me to do it. My cock longed for pussy. It was a shiver in my body trying to escape and I knew just what the release needed to be. I bumped Jennifer with my fist. "Stand up." I grunted. 

"Don't know if I can." She mumbled, turning her head to look at me. Then she took a great breath and lifted her torso off the counter with a deep body groan. 

I still had hold of the chain, the ring around my left, middle, fuck-you finger. I led Jennifer back to the ground floor bedroom, my master bedroom. Master bedroom. I sort of liked that but until I had a woman on a collar and chain had never considered where the expression originated. Vidya followed us. 

In the bedroom I dropped the chain and left Jennifer standing in the middle of the room, near the dresser. I turned to Vidya. She enveloped me. Her lips sought mine as she pulled my head down with both hands, her hips ground against my bare cock, though it struck her about the belly button. I lifted her up, her arms around my neck. I carried her bodily to the bed, with her dangling between my legs, I dragged her to the middle of the bed. 

"Shag me!" She hissed. "Shag me hard. Fast. Fill me with cock and I will come screaming!" Her voice was violin string taut. Her legs pressed against mine and I knee stepped off her. Vidya wore a simple shift, a one piece dress, sleeveless with a belt that cinched it tight to her small waist. It was rust red and blended with her burnished skin. I flipped the skirt part of the dress off her legs and lower body. She wore white, cotton panties but rather than taking them off, I grabbed them at one leg and ripped them apart, shredding them up one side, leaving the other leg encircled but her pussy uncovered. She lifted her hips, flaring her knees. 

"Put your cock into me." She panted. "Put it in. Put it in." 

I got awkwardly to my knees, gripped her by the knees and pulled her close. I bent over her. Her hands found my cock and pulled me by it to the entrance of her pussy. She bumped her hips up, taking my head and some into her body. I fell forward, penetrating her with cock. 





A Fucking Investment Ch. 10



"Oh blimey! Oh shag me!" Vidya cried. "Shag me hard. Shag me. Shag me good!" I got to my elbows and began to hammer my cock into the writhing, panting, gasping woman. She shook beneath me. 

"Jesus Christ and the pope!" Jennifer said from behind me. "Oh my god! I never knew! I have never seen...never watched...oh, my god!" 

My ass rose and fell faster and faster with greater and great violence. Each increase in speed and impact seemed to be met with equal force from Vidya. Her body hunched up at me, coiling and enveloping me each time I rammed down into her, slamming us together. The feel of her body, swelling and clinching around me enthralled me. I felt a spurt of her froth splash up between us. Her head wagged back and forth, her hair flew, finally covering her face in a tangled black veil. I groaned, wishing I had unwrapped her body, wanting to suck her tits. I settled for pressing my mouth to her exposed neck and sucked hard. Vidya went still, her arms wrapped around me, holding me in place while I marked her. I sucked and the sound of the suction coming and going was the only sound for a few moments. I felt her lift her legs and lock them across my thighs. Using that leverage, she rocked her hips up, taking me an inch deeper. Then she moved her legs higher and repeated the motion. This she repeated several times till she was cocked beneath me such that she could lock her short legs around my waist. It was incredibly tight. I gasped for breath. 

When I began the motion of fucking her again, her body lifted with me, following my cock up. The weight finally tired out my arms. I moved my hands down to her tilted hips and clasped them, pulling at the cheeks of her ass. My orgasm started as a tingle in my legs. I fell into a swift hammering motion, slapping against Vidya while she cried in some Indian dialect I did not recognize. Hindi perhaps but the message was clear. Her body began to shake as my cock spurted into her. My orgasm arrived and my actions subsided into short strokes, slamming her into the bed. Her butt surged and bumped up at me and just as my climax reached its pinnacle, she screamed, a wordless, screeching sound that seemed to flay us both. My cock continued to piston in and out of her body but she was mindlessly grinding herself against me. She grunted and groaned and flinched time after time. I continued to mimic her motions even after my orgasm had flashed away. Vidya seemed to be coming with short, punctuated convulsions that seemed to go on and on and on, one after the other. 

Finally, I surrendered to her better conditioning and collapsed between her legs, bearing her ass to the bed, while keeping us cinched together with my hands and weight. She twitched a few more time but finally her gasping subsided and her legs relaxed. Then all at once, she groaned. She completely unfolded, flopping in every direction. I lay balanced on her pubic bone, my flagging cock shriveling with consummate satisfaction inside of her. 

Vidya whispered something. 

"Huh?" I grunted. 

She turned her head and with some effort, put her lips close to my head. I lifted myself turning my head till her lips kissed my ear. Again I missed most of what she said but heard only "eat me". I had little wish to suck my own cum out of her pussy at that moment so I said "huh" again, playing like I did not understand.

"I want her to eat your cum out of my pussy. I want her to eat me." Vidya said, speaking much more distinctly, like you do to someone who is stupid or hard hearing. 

"What a great fucking idea." I mumbled. I was sure Jennifer had heard and that in itself excited me. I summoned the strength, twisted away from Vidya and crawled off the bed. My cock dripped our juice, trailing across the bed, leaving a wet line on Vidya's splayed leg. 

Jennifer stood where I had left her. Her hands pressed fully over both breasts. I walked over to her. I unbuttoned the blouse, reveling in her breasts. When I released the last button, her shoulders arched as she tried to shrug out of it. I peeled it off of her. Her eyes were fixed on me but she did not move except to respond to my touch. She did not speak. 

I pulled her into an embrace, kissing her full, luscious lips. She responded, her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling at me before wrapping about my neck. Her bra-covered breasts where crushed between us but I was fully aware of them; they were very difficult to ignore. 

"Heya, me." Vidya said from the bed. 

I disengaged from Jennifer who was panting in my arms, sucking air through her teeth. I unhooked her bra before turning to look at Vidya. The Indian woman was up on her elbows, her breasts mounted on her chest, her legs splayed wide. Her hips continuing to pulse, making her whole body rock and that rocked the bed. 

"Be patient." I muttered. Jennifer's bra came down, releasing her fabulous breasts. I crouched before her and kissed each nipple, sucking it into my mouth so I could tweak it with the flat of my tongue. Her nipples felt solid, like ivory appendages, pink jade carvings affixed to her plush flesh. She groaned deep in her chest each time I released a nipple. I finally backed away. The white skirt had a zipper on the side which I released and it dropped off of her hips, fluttering down her legs. 

"Clean her." I said softly. When she tried to turn to the bath, I restrained her holding onto one elbow to prevent her from turning away. Her face came back to me like a search light. 

"Oh." She said. "I have never..." She did not finish. 

"Exactly." I said softly. "Isn't that what you asked?"

I felt the tremor go through her body. "Oh!" She said again. "Oh yes!" She realized I had been listening and that I was intent on following through on our agreement—she yields her body, I give her back her twisted, complex pleasures. She made to go by me, to move to the bed but my hands pulled at her arms, pulling her down. She went to one knee then realized what I wanted. She got to both knees and positioned herself before me, naked, beautiful, blond and collared. She found my cock with one hand and licked me clean, tasting Vidya for the first time. Her eyes remained on mine, watching for a reaction. I think she realized as a few swipes of her tongue that she was going to be getting a lot more of that particular taste. When she had me clean, she sucked my cock into her mouth, a single artful motion that lodged it deep in her pulsing throat. By then, my cock was hard once more. 

I roused from the feeling of her mouth on my cock and pulled her free of it. A line of spittle ran down her chin from one side of her mouth. Her mouth watered around my cock. She was so excited to be used this way, her whole body was quivering. 

"Oh thank you." She whispered. "Anything you want. I promise." 

I could feel Vidya behind me, her need, her curiosity. Her desire emanated from her like a heat wave. "Eat her." I said. "Make her come with your mouth." 

For a moment Jennifer just stared at me but when I released her, she got to her feet and moved to the bed. Vidya stared at her for a moment before laying down again, closing her eyes. 

Before Jennifer got onto the bed, I pressed my cock to her bare ass from behind, clasping my hands over her breasts. She sighed as I covered her back with my bare body. After a moment of luxurious contact, I released her and moved her to the side. She looked back at me, her face a rictus of lust and excitement. 

I took hold of one of Vidya's legs and pulled at her. She opened her eyes and looked over at me. I pulled at her flexible leg and she understood. She closed her legs, bringing the other into my reach. I pulled her into position across the bed. She pulled her feet up and planted them on the edge, opening her body. I stepped back and looked at Jennifer.

"Eat her." I said. 

Jennifer flowed between Vidya's legs. The woman was at an awkward distance from the edge of the bed. At first, Jennifer tried to get to her knees but found that would put her out of easy reach of the woman's pussy. She ended bent from the waist. She began to lick and kiss at Vidya's pussy. Vidya's hips pulsed beneath the woman's questing lips and tongue. My cock finished turning to steel. I felt invisible as I watched Jennifer find her way to Vidya's pleasure. 

The first time Vidya came, she squealed, her body arched and then her feet slipped off the edge of the bed. Jennifer tried to pull her to the edge so she could kneel but I put my hands on her hips and held her up. Vidya, seeing me behind the blond woman, groaned and shuffled deeper onto the bed. Jennifer's mouth followed her. She slurped and sucked at Vidya's open body. Vidya flexed her hips over and over, pressing herself up at the woman's mouth. Blond hair spilled over Vidya's legs and abdomen, a stark contrast to the brown-red dress that still covered her upper body. Below the waist, she was nude, her brown skin glistened with sweat and shivered with excitement. 

Vidya came again. And again. And again. Her body pulsed with climaxes that rolled through her, ravaging her with pleasure.

Whatever Jennifer had figured out, it seemed to be working. Orgasm after climax wracked Vidya till she was panting and squalling. Her upper body thrashed but her hips remained firmly placed in Jennifer's hands. Jennifer was in a rhythm that seemed to tease orgasm after orgasm out of the woman she was eating. When I placed my hands on her hips, I had the distinct feeling she felt pleasure, a pride that seemed to infuse her. She moved her feet wider and arched her back, bumping her ass higher and presenting me her pussy. I entered her hard, ramming into her so abruptly she yelped. 

Her inner body was still slick with excitement and I ran my cock deep into her, embedding myself into her without any resistance from her flesh at all. Then, once I was rooted deep in her, she grunted and clinched her inner muscles, seizing me with the most pleasurable hold, capturing my cock so that I left it in her. She began to wiggle her ass, bumping each knee forward alternately such that her hips swished and she could massage my cock. The sensation was unbelievable. I grabbed hard hold of her ass and ground my cock deep into her and she pressed herself hard onto that shaft buried in her body. 

"Oh yes, he is fucking me. His cock is in me. I will come if he fucks me more. I will. I will." Jennifer muttered, lifting her head to speak, freeing her tongue from Vidya's pussy. 

Vidya rose up on her elbows and watched me grind my cock in and out of the white woman's body. "I like that. Tell it to me. Say it. Tell us what he is doing. Talk." Vidya demanded, cocking her weight onto one elbow so she could grab the back of the blond head, making a fist in the luxurious blond hair and holding the woman tight against her pussy. 

Jennifer groaned and fought her mouth off of Vidya's pussy. "I am squeezing his cock with my cunt. I feel his hands on my ass. He peels me open like a pomegranate. His cock is deep in me and I love the feeling of it. He saws in and out of me, using me for his sex object. I am his. I am his object. I am his sex object. He can use me for anything. He will use me for everything. I am his sex slave. I will fuck everyone and anyone he wants. I will do whatever he tells me. He is master and my Master." 

Jennifer's monologue ended when Vidya pulled her mouth down to the pussy before her. I pumped her, steady and regular, running my cock into her bent body over and over again while she tried to eat Vidya. Vidya watched but her orgasms seemed to have passed. More likely, Jennifer was not yet adept at eating pussy while she was being fucked. Realizing I was a distraction, I thought about releasing them but then I felt a flash of orgasm. I pulled free of Jennifer's pussy and pulled her upright. I suddenly wanted to be balls deep inside of her from the front. I turned her around and pushed her back against the bed. Vidya scrambled out of the way, the languor of orgasm having passed. Jennifer sat and I moved out of the way so she could lay down, swinging her legs onto the bed. I got between her legs immediately, grasping her by the knees and pulling her down towards my cock. She watched me, nude, pliant but with a quiet eagerness I loved. Everything about her pose said, "fuck me" and I did. I slipped my cock into her and she groaned and dropped to the bed. 

With my cock lodged deep in Jennifer's cunt, I looked over at Vidya. She was on her back and elbows watching me penetrate the blond woman. I twisted and pressed my lips to hers. She lay back, accepting my kiss. I lay crooked on Jennifer as I kissed Vidya. The sensation of fucking one woman while I kissed another thrilled me. In that moment, I was conscious of being there, doing that and I tingled with the intensity of that moment. 

I loved that feeling, the slick cunt surrounding my hard cock and the hands holding me steady as we kissed. I slowed my rhythm so I did not chip our teeth, but kept moving. Suddenly Jennifer moaned, her legs closed around me. I moved back over her, bending to kiss her but she was arching up to meet me, her lips found mine and her hands held to me while we kissed. When her strength gave out, she flopped back, humming with pleasure while I continued to fuck her. 

I looked a Vidya. Her eyes were lidded. I wonder if she would allow me to direct her. "Kiss her." I said. "You should kiss her." 

Vida opened her eyes. So did Jennifer. They both looked frightened for a moment which I assumed was for wildly different reasons. Vidya sat up, rolled to her knees and looked down on the woman I was fucking. Jennifer look up at her, her arms stretched out over her head, gripping the brass tubes of the headboard. Vidya bent over her and took a nipple into her mouth. 

Jennifer flinched. Her whole body convulsed, a motion I felt wrapping around my cock. I put a hand on Vidya's clothed back and bent beside her. Together we sucked at Jennifer's breasts. After only a few moments of having two mouths on her tits, Jennifer exploded into a huge, bucking, screaming orgasm. Her body pressed her tits at both Vidya and I. She was anchored to the headboard with her hands which gave her leverage to press her body hard onto my cock while she orgasmed. I finally pushed Vidya off the other breast, gripped Jennifer by the ass and chased down my own orgasm. I hammered her body to the bed, drilling my cock into her hard and fast. She came again. And again. I pummeled her, ramming her full of cock with great strokes, arching over her to jam her full again and again. When my orgasm arrived, it was a huge relief for I was nearly out of oxygen, unable to keep the pace much longer. When it struck, I seized, my body tensing. My weight thrust my cock deep into Jennifer and then I was filling her. She relaxed, allowed my sperm to spew into her. She soothed me with her hands, running them over my face and down my shoulders even while I suffered the cataclysm of my orgasm. 

When it was past, I lay on her, panting till she groaned with my weight. I rolled free of her, sinking between the clothed form of Vidya and the nude Jennifer Simpson. I lay there, squeezed between the two bodies, heaving and gasping for air. Eventually, my heart slowed and the sweat on my body dried and I could catch my breath. I sighed and then nothing. 

It was like I blacked out because the next thing I knew, I was awake between two female bodies, one nude and the other still clothed. I was just suddenly awake and in the next moment, the clothed body to my left stirred and sat up. The nude body beside me lay on her back and from her mouth came a loud snort and croak and then a long quivering whistle. Then she snorted again, followed by the whistle. 

I opened my eyes and found Vidya sitting up looking past me at Jennifer who remained asleep, snoring like a steam engine that has just stopped. I turned my head a bit and Vidya looked down at me. She grinned and pointed, then rolled away, standing up on the other side of the bed. She put a finger to her lips and gestured for me to follow her. I did. I padded to the door of my bedroom, leaving my sex object wheezing and snorting on my bed. I almost left and padded out into the main part of the house nude but thought better of it. I donned a short robe that showed off my ball sack and silently closed the door. Vidya had put on her shoes and was waiting for me when I emerged from the dimness of the bowels of the house into the bright sunshine of the early afternoon. 

I shuddered, remembering how my day began. I halted a few feet from the Indian woman and marveled at her body. She had finger-combed her hair and except for a sort of rumpled disorder to her dress, she looked quite ordinary; well, except for the trail of cum that streaked the inside of one leg clear to her calf. She walked over to me, put her arms around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. She kissed me politely and then looked up at me, hanging her head back like her neck was broken. 

"She snores! My gosh! A woman that looks like that and she snores? You would never think." Vidya giggled as though she possessed some brilliant secret, which, given the blond bombshell image Jennifer strutted around, it was pretty funny. 

I just nodded. I had the niggling feeling that I was forgetting something. 

"Aurora. Aurora Hines is definitely on the board. I was, ah, reluctant to confirm it but she is. And Eve Sawyer is too." 

I nodded. "Okay. Thanks, I think. If I am going to own all these mortgages, I think I should have at least some chance of being on the board. Who should I speak with about that? Is there a procedure? You know, like other corporations or communities or organizations?" My mind snapped awake, alert to a mistake. Mortgages? Had I said mortgages? No one knew I was buying them up, it appeared only as cash to help people out of a tight spot, for a consideration of pussy and more. Vidya, however, did not seem to notice my gaff. I needed to be more careful. 

Vidya kissed me again, a peck on the lips. Even then, her full, lush lips aroused me and my cock agreed that she was very sexy and deserved another good shagging. My stirring cock pressed between us and Vidya giggled, bumping her pussy against my leg and rubbing my engorging cock against her tummy. "My, my but you do have an appetite, Mr. Gale." She tittered. 

She kissed me again but it was no peck. My hand clamped onto her ass and lifted her but then the fucking doorbell chimed. I did not react but continued tasting the woman, enjoying her squirming body in my grip. The second time it chimed she wiggled free and I let her. 

"I am going to tear that fucking chime out and replace it with something that is not so irritating." I growled. 

"Temper, temper." Vidya said. She bent over to finish strapping on her shoes and then clacked over to the door. She opened it and spoke to whoever was there. "I was just leaving. He is all yours." Then she stopped, turned back to look at me. She smiled and turned back to whoever had rung the bell. "No, that is not right. I think we are all his, aren't we?" She then stepped out of sight into the light and disappeared. 

I stood there staring at the door wondering who she had spoken too. 

A red haired woman stuck her head around the door jamb. "Is it safe to come in?" Liza McCall called. Over her head, Valerie's face appeared, seeing me immediately. 

"There he is." Valerie said. 

The next moment they were inside, the door closed and they were both jabbering a mile a minute. 

"Whoa, whoa!" I said to stop the flow of words. I realized I was not yet awake. Valerie carried a box with a lid and Liza carried a briefcase in one hand and a computer case in the other. 

"We'll set up in here." They left me and walked into the little dining room. It was spare and bare but for a china cabinet and the big mahogany dining table. They began to unpack their burdens. By the time I uprooted and went to the opening to the dining room and peered in, Liza was firing up the computer and Valerie was making stacks of different colored folders. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 11



The week after Mrs. Jennifer Simpson moved into the house with me was a huge adjustment. I was utterly unaccustomed to having someone living with me. All of my life I had privilege and the isolation such wealth could bring and some in spite of it. In my majority, I sought solitude in my private life because I was in such constant demand in my public life. I kept the two separate and distinct. 

Mrs. Simpson made that distinction much more difficult. That first night, after Liza (fucked) and Val (unfucked, but eaten) left my house, when I went to bed, Mrs. Simpson ended up on the floor at the foot of my bed. I know this because she was there, nude, curled up in a tight ball, the next morning when I woke, shivering and chilled to the bone. She was sore and hobbled when I roused her and aghast that I was awake before her. She had it in her mind to have breakfast or at least coffee waiting for me before I woke. Nude, shivering, and nearly in tears for her failure to "serve" properly, I sent her to make eggs and ham while I showered. It was the first step in the process of owning a genuine sex object. At breakfast, I encountered an hesitancy that, when explored turned out to be attached to my lack of insisting on a morning blow job. It was the beginning, as I say, and an adjustment. Sex, for me, was an event and not a routine and I resolved to adjust her thinking. 

The week turned into a practical compromise between her fantasy of being a sex object and the realities of physical life in someone else's house. It was during this time that I discovered, well, validated really, her penchant for service and her demand for denial. Her solicitude threatened to be stultifying. I had to remind myself time after time that I owned her so I could wield her servitude any way I liked so long as I properly expressed my satisfaction. To this I added the stipulation that it had to satisfy her deepest pleasure. Still, owning her was the thing, using her was the task. 

This did not come naturally to me because, if my passed parents taught me anything, wealth was a resource and the most valuable things in the world you could not buy with it. Loyalty. Trust. Respect. Most people might include love in that list but of that I am far less certain and that uncertainty can be very disconcerting. I ignored that lesson about wealth after my parents died but I was surrounded by a group of very capable, strong and fearless people who refused to leave me to stew in my own juices when I got it wrong. 

Mrs. Simpson, it turned out, was made of similar stuff. She always hesitated when I neglected to tell her what to do or when I failed to treat her like an object, a sex object. For three days, I worked—things got complicated because of a snafu my sister had caused through sheer bad luck. It was not her fault, just one of those things that happen. I assumed she understood the differences between two subsidiaries and she did not. She...no matter. She made a mistake and I had to spend three days directing our attorneys in unraveling the snafu. 

When I work, I focus and the world around me disappears; one of the things I love about my work and why I ignored vacations so often, perhaps an additional explanation for why I remained eligible and single. I am good at what I do, despite my youth, and part of that is the ability to ignore the rest of my life in favor of work. This is disconcerting if you live with someone, which is why I had to that point cordoned off the emotional part of my life with physical distance. What is more, I created a "leisure identity" (Joshua Gale) into which I could slip. I literally shuffled off my mortal coil and became someone else. This situation, this woman, however, seemed destined to blur these distinctions. It was unique. 

In this instance, that was not possible in the way I did it before. Before, I just left work and became Joshua Gale for a night or a weekend or whatever, then went back to work. Here I had to switch back and forth from Alan Livingston and Joshua Gale several times a day. That was new. I had to be careful to not expose her to Alan and his world and to keep both world's distant and mysterious so she would not notice the fissure between them. I had as much to learn as did Mrs. Simpson about the ways of my sex slave. No, sex object. She was not a slave to be disposed of as a slave would be, but an object to be used. There is a difference. She was my blond sex object. I had to learn its uses. I had to learn its benefits, while fulfilling my role, one I was ill-suited to. 

The third night I brought her to my bed. She tapped at my door as instructed, when she heard my shower end. I invited her in. She slipped inside the door and stood shivering in her flimsy red negligee. I had the heat programmed to end about nine and it was quarter to one. I had told her to come to my room after I finished, sure I would be done by eight or so but worked till midnight before I got things wrapped up and Sharon calmed enough to let her off the phone. I always had to be circumspect about talking with my sister but since her name had been different, it was easier. I referred to my sister as Ms. Livingston and she called me Mr. Gale so if anyone overheard our conversations they would not get confused. 

Anyway, dear Jennifer stood in the room shivering. I was mortified and pulled a blanket off the foot of the bed and cuddled her into it. She responded warmly, molding herself to me as I ushered her to the bed. I asked if she was ready—not specifying ready for what—and she nodded, saying she was done with her toilet and was...ready. She smiled shyly. In retrospect, I believe she was a bit intimidated and unnerved at having been more or less ignored for three days after making such a broad, open-ended commitment. Till that moment, I don't think I really felt the import of that commitment but then, in that moment, I finally did. 

"Get in bed, I'll be right there." 

She did and I finished my toilet, adding some good aroma to my natural musk and other such niceties. I turned off the light in the bath, leaving the bedside lamp the only light in the room. Jennifer glowed in the dark, her rich blond curls splayed on the pillow, her womanly form rippling underneath the bed covers. I normally sleep in a cold room, windows open in the winter so I have lots of blankets. She lay on the near side of the bed so I went around the bed to the other side, rather than shove in beside her. She lay with her eyes closed and still as a mummy. I found I was nervous; a curious thing in the presence of this "sure thing" who desired to be taken sexually. 

I hesitated on "my" side of the bed, curious because of the thrill of this moment that echoed through me. I "owned" this woman and she wanted to be used. That simple thought aroused my cock and it was fully erect when I clicked off the light. The master bedroom—a curiously appropriate term under the circumstances was on the front side of the house and so received light from the street. The room was an Escher-esque cut of angles and shadows, blacks and grays and Jennifer's breathing with its erotic innuendo. 

I got into bed. 

For a moment, I lay on my back, letting the rigors of the last three days seep out of my muscles. I had worked out just once in the basement the day before. The scalding shower had eased some of the tension of intense focus but now, lying down in the silent darkness, I found there was more to be dismissed. I sighed deeply. 

It was odd because Jennifer merely lay still, not moving, barely breathing. In the past when I crawled into bed with a woman, she was on me like a hungry cat offered tuna, swirling and suffocating. This experience was profoundly different. Jennifer waited. I had the profound experience of taking time to think about what could bring us both the most pleasure. I actually thought about that, still not shifted out of the digital mode required for manipulating and interpreting spreadsheets and their contents. It turned into a curious period of foreplay, for us both. While I mentally fingered the possibilities, my cock grew hard with approval with each option I touched. Beside me, Jennifer's breathing got deeper and deeper till she was nearly panting with anticipation. I liked hearing her arousal. Finally, I reached over with my hand till I felt the heat emanating from her body. I touched her elbow and it shifted towards me, increasing the contact. 

"Oh." She said, humming around the word. 

I heard her readiness in her tone. I turned on my side and with my other hand, found the hollow of her hip, the dip just past the hipbone. 

"Uhhh." She moaned. 

I wanted her to speak but did not want to command it. I wondered if words were part of her arousal or inferences. I ran my hand down the silk of her negligee, over the swell of her thigh. The leg moved under my touch; I understood she had opened her legs. The realization shot through me and for a moment I resisted the urge to just take her. Her willing invitation fluttered in me, like a moth against a window, trap be alive. I had used the back of my hand to caress her thigh but now turned it and gripped her, pulling her leg wider. 

Jennifer moaned, still no words. Her leg moved wider till her thigh brushed against mine. The contact sizzled. 

"I want you." I whispered fervently. 

She lay in the angled darkness, I could just see her eyes were closed. She spoke carefully. "I am yours." 

In perfect consonance with my desire, I felt her pull the drape of the negligee out from under my hand on her thigh. Our skin touched. She sucked air through her teeth. The last chill of the cold house left me. That little brush with her flesh and a fire roared up in me. My cock throbbed with an anticipation that began in my chest and suffused my whole body. Her hand found mine and moved it directly to her pussy, pressing it against her flesh. She hissed, her breath fluttered at the contact. Her pussy was smooth and damp, slick and swollen. I ran a finger up her furrow. Her hips bunched and rose, trying to entrap my finger with her pussy. She held her breath. 

I bent over her and found her lips with mine. She exhaled, then panted with desire, trying to kiss me and gasp at the same time as I entered her with my finger, shoving deep into her. The move mangled her kiss, making it wet and sloppy and ragged as she grunted, arching up to meet my lips with her open mouth while trying to raise her ass to get my finger into her deeper. She strained for a moment but then seemed to be discouraged by the contortion and fell back head and ass, to the bed. 

I moved between her legs. With one hand planted beside her shoulder and the other holding my cock, I found the entrance to her pussy and shoved into her. Her moist pussy accepted the penetration. Jennifer sighed and lay back, widening her legs in the most welcoming of gestures. Her body clinched onto my cock, clasping me in the wet, slick and sensuous grasp of her cunt, a flowering flow of lust pulling me down into her. Her body bucked and we slammed together. My hands moved immediately to her ass. Her knees slithered up the sides of my body, stroking me with the insides of her thighs and knees. The silk negligee ruffled between us, lubricating our bodies as we collapsed together. 

One hand tangled in the silk but the other found her bare ass. I jerked her up and firmly onto my cock. She grunted, her legs twitching in response, clasping me between them but not so as to expel me from my position between my legs but to hold me there. Her body arched and she grunted again. My cock was rooted fully inside of her. Her hips swiveled, swishing her flowing pussy around my steel-hard cock. 

"Oh Christ!" Jennifer breathed in my ear. "Oh Mr. Gale, yes, you are in me now. Oh thank you!" 

Her hands gripped my sides, not well or firmly but as symbols of her desire. She pulled at me but her hands slipped off over and over. I lifted my hips and pulled out from her body before slamming down into her again. Breath rushed from her lips. I found them, following the draft of her hot breath. I kissed her as I pulled out of her again and hammered down into her. Her kiss was fire, her body alive with passion. I felt both her desire and her need, her need to be used, to be possessed, yes, to be filled and thus fulfilled. 

My orgasm arrived so suddenly I had no chance to refuse it. I had pulled back and the clasping, ripping rasping of her cunt was so pleasurable, my body responded immediately. I was spurting the first flow while still lifting off of her. I reversed direction as the pleasure roared through me. My cock slide down through the levels of elation, slicing through her pussy till I was once again rooted fully inside of her. I could not move. 

My body jerked and I flowed into her, pumping her full of cum, even as she hunched up, taking it with evident pleasure. 

I felt vaguely guilty, having taken my pleasure so abruptly. I lay still in the lee of my orgasm, letting the sensations seep out of me, like heat leaving a still engine. I shivered, and Jennifer lay a hand on my shoulder, smoothing it down my lapsed backbone. 

"Mr. Gale, you are my pleasure. I am yours to use." 

I felt the need for the reassurance just as the reassurance came. I wondered if I should feel such a need but realized that owning and being owned were inverses of each other. The responsibility for her as my object was equally as profound as her willingness to be used. I had used her. She was fulfilled in a way that did not require a climax. It was a satisfaction that subtended the usual exchange of orgasms that fantasy sex often includes. I had gotten between her legs and taken my pleasure and that provided her with a pleasure that solicitude would have sullied. 

All this rattled through my numbed brain, detached from the vibrating body between Jennifer's legs. After a few minutes, I lifted off of her, rolled onto my back and slipped into sleep. I woke again to feel first, a hand then a warm, soft cloth cleaning my legs, cock and abdomen. The wet warmth was wonderful. Then I felt her mouth on me, slipping down onto my cock, like a stocking on a long, lovely leg. Clear to the root, she sank, taking me into her mouth and throat without hesitation. I was utterly hard. Two complete cycles and I was awake once more, unsure how long I had been asleep or unaware. 

She lifted off of my cock, holding it in a delicate hand. She kissed the crown. Like a wall falling on me, I felt the need for her. I wanted her. Again. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled. She offered no resistance. I maneuvered her onto her back beside me and was between her legs again. She parted them evenly, taking me smoothly once more into her body, still slick with our previous joining. I sank into her, my body afire with lust. I bent to find a nipple and encountered silk. I tried to move it but it was in the way and I could not puzzle out how to remove it. I sat up between her legs, grasped her hips and pulled her up the ramp of my thighs, cinching her body onto my cock. 

She groaned and sat up, exhibiting great core strength, the force of her action forced her cunt solidly down onto my cock. I had hold of her ass and ground us together. She released the negligee, peeling it up and off her head. I realized my eyes were closed and opened them to find her swathed in golden light, it seemed attracted to her like a swarm of bees about a crocus. The light was from the bathroom. 

I sat on my knees, Jennifer astride them. She was fully impaled. Her knees were on either side of mine, her ass roiled and pulsed, stirring her pussy with my well-planted prick. My ears seemed to come on, like they had been turned off. Jennifer was mumbling. 

"Oh yes, oh yes, take me. I am yours to use. I am so full of your cock. Come in me again! I love feeling you inside of me. I want you to have me, take me, fuck me!" She mumbled the mantras, mixing and matching the tenets of her desire. Her hands were both clasped to the back of my head, forearms on my shoulders, holding herself steady while she rocked her body on my cock, clinching and massaging us with her motion. I bent and sucked at a breast. Her breasts had been sweeping across my chest and now I leaned her back and sought them with my mouth. She gasped and held still, willing me with her stillness to find and suck them. I found the grand arc of one and fastened to it with my lips. I sucked viciously, suddenly consumed with the will to mark her with my mouth. The flesh bulged into my mouth. I lashed it with my tongue, sucking ferociously. 

Jennifer's breath caught in her throat and for a vast moment she did not breathe while I pulled at her skin with my lips. Finally, out of breath myself and too stupid to breathe through my nose, I released her breast, now aware I had hold of the side. I moved my mouth inward and encountered her nipple, the smooth cone of the inverted nipple was firm and taut with passion. I sucked it carefully into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. My mouth on her breast seemed to still the woman. Jennifer sat, impaled on my cock, her hands holding my mouth against her tit. When I sucked carefully on her nipple, she began to rock her hips once more. 

I was astonished at the instant passion in me. I loved the feeling of this woman's passion meeting mine, feeding it and feeding on it. The erotic feeling resonated in us and we each took it in and amplified it before sending it back. We were spiraling upwards towards the sun that would sear us together. As I sucked at her breast, she ground her splayed hips onto me, taking the throbbing sensation from her nipple and converting it into a demanding pulsing in her hips. I rose up, lifting her off the bed, her whole weight momentarily centering on her pussy as she slammed down onto my cock. I held her by the ass. Seeming to know what I wanted, she lifted her knees, clearing the way for me to lay her once more on her back. Releasing her nipple, I tipped us over and dropped us onto her back. She groaned as my weight fell on her but then she grunted and recovered, arching her body under me. 

Once again my climax spasmed without overture. I was coming even as her hips bucked underneath me. Her legs clasped, gripping me, crossing her ankles across my ass. She sensed my orgasm and her pussy gripped me, clamping down as I spewed into her again. I had my hands still on her ass and I pulled and pulled, peeling her ass apart in an effort to paint the furtherest reaches of her pussy with my cum. My body convulsed and jerked as I groaned, the climax contorting my reason and erasing my identity in a blinding flash of unutterable pleasure. 

In a blink, it was past. My body seemed to lose all tension and I melted over her, shriveling like a sheet of plastic cast over a campfire. She gasped and grunted. I slipped to the side, relieving her of my weight. 

"Oh god." I groaned. "You are a wonder!" 

She shifted in a way that communicated satisfaction, even pride. I felt her lips brush my neck. She rolled me off of her and was gone. Once more she returned with a warm, wet cloth and cleaned me. This time my cock accepted the attention and her final kiss with lassitude, which is not to say indifference. The light went off and a moment later she cuddled in close to me. She rose up and kissed my cheek. 

"Thank you, Mr. Gale." She whispered. "I was beginning to think..." she hesitated. 

"To think, what?"

"That owning meant neglect to you." 

"I was distracted. That will happen."

"I am sorry to be insecure but I...I have not been well used and I have echoes of my past reality clashing with my fears about my overbearing fantasies. I cannot tell which I should obey." 

I heard the uncertainty in her voice. "Go to sleep." I said, fully intending to wake her with another furious fuck as a vote in favor of her acceptance of my desire for her; a desire she seemed able to share with other women, for she surely must. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 11



Sleep came to me rapidly. She had rolled away from me and lay with her back to me when I woke. It was still fully night. I felt over her body and found her bare of clothing, warm and soft. The slightest pressure on her hips rolled her onto her back. My cock was hard once more. I glanced at the clock. It was after five. Dawn was near. I got between her legs, easily parting them with a hand. When I felt with a hand between them, I felt both heat and dampness. Her pussy bulged and parted for my finger, bubbling still from my use. 

When I entered her, she came fully awake. "Oh Mr. Gale! Again?" She sounded delighted. 

Encouraged, I pressed the remainder of my cock into her. Her knees lifted and her ass shifted to let me penetrate her fully. The raging passion was gone. I just wanted to be seated once more inside of her, feeling her body mold around me. I was over her, hands planted to each side of her head. I got to my elbows and found her head with my hands. I kissed her, tenderly. She responding by lifting her hips and squeezing with her inner muscles. 

I groaned. "Oh god, woman, you do love the cock so well!"

"No, no, no I love the cock so much!" She corrected, a correction my sex object could make without transgression. I lay between her legs, gazing at the blond blur under me. When I kissed her, she shivered. Her lips were ripe with rapture. Her torso lifted her breasts, pressing them against me, twisting to get the friction against her hard nipples. Her hand smoothed down my sides to my ass and she jerked me hard, ramming me down into her. 

I suddenly knew what she wanted. I broke with her lips and rolled us over, struggling till I had her astride my hips. She got her knees properly under her and began to ride me. I arched under her as she ground down and hunched down when she rose up. I gripped her ass cheeks, one in each hand. She planted her hands on my chest and bent her head over me, her mane of blond hair draped down over her face like Spanish moss over the limbs of a tree. From that pose she rode me to ecstasy and beyond. The first time she came she sighed and hissed. The second time, seconds later, she cried out, her hips slapping down on me with increased vigor. The third time, I pulled her hard down on my cock while lifting my ass under her and she screamed, throwing her head from side to side, whipping me with her hair. Her tits waggled over me and I wanted to grab one with my teeth but could not manage it. She was lost in orgasm. 

The fourth shook her and her hands clinched on my chest, scratching me with her long nails. She went still, tensing and groaning, gasping and panting while her hips pulsed over me. Her back arched. She threw her head back on her neck, facing the sky and nodded with little motions as the pleasure seethed through her. Fluid washed over me, hot and wet. She came again and again, rolling from one to the next, climax after climax convulsing her body. I continued to clasp her body down onto my cock. She writhed, seeking to escape.

"Oh no, no, no more! Please, I can't...oh fuck me!" She growled as a new front swept through her flesh. Her skin burned. She bent over me, her mouth panting but kissing my face before finding my lips. Her hands gripped my shoulders and she tried to rock her hips while she kissed me and her teeth cracked together. She sat up abruptly which rammed her full of cock once more, which in turn fired off another convulsion. 

"Oh my god, I can't stop, I can't stop!" She cried, her body shivering with effort. "Don't stop. Never came so much. Oh god, please no more!" Her voice was ragged with passion, pulsing with lust but flagging as the last of the waves of ecstasy crackled through her. "Oh no more!" She rolled to halt, hands planted still on my chest, panting, her tits waving over me. 

I realized I could see her, a ghostly presences looming over me, her face scrunched up, tensed and then she bucked violently, her hips lifting high off of mine and then crashing down to grind us together. Her head flipped back in a spray of blond hair. Her torso arched making her breasts strain, stressed into full shape, pointing over me like dual outriggers. She tensed, stilled and quivered, shaking from morrow to skin but moving not a millimeter. She was a paradox of motionless passion, consumed by the last crescendo of ecstasy before it ebbed and faded. When it departed, she collapsed over me. 

For a long moment, she did not even breathe. Then she heaved a huge sigh and began to gasp for breath. For minutes she crouched over me, constantly shifting to avoid pressing her whole weight onto my chest, for which I was thankful. My cock was still erect inside of her and from time to time she clinched her pussy on it, squeezing for a moment or two before giving into the exhaustion that ran through her body. Finally, she lifted her hips off of me and with ponderous deliberation, slunk down my legs, dragging her tits over the length of my body. Face to face with my cock, she licked it clean before sucking it fully into her mouth. She sucked my cock with casual intensity, a paradox I know but I think it made sense as she was casually sucking hard but I was enjoying it intensely. When I did not come immediately, she squared herself between my legs, shouldering them wide. She found my asshole with a finger and delicately penetrated me. 

The sensation was electric. I showed her my approval by pressing my ass down at her. She responded by pushing her finger deep into my ass. She sucked my cock hard then, and in moments I erupted. She sucked and sucked and sucked till I was both clean and empty. Oh, and happy. 

I felt like a elephant sat on my chest and my head was full of helium. I dared not talk because I had a fear of squeaking. 

"You're clean, I am messy." Jennifer chortled. She got out of bed and went into the bath. I never heard or felt her return. I fell into a well of dreamless bliss. 

I emerged into a soft golden morning, the sun long risen. I felt like a feather, with a stiff quill in the middle of all that luscious lightness. I rose up erect. Alone and erect. I looked at the clock. Eleven o'clock. I had gotten up and peed sometime after dawn so this hardon was real wood, not veneer. I padded to the kitchen, stark naked. I had a sex object I wanted to use. 

Liza McCall sat at the bar sipping a cup of coffee. 

Jennifer was cooking something luscious. I could smell the rich aroma of sausage and French toast. She wore a pink apron over a yellow jumper. I strode into the kitchen and turned her away from the stove, pulling her over to the counter before the bar. She gasped and tittered as I lifted up the apron. The jumper had a bib and shorts. I took a serrated knife and cut up one leg of the shorts and over, tearing them open. I cut off her thong panties and then opened her knees. 

Jennifer was panting when I moved between her legs. She hitched her ass up onto the counter and grasped my cock. I penetrated her and she grunted, slipped off the counter, filling herself with cock as she slid down onto me. She was sopping wet; perhaps "still sopping wet" is the correct description but whatever her state before I cut off her clothing, she was slick and ready to be penetrated when I penetrated her. She groaned and then leaned forward into me, her clothing a shambles. Her legs lifted and I staggered back, the woman completely supported by her arms around my neck and my cock in her cunt. She hunched at me and I thought I was going to topple over. I twisted and her ankles lifted to the small of my back and locked her into place. My ass found the counter and I grabbed her ass. Her pussy was fire and silk, clinching my hyper-cock, alive with the sensations of taking her. 

My orgasm arrived again, quick and brief, a few shots of cum and it was over. Jennifer clung to me, kissing my neck and ear till I patted her ass. "Back to work, Chef Jennifer." 

She released her legs and I moved way from the counter so she could stand up on her own two feet. I padded out of the kitchen and on to a shower. Twenty minutes later I returned to the kitchen to a perfect cup of coffee. Liza was still at the bar, sipping from the same cup but, presumably, different coffee. Jennifer was still in shambles. I sat at the bar beside Liza. Jennifer produced a perfect plate of French toast, eggs and sausage, then gave a like plate to Liza. 

"Glad you could make it, buster. I am starving and your bitch here wouldn't serve me till after she served the master...breakfast I mean." Liza watched me take a bite. "How is it." 

I nodded. "Excellent. Jennifer, go clean up. I need to replace that outfit. I apologize for destroying it." 

The blond smiled a private smile and disappeared upstairs. 

"Jesus, Gale, you do know how to start the day." Liza muttered. She took a bite. "Gosh, that is good. It is fucked up to be that beautiful and know how to cook." She took another bite. "You have no idea what you did for her just now, doing her like that, with me here, do you?" 

After silence and three bites I realized she was really asking. "You mean, did I do that intentionally? Did I consider the impact of doing her like that with you right there?" 

"Impact? Right. Not what I meant. I meant on me. The impact on me!" 

"Bullshit." 

Liza grinned. "Okay, you got me. Bullshit it is. That girl was glowing like a Christmas tree after you sauntered out of here. I think she would have lit up a dark closet. She likes performing like that. I think she really likes the idea of being seen." 

"Everybody should like to be watched." I said without thinking. Liza gave me a look but said nothing. "What did I do for her? Besides doing her with an auditor?" 

"You mean an audience?"

"I mean what I said. So?"

Liza sobered. "You didn't even acknowledge me. She is your number one girl now." 

"I don't have a girl. She is a sex object." I spoke more dourly than I meant to. I am not sure how Liza took it but her reaction was telling. She smiled. 

"So I could have..."

"No. She is my sex object." I smacked my lips and turned my head to look at her. "Just like you are. If I want to fuck you at the bank waiting in a teller line, I'll do that. Fines are my cost, though, not yours. Your job is to fuck me when I like." I included no question, leaving the statement dangling between us till Jennifer arrived back in the kitchen, dressed in a tight white stretch pant suit that clasped her big breasts in a fine halter top. She put on an apron.

"Seconds?" 

I took seconds and Liza waved off. 

"What are you doing here, Mrs. McCall?"

"Don't call me that." She said snidely.

"I'll call you whenever and whatever I..." I caught myself before I finished. "What should I call you? And why shouldn't I address you as I wish to?" 

Liza's head was bowed over the plate. She looked up at Jennifer then over at me. "That was his name."

"But you haven't changed it." I pointed out. 

She did not address my point but returned to the original question. "I..." The doorbell rang. 

I did not move. It rang again. 

Jennifer stopped what she was doing. "Mr. Gale, the doorbell..." it screeched, validating her observation, "...do you want me to answer it?" 

I thought a moment and nodded, "See who it is."

She stopped, hesitating. "Should I let them in?" 

The chime screeched again. I gestured towards the door and Jennifer drifted out of sight around the corner. 

The next thing I heard was a loud rattling purr. "Where is he! What are you doing here." 

"In the kitchen." I heard Jennifer say quietly, barely audible. Next, I heard the clack clack clack of high heels on the foyer floor, then nothing as she crossed the living room carpet, then the same clack clack clack on the kitchen floor. I turned to see who belonged to the voice and the high heels. I found a short, black woman standing arms akimbo, hands on her impressive hips. Jennifer stood behind her, a worried expression on her face, not looking at the woman. Clearly, she was hovering. "Coffee, if you please, Mrs. Simpson." I said softly. I extended my hand to the black woman. "Joshua Gale. What can I do for you?" 

The black woman regarded my hand for a moment and then her eyes rose to mine. She took several loud steps and smiled a little as she extended her hand, took light hold of the tips of my fingers and wagged my hand once before letting it drop like a shit-smeared butter knife. 

"Aurora Hines." She said with a little sniff. 

"Mrs. Hines, pleased to meet you. Would you care to sit down? Breakfast? Coffee? Tea?" I recognized her from her dossier but I maintained a studied fiction that I was meeting these women the first time. It was common for me to do this, research business partners and associates and need to hide the depth of my knowledge of their personal life so this came easy for me. The dossier was one thing, meeting them in the flesh was another; meeting their flesh that I meant to possess in the flesh had far greater thrills than simple business encounters. Aurora Hines was no different.

"I would not. I came to tell you that you are not welcome in Holdingsfield and, as a representative of the Board of Directors of Holdingsfield Limited, I am here to ask that you cease and desist immediately." 

"Cease and desist what?" I asked. I felt oddly uneasy, finding my hands fidgeting without any sense of what I should do with them.

"Cease and desist whatever it is you think you are about in our neighborhood or we shall certainly invoke legal means to force you to do so." 

"Uh huh. Is that all?" I asked. 

Her chin lifted just a little. Aurora Hines was diminutive only in height. Her assets and attitude made her seem, well, larger than her frame implied. Her ass, which I had not yet inspected but would at some length as she left, was the perfect shape for an ass intended to command attention. From the front, it flared her hips but had a distinct and profound arch. She had tits, great big huge tits that made her seem utterly misshapen with a lithe little waist and big, huge green eyes. To my eyes, she appeared to be perfectly formed for sex. Her frame screamed "fuck me". Her attitude, however, screamed, "fuck you!" I took my time inspecting her. The silence stretched as I mentally undressed her. 

I looked past that to her appearance, preferring shallow inspection over deep insight. Her black hair was straightened and curled and cascaded down to the middle of her back. Today, she favored a turtle neck, salt and pepper sweater with speckles of yellow, orange and green in it and a long black skirt that covered her legs, and boots that made her seem taller—clearly her conscious intent. She was quite short. The high-heeled boots helped. 

"Mr. Grail, we all know what you are doing. You are taking advantage of our unfortunate circumstances and victimizing these women." She ostentatiously regarded Jennifer; like she had discovered a jack ass in a dress shop. She waved. "Like Mrs. Simpson there. She, has she moved in here? What has become of her husband? I declare that if you have hurt that young man...!" 

I laughed. Mrs. Hines was no older than Jeff Simpson was. My laugh halted Aurora's speech and she waited for me to speak, when I did not she pursed her lips and nodded. 

"If you will agree to meet with me later this week, perhaps you can explain to me exactly what you intend to do with Holdingsfield."

That seemed like a retreat from her previous arch proclamation. So I advanced. "And why would I do that?" I asked, it was a real question and I was curious to see what she would answer. Since it belied her threat to halt whatever I was doing, I could deduce this was not a well-planned foray. Something as yet unseen had propelled her here. 

Mrs. Simpson, however, deflected that moment, bringing me a cup of coffee. She extended the cup—I had yet to let her know I preferred tea—and I took it. "Would you care for a cup, Mrs. Hines?" I asked.

The woman shook her head, scowling. 

I made a gesture at Jennifer, waving away the coffee. She set it down and moved over beside me on my stool and tucked under my arm. I clasped a hand on her flared hip and looked at Mrs. Hines. When the black woman neither spoke nor moved but stared fiercely at that hand possessively clutching Jennifer against me, I move the hand more fully on to the white clad ass. I squeezed Jennifer's full ass cheek and she wiggled in response. Mrs. Hines appeared to take the pose personally and was affronted by it. I said, "Jennifer, tell Mrs. Hines what you are doing here, in my house."

The blond woman smiled happily as my hand caressed her hip, side, and flank. "I am a sex object. I am here to be used sexually. I enjoy being used and Jeff asked if Mr. Gale would use me since, ah, he does not enjoy that sort of thing, Jeff I mean. Jeff insisted that I live here as part of our agreement."

"Agreement?" Mrs. Hines snapped. "What agreement?" 

"I am traded sexually to Mr. Gale in exchange for his cash that will alleviate our current financial straits." 

I expected something different but Mrs. Hines eyes got wide and she licked her lips once before she managed to speak. 

Her voice came out an octave higher. "Traded sexually? Financial straits?" 

Jennifer nodded and was going to speak more but I squeezed her against my hip and she immediately went silent, understanding me implicitly, which I appreciated. We were beginning to understand each other. 

"I own this woman." I said. "It is a fair trade, voluntarily entered into by both parties. Perhaps you would like to trade something for her services?" I was playing a hunch, something implied in her dossier that I could not quite recall; so a hunch. In the crook of my arm, Jennifer went still and silent, holding her breath then breathing shallowly when she needed air. The moment stretched.

At first, the black woman stared but not at me. Her eyes were on Jennifer and not her face. Jennifer apparently sensed it and rolled her body around mine, pressing her tits against my arm while she twisted her head around to regard the black woman with a sort of ungainly pride. Her pose spoke mockery and safety, much like a lion cub would look at a jackal that had been chasing it, from between the paws of her father. My hand splayed over the arch of Jennifer's fine ass, pressing fingers into the firm flesh. My hunch felt validated. 

Mrs. Hines eyes twitched about and she licked her thick, dark lips. I waited, noting the rich scarlet purple lipstick, the thick purple eye shadow, the equally thick eye lashes, butterflied out to enormous lengths. My inspection of her eyes was interrupted by those eyes finding mine. She realized I was tracking her inspection of Mrs. Simpson. Those eyes widened a bit and the artful chin lifted and she pursed her lips, which only made her appear more sexual, posing with that sensuous aspect protruding through her facade of defiance. What I saw was a woman who loved sex but was enduring sexual frustration. I winked at her while licking my own lips, like I had barbecue sauce them. 

"I...I...you will not get away with this, Mr. Gale. I swear by...by...by all those things you white people swear by! You will not do this to us!" She fairly spluttered, so great was her indignation. It was curiously sudden but delayed, like she only lately remembered her indignation and drew it back from whence it had receded to now be expressed instead of the lust I saw clearly in her big eyes. 

Mrs. Hines left us then, stamping on her little boots with as much roused chagrin as someone of her stature could manage, rather like an offended munchkin. The erotic little black woman turned her ass to me and click-clacked out of my kitchen, across the rug in the living room and then rattled out the foyer to the world beyond. Each step bumped her ass back and forth as though she could feel my eyes and the wishes of my hands on her ass. My cock was quite hard. I grasped Jennifer's hand and moved it up my thigh till she encountered my erection. She gripped it enthusiastically. By then, Aurora Hines was gone. She had showed me her ass and I had inspected it thoroughly, which no doubt would have been an added offense. Her only alternative would have been to back out of my house but then I would have stared at her wondrous tits, appearing wondrously huge on her small frame, swaying under the tight but thick sweater that could not hide or disguise them. She left the door open as she departed. I got up, went to the open door and stared as she clacked down my drive. Her long, black skirt whipped back and forth, at the mercy of her profound hips.




A Fucking Investment Ch. 11



That was my introduction to Aurora Hines. I liked the challenge she represented. I closed the door. 

I sauntered back to my place, snaking a wistful arm around Jennifer. She felt my distraction and seemed to delight in it, as a true object would. I looked at Liza. "I am not sure, but I don't think she likes me." 

Liza nodded in the direction of the departed woman, where she had stood before us. "That. That is what I came to tell you. She, she has got it into her head that she can stop, stop what you are doing. She is telling the rest of us, the other women of Holdingsfield not to give in to you, not to let you buy them. Everyone knows you are trading money for sex. She is telling everyone you will make prostitutes of them."

I shrugged a little, unwilling to bow away from the truth. "Isn't that what we are talking about? Prostitution? I mean really? You women haven't got anything but your cunts to trade and your men have nothing of interest, not to me at any rate. What else would you call it?" 

Liza closed her eyes. "We are not prostitutes. At least I'm not." 

Jennifer released me and walked around the bar to return to cleaning up the detritus of breakfast. Liza's eyes followed her. Finally, so did mine, when Liza did not continue speaking.

Jennifer noticed and turned to look at us, finding us both looking at her. "Oh? What? Are you waiting on me to say I ain't no hooker? Forget it. I am doing this for the money!" The lie in her words was so evident, even Liza smiled. That irritated her further. 

"We cannot just make hookers of..."

"You are trading sex for money, what else would you call it?"

Liza shook her head. "That is not right. We, we are selling our bodies to you for your use. Which is one of the things I wanted to discuss with you." 

"Oh? One?" 

"The other is..." She glanced at Jennifer who did not notice, busy putting the bread away. 

I raised an eyebrow. 

Liza halted and then she smiled a little, eyes twinkling. "I think I have recruited someone for you." She held up her hand. "Whoa big boy, I mean might. I, I asked her to meet me at the mall for a little shopping and told her I had to bring you any time I go shopping." She colored a little. "I told her you insist on buying all the clothes for me or at least approving them. I might have stretched it a little." 

I shrugged. "Stretch away. Who are we talking about?" My mind was half on Aurora Hines. What a woman! 

"Bethlynn Brazil." 

I heard the query in Liza's voice. I remained bland. This told me I had slipped up enough to give her the idea I was checking up on people. That worried me, it would put everyone on guard if that became well known. I mentally shrugged. Broke and on guard or broke and ignorant, they would still be broke. I could still buy them and have them all. "Don't know her. Have we met?"

"Not that I know of." Liza said, still probing. "I told her eleven. I'd meet her at eleven."

The clock said well past twelve. "You're late." 

"I can't go without you. You have to take me shopping." She had the grace to grin a perfect shit-eating grin. "I don't have any money of my own." 

I almost asked what she was talking about, about all the cash I gave her but didn't. I let it pass. Eventually, I'd find out what she was up to. 

"Let me get dressed." I said, did, and we left. We took my car. Liza had walked over. She seemed overly proud riding in my car with me, a cool Lexus. I was renting cars, a different one every few days, just to keep people guessing. Now that it was known I had cash to burn, I needed to burn a little. The old hooptee no longer served and I had no affection for it. So it sat. 

In the car, I waited and finally asked. "So? The other thing, the one thing?"

Liza was directing me to the Don Juan Mall. "Oh." She glanced sideways at me. "I don't know if you are going to like it." 

"Won't know till you squeak up." 

She squeaked, a sort of giggle without permission from the brain. "I have a solution, to the whole 'too many to fuck' problem. You put us on a timer. You own us for so much per day. That way you can adjust the per diem and the whole sex thing, that is additional, above the per diem." 

"Good for you." 

"Good for you, too. See, listen. I have been thinking since you, ah, demonstrated Mrs. Simpson's position in your household. I think that you are buying the right to own but not buying ownership outright. That just ain't right. Too much like slavery. You, well, you seem to be insistent that you are not allowed to do anything that we don't want to do. So I am thinking, that, so long a we do what you want, you own us and we subtract off a daily amount...I know, how much? I don't know. Yet. But listen. If we refuse you something, then the per diem stops with that day, the day before, no credit for saying no. All you have to do is ask one of us to do something and we refuse and the per diem stops, fuck us or not. If you want to stop paying, then you just ask for something we absolutely don't want to do. Nothing obvious, like killing kittens or something. You can't ask us to violate the law. Something that one of the other of us has done, or will do. As soon as one of us does it, you can ask all of us to do it and anyone who hesitates..."

"The meter stops."

"Right." 

I thought about it. "I know this is not making much sense. No one believes I am doing this out of the goodness of my heart..."

"You're not."

I glanced at Liza, still driving. 

"I mean, it is for your cock. You are doing it out of the hardness of your cock. You clearly have more money than girls, or maybe the girls you have bore you and this is a complicated way to get pussy. Either way, this is all about the cooze. But it as much about the pursuit of it as it as about having us. You like the chase, I think. I am right, aren't I?" 

The truth is that this was the a thing I had been thinking about it. No doubt, I was pussy happy and the process of capturing it, that has all been perfectly delightful. In that moment, turning left into Don Juan Mall, I realized that this was all about getting my sister back, letting her back into the family business and back into the family. I had no idea till that moment that this was what motivated me from the beginning. 

"I do like pussy." I agreed.

"You like variety, different pussy." 

"Every man likes variety."

"But not every may can satisfy the pussy he has, much less a bevy of pussy like you are aiming to get." Liza snorted. "You claim you want to be on the board and that shit. No one buys that." 

"Crap. I thought that made a lot of sense." 

Here Liza turned to me. I had parked by now, following her pointing finger. "It does. I think you should. Keep that working. If they don't believe that is what you are after, it will be easier. I have been with you and I know, you love pussy. Here I am, about to introduce you to a 25 year old girl who will adore you and I am nearly 40. What does that tell you?"

"You have a big heart?" 

"Or an empty head!" Liza snorted. "No. No, you have a way about you that lets you love me and love Val or Jen and, and, and I don't care. I, I just want to watch. Christ, I wish you had fucked me after you did her this morning. I was so excited watching you do her, knowing how enthralled she was...I could see it in every move she made. She loved having my eyes on her while you did her and she liked having you do her. It was the perfect coalescence of cock and pussy. You do that. I don't know how. I haven't figured that out yet but there is something about you that...that..." Liza snapped her fingers. "It makes Eve Covington endure your libidinous innuendo without blushing or blinking. She fucking likes it and that is something. In there, there is a young, innocent girl waiting for your to take her. She is yours, like a plump plum bursting to be eaten." 

"She wants me to go down on her?"

"No. Yes." Liza slapped my shoulder. "Don't be so fucking literal. I am trying to help you out here." 

I looked at her. "Why is that? Why are you so easily converted into a willing partner in prostituting all the women of Holdingsfield?" 

Liza regarded me for a moment. "Because we fucking need it. I like it here. I like the company, at least the women. You, you want to keep this working, keep us together. I want to help you do that." She scrunched up her nose. "And I come with you. I have to admit, that counts for something. Okay, for a lot. With me, and I suspect, with the others more than they ever want to admit. Not all of us will be like Jen and open up to the pleasure immediately. You are trying to save Holdingsfield and I want to help you do that." 

"How do you purpose to help me?"

She grinned. "You do me. Let her watch us. Then you can make your pitch to her." 

I sneered. "Sounds to me like you are getting yours. Does she even live at Holdingsfield?"

Liza was caught off guard and her suspicion that I was the man who knew too much, shifted a little. "She is married to a man who is 73. We call him Mr. Viagra. He is a masher. You know, always handling women. Pinching asses and fondling tits, like he was selecting peaches at the super market. He married Bethlynn when she was 22. The rumor was that her father traded her for debt forgiveness but no one knows if that is true or not."

I did. It was. Her father was gone now, her mother was a widow living on food stamps and working two jobs to keep her lights on. 

"Anyway, Earl Commodium lost his fortune in a swindle some time after they got married. A Nigerian took him for twenty-million, goes the story. A version of the Spanish hostage. He fell for it hook line and stinker. Now he spends his time down at the park oogling the mothers with their children. He is not a perv, really. He does like to watch but word is that Bethlynn quit fucking him after he lost his money. He cannot blame the economy for his missing fortune. His problem is in the mirror." 

I nodded. That all matched my recollection of Bethlynn Brazil's file, though I could not place the name with an image. "Let's go meet your prospect." 

"What about the per diem, thing?" 

I looked over at Liza. "You and Val came up with this?" 

She colored a little. "Just trying to help. With Mrs. Hines working against you, this, what you are doing will be more difficult."

"How much more difficult?" 

Liza shrugged. "More. How do you measure difficulty?" 

She had a point. We went into the mall and after a while found the young lady in question. 

Bethlynn Brazil had really light eyes, like they were gray or something. Against her perfect white skin, it would not have been so striking but for her black hair. Her bangs where raggedly cut and so long that they covered her eyebrows, nearly covering her eyes. Her black hair was long, hanging far below the lower line of her impressive breasts. Her eyes were cool, I could not tell if they were analytical or vacant. That ambiguity certainly worked in her favor. She wore black, to match her hair. Stretch pants and a long black wrap-coat that covered a black halter. The halter clung to her tits like a baby monkey to its mother while she swung through the jungle. She kept the long, cloth coat wrapped around her but when she shook my hand, she released it and it came unwrapped, showing me her impressive breasts. And,yes, I stared. 

The one thing Liza had not mentioned that I did know about Bethlynn was that all the assets once belonging to Abe (Abraham Earl) Commodium whom she knew as Earl had been moved into her name. His identity was so compromised, she took back her original name, Brazil, and the assets were now across a very hastily erected legal moat from him. Neither Earl nor the Nigerian could get to them. Unfortunately, by the time the transfer was made, three years earlier, the assets were both ill-liquid and leveraged as part of Earl's efforts to keep his fortunate together. An attorney friend had helped him move them but had taken all the cash the man possessed as fees, all he had left. Some friend! 

When I shook hands with the girl, I got the distinct vibe that she fully understood how close she was to joining her elderly husband in the park on a permanent basis. I was wrong. That vibe I got, that was Bethlynn. Something no profile would convey. She was compliant to the point of being immobile. Since she was beautiful, this passivity did not really matter, at least not to the men in her life. At the moment, she was boinking a worthless musician whom I would need to shoo away. If the fucker got her hooked on drugs I'd have him...well, he'd get a heroic wedgie anyway. I am not a thug. 

We shopped for awhile. Bethlynn never said a word. Syllables, but not a word. Her eyes, though, they seemed perfectly alive, perfectly aware, perhaps even aware of what was about to happen to her. I was stalling, trying to figure out how I was going to negotiate with a sphinx of this ilk when Liza selected an outfit for herself and demanded that I help her try it on. The ploy was transparent but I had nothing better. 

"What about Bethlynn? Shouldn't we find something for her to try on? After all, if I like it on you and have to buy you something, it would be rude not to buy her something." Another transparent ploy, but it worked fine. 

Bethlynn picked up a blouse with long sleeves, far less revealing than the twin slingshots she wore currently. It was floral, like an impressionist painting done by someone who liked black and blue-green. The short guy, Degas, that was his name. The imp, the dwarf. Edgar Degas. She apparently liked his colors. I bet the little satyr would have loved her in every way imaginable. I was enjoying imagining loving her myself. Degas surely would have been equally robust with his appreciation. His would have been worth millions. Mine was worth an instant hardon. So far. 

The three of us adjourned to the dressing room. I understood why Liza selected this store, The Empire Way; the dressing rooms were plush, like sitting rooms with two lounge chairs and a vanity table with lights around the mirror and a little stool, upholstered in a rich white fabric. It was fashioned for social shopping, a group affair. Ringed stains on the vanity testified to the liberties people took in these rooms. I was about to take liberties of my own. The carpet was white, the walls were white. If Bethlynn hoped to hide in this room, she was shit out of luck. She stood out like a Rorschach blot on a Nun's outfit. Maybe I mean an Abbess, the one that wears all white. My Catholic clothing recognition is worse than my style sense. 

Bethlynn seemed to know where her assets lay. The moment Liza closed and latched the door, she dropped the wrap-coat, showing me her tits. They were impressive. The thin black halter showed off her tight little nipples. The girl's lips glistened. She kept licking them. Her skin was alabaster white, like Liza's. There was no contrast there. The stark contrast was the black and the red hair, le rouge et le noir, as it were. My cock was conveniently hard. I had this overbearing urge to begin to explain the situation to this girl but she forestalled me, untying the knot behind her neck and letting her breasts dangle free. 

I say dangle, they were more like igloos, frozen in place though they swayed like giant things tend to do, slowly and stately as great cumulus clouds. She stood still and her tits stood stiller, more still? Just as still. The things did not move, even a little, even as she breathed. It was like she was wearing armor. I had the perfect lance for her. I am not above such thoughts, not staring at those tits. God, they were fabulous! 

"Joshua? Joshua?" 

For a moment, I didn't know who Liza was talking to. I was Alan and this guy Joshua, his life was so far afield from where I lived I felt disembodied. 

Liza poked me in the ribs. 

I jumped. 

"Impressive, aren't they?" Liza whispered, awe in her voice, the same awe that was swelling my cock to the point of pain. Liza ran a hand over the front of my pants. "Okay, honey, you have made your point. You are here to try on the blouse. Shouldn't you wear that with a bra?" 

Bethlynn shook her head. She pulled on the blouse. Now, now her tits moved, like hard rubber, they moved, like they really were muscles.

I wanted to touch them, give them a thorough examination to prove they were real. Shit, what if they were plastic? Does a man dying of thirst worry about a little hair in the glass? What if they were silicone? I liked the question because it justified the itch in my hands, my lips... can a tongue itch? Oh, and my cock. I had this vision of my cock sliding between her tits as part of the investigation as to their true nature. 

While I stared, she struggled to button up the blouse. 

"That's too small, honey." Liza said, talking like a doting aunt. 

"Fucking shut up, Liza." I hissed at her. Liza twitched like I had slapped her. 

Bethlynn was watching me as I watched her. She had this shy little smile on her face, while her fingers nimbly buttoned the first two buttons at the bottom of the blouse. They were about even with her belly button. She had to pull the cloth tight around her middle to get the buttons to fasten, so yeah, objectively, it was a bit small. Subjectively, however, my cock and my brain, eyes, hands, lips, tongue, a veritable quorum of my voting anatomy insisted it was Goldilocks perfect. With two buttons successfully fastened, the lapels of the blouse flanked each breast, pressing them together; an urge they resisted. The result was a V'd frame around her tits, the blouse formed a scrunched arrow pointing down at her pussy. I stared at this girl-woman. She smiled shyly under my burning gaze. She took her time, buttoning that blouse. 

Beside me, I felt Liza's growing exasperation but she forgot something. She was on the menu for a good rogering, not this girl. This girl was appetizer and she was doing her job admirably. Bethlynn had a long torso, her legs were short, a bit thick for her body but her ass made them look normal, swelling behind her with fine, plush curves but more or less straight to the sides, like they forgot her hips or redistributed her wealth from them to her ample, plush and luscious tits. Her stomach was long and lean, forming a rippled transverse between the hips and her breasts. Her shoulders arched backwards, thrusting her breasts forward. Gotta love good posture.

The first two buttons fastened, she gripped the sides of the blouse and pulled them forward and together, wrapping her tits in the loving embrace. She held the two sides together and looked at me, blinking her eyes. My fucking hands were shaking. I moved forward, almost backhanding Liza when she snorted. I pulled the first button, the one just under the lower bulge of her bare breasts, I pulled it, pulled it carefully, tugging against the full thrust of her breasts, pulled against the stubborn resistance of her tits, pulled the poor, frightened little button into the button hole and hooked it. The motion plumped up her breasts as if my hands were planted under them, pushing them together. I thought I could hear the little button squealing with the strain. I so wanted to help. 

Bethlynn pulled harder on the remainder of the blouse. 

I found the next button, my hands shaking so hard I could barely move them in a single direction. I felt the heat of this woman's body and I wanted her, I had to have her. I heard shuffling behind me. I hooked the button into the button hole, pulling the blouse tight across the crest of her incredible tits. Shit, I was right there, close enough to touch. I didn't. I remained polite, careful to keep the boundaries in place. She closed her eyes, saying tacitly "I'm not watching what you do next." I buttoned the next button and the next, finishing with my hands under her chin. She removed her hands. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 12



Okay. I fell off the tread mill. I was talking on the phone to Crowley and misstepped. The thing dumped me on my ass. I was trying to keep the phone to my ear and wrenched my back something awful. I went to a back doctor and he put me in two days of traction. Shit. Visions of Bethlynn danced in my head and a new clock ticked in my brain. I was laid up for a week before I could reliably stand straight for an extended amount of time. Fucking or even tensing up the way a hardon tends to require was completely out. I stowed the cock. Jennifer shifted smoothly from sex object to nurse, tending me assiduously and with a quiet delight. She even got a nurse's uniform. The first time I ran a hand up between her legs my back spasmed. I treated her very professionally after that and frankly, I could not tell if she approved or it disappointed her. She maintained her professional calm, hiding her real-life reactions to the shift in our circumstances. 

John came to see me and we played chess and watched football and avoided the subject of pussy. It was awfully nice of him to do that. Not that I get lonely, I have been on my own most of my life, surrounded by people beholden to me or my parents pretty much from birth. Everyone always had a buttered side to their toast and not usually the side I was on. I got buttered up but people usually did it for reasons that had little to do with friendship. 

John did not come across that way. 

I thought Eve was up to something but the longer I was around John, the less I suspected him of knowing what it was. Naive I know, but still. He was a guy and we both lusted after the same woman. He actually seemed unconcerned that woman happened to be his wife. That impressed me. I'd ask how she was and he'd look at me with those blue eyes, somber and searching. Then his lips would smile a vague, off-hand smile. "Still beautiful. Still sexy. Still mine." He'd say, not snidely but as a gentle reminder that the matter was not settled, still in negotiation, and unyielding. I usually changed the subject. 

After a week in bed, with Jennifer fussing over me—she proved to be an incredibly competent nurse, I paid her cash for her help, for allowing me to keep another strange person out of my house. She used it to buy the nurse's uniform so it turned out to be more of an investment than an expense to me. After a week in bed, I finally started to get around and just as the back cracker said, I was good as new. He told me my injury needed time to relax and staying in bed off my feet was crucial if I wanted to get back to normal soon. He hinted that fucking was a bad idea, or any activity that involved tightening those muscles. Shit. He was right in every respect. 

It was during this time that my girl Jennifer got the password to the one email account I left present on my computer. I don't know how and I don't care but it started us down a very strange road. Me, her, Eve, everyone. 

I finally left the house, just walking. Everyone had left me alone but the truth was I was isolated. Aurora, according to John, was marshaling the pussy patrol and railing at the dick chasing ways of the four women I had acquired. For all this activity, I still had just four women and was not much closer to the board than when I began. After a full two weeks had passed, I was feeling up to snuff. That night, I took Jennifer to bed. What started out as a nervous therapy session turned into a more extended exam; the nurse passed very well. The next morning, she pronounced me healed and resumed her normal role as a sex object. It was then that I noticed John's attention whenever she came into the room. 

While I remained guarded with John, it was Eve I suspected. It seemed curious to me that he would let me see his interest in my sex object. Surely he did not think me oblivious, that I would not notice his lingering glance and the longing in it as he stared after the shifting ass of my blond sex object. I did notice. I think Jennifer did as well and she liked it. She had a thing for him, or at least, a jealousy of Eve. They were distinctly two different blonds, but still blonds. 

John called me on a Thursday and came over. He sat down and Jennifer came into the room, dressed as a sex object; her tits waving at us behind a diaphanous white blouse. 

"You back to normal?" John asked. 

"Yes, I can say with some certainty that he is." Jennifer tittered. 

John looked at her and I saw the lust gleaming in his eyes. Jennifer noticed it too, I could tell. She fussed over him and when she left the room, John's eyes remained fixed on her. 

"Care for a bj?" I asked. 

John's head whipped back around, his eyes big as saucers. 

"Not from me, motherfucker." I growled. I jerked a thumb out of the room. "From her. I, I bet she'd get off on doing you a solid. She likes to be used." 

The whole time John had been coming around, that last week, Jennifer had been doing the nurse thing. Today was the first time she appeared in her normal state of sex object and John noticed. 

"I, fuck me, Josh, of course I'd love to have a go at that but I have Eve." There was no regret in his voice. He was genuinely turning me down. I was glad Jennifer was not in the room, she'd have been bitterly disappointed. "What about, uh, Bethlynn? Have you signed her yet?" 

I shook my head. The door bell rang. 

"Mr. Gale. Someone to see you." Jennifer called from the foyer. I got up, still stiff but feeling no pain and almost to the point where that no longer surprised me. Occasional twinges gave me pause, cautioning me to be slow and deliberate in my movements. 

I walked out to the foyer from my office. 

A tall woman, angular in every respect except for her bulbous breasts stood just inside the door. She smiled a wispy smile. "Mr. Gale?" 

She wore a maid's uniform, of a sort. She had the white cap in her honey colored, straight hair. A black, form-fitting, mid-calf skirt that hugged that form, with the lace imprint of black images, and a black and white blouse that hugged her torso as the skirt hugged her hips and legs. The blouse came to her elbows and had white epaulets on the shoulders, a black bodice that showed plainly the dainty white bra. She was a vision. 

"I am Joshua Gale." I returned her politeness.

She nodded. "I have something from Mrs. Aurora Hines." She held it out. A flat panel, an open envelop. I took it. She turned to go.

"Wait." I said and slid the very expensive, very formal card from the glossy golden interior of the envelop. I glanced at it. I was invited to tea at 3 that afternoon. Tea? Is that what she called it? My skepticism would prove out. "Tell Mrs. Hines I will be there." I said. 

"She prefers RSVPs in person or writing."

I shrugged. "Don't tell her then." I smiled a thin smile similar to hers. "Its your ass. Not mine." Her eyes were undressing me. If ever I had met a man-eater, it was this woman. She had that look and her dossier suggested it. It insisted that she was lesbian but she had a cock or twenty in her past so pussy was an acquired taste. I hoped. She had a live-in girl friend who certainly liked cock. When there was cock to be had, she had it but it tended to precipitate jealous rages in her servile friend. 

The woman turned back to the door but then turned back to face me. "I will tell her. She will think you rude." 

"I am rude but I only greet rudeness with rudeness. I'll let her know that as well." 

"Rude? How have I been rude, Monsieur?"

I gestured generally at her belly. "Your name. You did not bother to introduce yourself."

She bowed her head then. "I am but Madame Hines maid." She swallowed the "H" so it came out "Ines" 

"But a trusted member of her entourage or she would not have entrusted this to you. Your name?" 

"Surely you know...?"

"Sure I don't. Rude." I shook my head. Sure I did know her name but I wanted to hear her French accent say it. I wanted to be able to copy it. I gestured to Jennifer. Mrs. Simpson had been standing to the side, watching this new little play unfold. "This is my sex object, Jennifer." 

"Hi. My name is Jennifer Simpson. Mr. Gale owns me. Would you like something?"

I could see the woman clicking through possibilities. She certainly knew Jennifer Simpson but to remain in character, she could not admit it. John had told me a number of things about the game Mrs. Hines played with Yvette Moreau. Part of it was punishment if either Aurora or Yvette broke character. The nature of the punishment must have been severe because both women regarded such breeches with profound distaste and avoided them at nearly every cost. All this was throbbing in the woman when I spoke next. 

"Smear her lipstick, Jennifer." 

Jennifer choosing to be a dolt, walked to the woman and with her right pinky, smeared the woman's cherry lipstick up under her nose. 

"No, idiot." I said, letting real chagrin into my tone. "Kiss her." 

"Oh, right." Jennifer leaned in and smooched her on the cheek. 

"Jennifer, kiss her on the mouth or pussy till she tells me her name." 

Jennifer leaned in and kissed Yvette soundly on the mouth. Yvette, for her part did not lean away but her arms, coated with long gloves that covered hands and arms up to just below the sleeves, clutched Jennifer by the shoulders. Jennifer groaned and sidled closer. Yvette stepped away, touching two gloved fingers to her lips. Her eyes, with the dark mascara outlines often associated with Euro-fans, fixed on me. 

"Milord, my name is Yvette Moreau, if it please you. I should return to milady?" 

I waved her away, in response to her half-question. She departed, her shiny black high heels clicking on the foyer tiles. I liked that sound. "Jennifer, I think you need to wear high heels all the time, don't you? You have the legs for them. You should benefit from them. Barefoot all the time, that is entirely too casual for you, don't you think?" 

She squeaked and fled upstairs. 

John was standing at the door to my office where we had been talking. I flicked through what was available in my office and decided unless he hacked into my computer, I was not exposed. I had nothing of Alan Livingston's world there but the lone email I used to communicate with Crowley. Except of course my phone. I checked and it was on my hip. John was grinning. 

"You sort of gave her the once over." 

"The what?" 

John shrugged. "She, that's Yvette Moreau and she is an intimidating bitch." 

"Is that 'bitch' in the literal sense or the more generic synonym for female?"

He grinned. "The latter I think. She, shit she never smiles. She always looks you in the eyes."

"She is the one you were telling me about?" 

He nodded. We adjourned back to the office. "Listen, be careful when you go over there. You'll get your knob shined so be sure to shower, clean up I mean. Nothing is worse than having a maid spit your cock and run for mouth wash." 

"Experience?" 

He grinned. "We thought Aurora had access to cash at one time. She doesn't."

"No more than Eve does, right? Why don't you go back to her..." 

John held up his hand. "Listen, I know what you are thinking, that she could trade on the Covington name. But this is a matter of...of...shit, what is the equivalent of taking a man's balls with a woman? Ovaries? Not really the same, pretty tough to take them without leaving her dead, unless you're a surgeon. Balls, a bully with a rusty pocket knife can unman you."

"Hair." I said. 

"Hair?"

"Take a woman's hair. When the Nazi's pulled out of the western European towns, the women who boffed the Krauts got shaved."

John nodded. "Right. Take a woman's hair. Eve going back to her family would be exactly like that, cutting off her hair." He shook his head. "Fuck, I never thought about it but that is exactly right. I never asked or even suggested that. I get it. Her, her family, they're nothing special but they have ways of getting your balls—or your hair—without laying a hand on you." He shook his head. "Anyway, I came over to tell you, I think I have our girl, Jeri figured." 

My ears pricked up. Despite our best efforts, we had not been able to figure out how she was making her payments, often enough to stay out of default. Shows the limits of forensic accounting. She was coming up with cash somewhere and using it to pay just enough to keep afloat, and eat apparently. When I last saw her, she looked plenty healthy. "Oh."

John grinned. "I told you I could help. Once I got the office closed down, I had time to shadow her. Can you go out tomorrow? I want to show you. I think that will be most appropriate." He rubbed his nose with an index finger thoughtfully. "I think I understand that you need to buy these women without cutting off their hair. So, come out with me tomorrow. Let me show you what I have found. Then I can tell you how I think you can get her signed on the dotted line, or on the linen line, if you like?" 

"The linen line?" 

"You know, between the sheets." 

"Ah, right." The guy kept trying to be clever. "Sure. What time? I can go out tomorrow. Need pussy with us?" 

"Nope. Guys night out." 

My neck tickled. I had to keep working with the guy. He did understand. I had to have Eve, without scalping her. That was essential. Unlike the other guys I had met at Holdingsfield, he still had his balls and I did not want them. So that is another complication. 

He left and I went to work. I caught up a bit. The first week had been a haze of good drugs. I got off them immediately so that next week was rougher but I got well quick enough. I never felt like working and left Sharon to her thing. My cover as Josh Gale was a subsidiary we parked capital in for use elsewhere, hidden from prying eyes trying to guess our cash reserves. I invested that in short term markets and traded currencies. I was getting the hang of it. This was the longest I had been at it, the longest I had been Joshua Gale since Crowley created him for me as a way to vacation incognito, even for just a night. I liked it and I was settling into the role pretty well I thought. 

I bet against the EURO and did some other research. Before I knew it, it was two and time to clean up. At five to three, I walked out my door and sauntered down the street towards the big house at the end of the main avenue. It was the largest house in the community, not necessarily the most expensive, but the largest. I walked up to the door, looked for a buzzer and finding none, I used the large knocker. The doors were double with a knocker on each, wrought iron tear drops on pivots mounted on the two big, rough aged-oak doors . The iron echoed, sounding on the oak. 

The large door creaked open and I half expected Marty Feldman to open the door with his hunchback and one bulging eye. I was relieved to find Yvette and not Marty Feldman. I could not help myself. "Nice knockers." I muttered. 

"I beg your pardon, sir?" Yvette asked, raising her thin eyebrows. 

"I said, nice knockers." The woman looked down at her chest. I made sure to be looking at the door, gesturing. "You don't see them much any more. Most people use electric bells, these days." 

Yvette smiled thinly in that European way, all ennui and blase cool, full of noblesse oblige and disdain before a bumpkin American. "This way, sir." She closed the door behind me. Soft mood music slithered through the dark house. No electric lights were on and little outside light came in. The floor was all red slate, the walls a dark gray textured plaster that suggested adobe. The woman stopped and I nearly bumped into her. She turned and looked at me. She was about my height. "Monsieur, I must apologize for my appalling behavior, earlier. Would you permit me to make amends?"

I shrugged. She got to her knees before I could blink. Her deft hands had my belt open and my slacks unbuttoned before I could lick my lips. "Whoa, wait a sec. What are you doing?"

"It is a blowjob. I wish to suck you off." Her French accent made it sound exotic, like she was inventing something and I should shut up and let her genius work. She looked up at me from where she knelt, one knee up. Her black hose was netted with images scattered through the darkness. I wanted to see more. 

I pulled her up, holding up my pants with the other hand. "That is all right, Yvette. A simple apology would be sufficient." 

"Oh no, monsieur, if milady found out I traded mere words for bad behavior, she would punish me and takes delight in tormenting me. She will inquire if I have made amends...." Her implication was clear. 

"Well, okay, how about a kiss, then?" 

She threw her arms around my neck and pulled herself against me. All that European reserve disappeared. Her lush tits rubbed against my chest. I wore a simple polo shirt and slacks. I felt her firm breasts just fine. Her lips found mine, she pressed me against the rough plaster wall. She kissed me and she fucking meant it. In moments her tongue was down my throat and one of her hands had snaked down my chest and into my pants, slipping easily under my briefs and grasping my cock. It hardened in her cool hand while she kissed me. 

I finally broke the kiss, my cock throbbing in her grip. "I think you have made amends enough." This woman needed a contract in the worse way. But from what John told me, the way to her was through Aurora. I had to follow through with this visit to get the lay of the land, so to speak. 

"Now, I suck you, yes?" Her big eyes blinked before mine. The long skirt from that morning was gone, replaced by a short little black number that puffed out over her long, lithe legs, easily showing her garter straps and the limits of the black hose. 

"A kiss is fine." I assured her, feeling the web of the black widow weaving into place around me.

"Oh monsieur, I want to taste your cum. When milady offers me to you, you must fuck me or she will punish me."

I tried to wiggle out, but now, thinking about it, I am not sure why I was so reluctant. I must have been concussed or something. "Punish you? How does she punish you?"

"She refuses to kiss my pussy." 

Okay. I was speechless then, I apparently did not understand the maid-mistress relationship in place here. I lost focus, struck dumb by her words, so much so that when she knelt and finished undoing my pants, pulling my now nicely erect cock into public, I leaned against the wall and let her. That was no time to be impolite. Her lips touched my cock and sure enough, she sucked me. Past her lips and down her long, graceful neck, she drew my cock into her mouth like she was drinking a fine wine. She had that ability to make sucking my cock seem like an elegant display of her womanly charms. She did and it was. Her big eyes regarded me with gravity while she swallowed around my cock lodged in her throat. Her throat motions felt like they ran the the full length of my cock, escalating waves of sensation from root to head. 

How she managed, I don't know. Her lips never once broke seal. It was the most elegant blowjob I have ever experienced. Professional without being cold, she managed to provide the perfect service with lips and tongue, kneeling awkwardly on one knee. That made it all the more amazing because she never wavered, never lost her balance even as her head bobbed, stroking my cock as she did so. 

I leaned against the wall and let her do me. Her hands clutched the quads on my legs. Her head moved back and forth and the sucking increased intensity. Not a sound, just the luscious sensation of her lips sliding up and down on my cock. She cradled my balls with one hand and then began to squeeze them in some sort of rhythm I could not hear, but it matched the sucking of her mouth and lips. 

In two minutes, I gushed into her mouth, groaning through a very thorough orgasm. The woman could kiss and suck cock. She stood up, licking her thick Gallic lips. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 12



"What did you say about fucking you?" I muttered. I was being a smart ass but she immediately turned around and placed her hands against the wall opposite me, bending at the waist. She reached behind her and flipped her skirt up. 

"Please, monsieur, if you enter me, you will do me and milady a great honor." 

The woman was so sincere, my pants were already around my ankles. I looked at her long, lank legs and the ass that attached them to her body. Her ass was like an afterthought, included after all the other pieces were in place. It is an exaggeration but it seemed like the bulging lips of her pussy were bigger then the cheeks of her ass. That is, as I say, an exaggeration; the right way to express that moment was that her pussy dominated my vision and her ass retreated. Her invitation to plant the flag entranced me. For a moment we were still; she twisted to look at me and holding her skirt out of the way, revealing the garters, stockings and the belt the held them up, one hand on the wall. I stood staring at this woman offering herself to me, giving the disorienting impression that if I fucked her, I would be doing her a huge favor. What could I do? The altruist in me took over. 

I shuffled in behind her, taking the skirt from her hand. She released it and put that hand on the wall, arching her back so that her ass lifted, presenting me with a straight shot into her body via her pursed pussy. I leaned over her back. She did not have panties of any consequences on. All I saw for certain was the gleaming lips of her pussy and a very tidy ass hole. I put a finger into her, just to see if she was serious. She sighed and widened her legs.

"Please, monsieur. Le cock, please." That was when I thought she was fucking with me. Le coq would be "chicken" in French. She was as French as I was but then, when you do the French Maid fantasy, you do the best you can. I shuffled behind her and lined up my cock. My head kissed her pussy and she shuddered, bending her knees and arching her back, opening herself to me more. 

"Yvette, dear. Who was at the door?" 

I heard the voice but refused to belief it was any of our business. I was pushing forward when Yvette straightened, turning. My cock head penetrated her for a luscious moment and then was ripped free as access to her departed. 

"Milady, it is Mr. Gale." Yvette called back. 

I was standing in the entrance hall with my cock head coated in Yvette's gravy and the rest wet from her mouth. I realized in that moment before I pulled up my slacks, that I had jumped with both feet into the Devil's pit, giggling the whole way. Fuck you, you would have too, if that woman had offered to suck your cock. Bite me.

"Bring him in. We have an appointment. I approve of his punctuality." 

Had I not been prompt about pulling up my pants, dear Yvette would have dragged me into the living room on my face. I was still buckling my belt when she towed me into the living room by the elbow—a breech in her aristocratic manner. I say living room because "throne room" sounds idiotic. It was that, though. There was an opening to the dining table and cupboards beyond on the left and a hall on the right leading back to what I supposed would prove to be the kitchen. 

That left the wall between the two openings and two others. Each had a lounge against it, a ladies couch, fainting couches I think they are called, the ones with high backs and an arm at one end. Something Cleopatra or Liz Taylor would have looked normal in; a display case for a sensual woman. In the center of the back wall was a raised chair. It was not a normal chair. No, it wasn't a throne of swords or anything like that. It was for eating pussy. I could see it from where I stood. It sat on three tiers, each well padded but narrow enough to provide proximity to the Queen's pussy if you knelt there. On each side, upholstered in green, were three tiers of arms, each fixed to an assembly designed to hold her legs wide and apart, one was fairly relaxed and low, the next higher and wider, the last would nearly plant her knees in her ears. They must have been on pivots to allow her to select the position of her legs. 

Aurora Hines sat on the throne, her legs wide, a finger toying with her sparkling snatch. What clothing she wore was bunched round her short waist. She wore a tight, white tee-shirt, that did nothing to hide her mammoth boobs. Her nipples bumped the fabric but her huge aureoles shown through like lily pads on a pond. They looked more like rifle targets they were so large. They covered each breast like little beanies. I had that thought and I almost laughed. I stopped, staring at the woman. I had a hint of her attributes but did not expect to find her presented to me in this way. She appeared as neither queen nor mistress. She looked for all the world like a woman waiting to be fucked. 

Yvette, meanwhile, had knelt at the first step and was kissing the underside of Aurora's thighs. Aurora sighed and leaned back. She waved with one hand between her spread knees. "Yes, you may." 

Yvette moved her mouth to the woman's gaping pussy and licked it with one gleaming swipe of her long, French tongue. Aurora Hines shuddered. 

Fucking John had tried to explain but this could not be captured with words. There is no other word for it. Yvette made love to her pussy. For several minutes I watched while the woman ate Aurora's pussy, kissing and licking, never touching her with her hands—they were clasped together at the small of her back, which forced her to manage her balance with just her tongue and her knees. She managed that with astonishing elegance.

Again, she made not a sound, her tongue and lips careful to administer her love to Aurora Hine's pussy without smacking or slurping or any sound at all. Only her breathing and Aurora's careful, measured panting broke the stillness and the silence of the room. My cock was screaming but no one heard that. The fucker's a mute! 

Finally, after minutes of teasing and slurping at the margins, Yvette spiked her tongue deep into Aurora. The woman grunted and then she squeaked, her hips bucked once. Her head dropped back and she groaned. "Oh yes, you have come along so well, oh, yes, yes, there, dear. Eat Momma Aurora there till I come good!" Yvette was elegant. Aurora was lusty and frankly so. 

A moment later Aurora Hines hissed, sucking air through her clinched teeth. Her hips began to swing, held aloft by her legs looped over one of the sets of arm rests. She stretched back and grabbed two studs on the high back of the chair. She lifted herself up and her hips bucked forwards and back while Yvette rode them, licking and sucking and slurping.

"Oh so nice, so very nice! Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh yesss!" Aurora orgasmed right before my eyes. 

To say I was intimidated is an understatement. John had warned me. He was not anywhere close to covering the scope of the moment. Aurora Hines writhed through a series of ever-increasingly intense orgasms. Each swell broke over her and she greeted it with a gasp and a squeal. She shuddered but Yvette never relented. The French woman's head bobbed constantly between the splayed black legs. Aurora's hips rose and shook, twisted and twitched as Yvette ate her with tongue and lips. After coming for perhaps five minutes, Aurora tapped Yvette on the head. 

"Honey, your turn. Mustn't ignore our guest." She sat up in the odd little chair that a larger woman could never have comfortably mounted. Her eyes, glittering with pleasure, found me and after an extended effort, fixed on me. "Care for a taste, or if not, please fuck my maid, Yvette. I understand you two have been introduced. She was rude to you I understand. Has she made amends?" 

For a moment I was caught in the undertow and thought I was going to go down with it. The idea of tasting Aurora Hines suddenly seemed like a pleasure I wanted badly. My cock throbbed inside of my slacks. I regretted fastening them up. My cock felt positively claustrophobic. I stared at Aurora's pussy. My mind clicked and I pulled my gaze back, realizing that Yvette had assumed the position, her hands planted on one of the tiered chair arms, bent at the waist. With one hand she was lifting up the short drape of her skirt covering her ass, revealing the pussy I was so lately lined up to penetrate. It was right there in front of me again. 

Aurora gestured at that end of her bent maid. "Have her. She adores cock, don't you my dear?"

"Yes, Madam. I adore the cock." 

"If you prefer the Greek way, she can get you lube." 

I was completely charmed. This was how you used a sex object. Maid, sex object, whatever you call it, her, it is the same thing. Sexual satisfaction on demand. Oh glory! Oh wonder! Oh brave new world that has such pussy in it! My mind was whirling and my cock was throbbing. 

Then I was saved. Out of the corner of my eye, just in the dim light from some interior window, I saw a Japanese woman, hair so long it looked unnatural, covering her in a wash of black, through which only one bare breast peaked at me, nipple as erect as my cock. Just below the lowest fall of her cascading blackhair, I saw her bush. The woman was nude. Her face was nearly obscured by the fall of her hair. 

"Kiko, shoo. You had your taste! Now go. It's her turn!" 

Jesus H. Christ. I thought. She has two of them. The Japanese woman skittered away in a puff of straight black hair. Her thin legs seemed barely to move. She seemed to float, to move without movement, with grace that barely ruffled her hair. Like that, like a puff of breath in the cold, she was gone. 

"I am sorry. That bitch has no manners. You train them but the moment you indulge them, they betray their training. She warmed me up so you could share my orgasm without waiting too long. I'm like a diesel, I take a long time to get up to speed." This woman was no queen. She had been the road the rubber met in the past. She was a rough piece, and a piece of work. "Please, help yourself. Share your orgasm with me, won't you? I do so love to watch a man come." 

Her gesture towards her bent maid tempted me. This felt like theater and I was unable to find my lines. It felt staged but I was the only one awkward in any way. 

Then my mind gave me a brief reprieve. "Mrs. Hines, I think I would prefer to fuck you." Brilliant! I thought. I did not know what response I would get. I expected to have ruffled the black woman but she merely pointed at her bent maid. 

"It would be rude to deprive Yvette, particularly after she sucked your cock for you...she did suck you nicely, didn't she?" 

I nodded automatically. My cock always tells the truth. I had definitely been nicely sucked. 

"So? Don't you think you should return the favor and fuck her? She is devoted to pussy but cock keeps her balanced. It has been some days since she has had any cock and a very long time since she has had new cock. Is this how you do business, Mr. Gale? Take freely with one hand and then demand something for nothing!"

"Certainly not!" I mumbled. 

"Then please, insert your cock in her pussy. Then we can proceed." 

I didn't to be asked twice. I missed that I was following orders because, well, the pussy was right there with a single glittering tear beading on one bulging flange. I was well and truly seduced. I got behind the woman and found my fingers had all turned to thumbs. I could no more open my own pants than I could brush my teeth with my elbow. 

"Calmly, Mr. Gale. Please, there is no need to rush. She is yours to pleasure at your pleasure. Would you like to see my breasts? I wear this because it is comfortable but I will take it off if you will be more comfortable naked when you mount my maid." 

Yvette groaned at the words. Her body rippled, like she was a flag draped over a balcony ruffled by a hot wind. 

My head was spinning. Suddenly my fingers returned and my pants were gone. I shucked off the polo shirt and stood before this woman utterly nude. The power of suggestion is powerful indeed. 

Aurora smiled wickedly. "Well? What are you waiting for? Is there something you need to complete the moment?" 

I think I fucked up. "Yes, if you please. Do remove your shirt. I want to see your...." I got that far and realized I was better off not talking. "I, you have luscious breasts. Please, remove your shirt." 

Aurora's pussy disappeared as she sat forward. The tee-shirt lifted up over her breasts. I expected them to wobble to the sides but they shifted higher, as though the shirt held them down. The huge aureoles came into view. They demanded the eyes, pulling your vision to them. They covered nearly half of each breast, with a tiny spot of nipple in each brown field. I felt as though I were looking down the large bores of two cannons. They pointed at me and I felt them, like Aurora was part of them, not the other way around; a woman attached to breasts. Aurora sat back, opening her legs. Her pussy glittered, as though frosted—impossible in the heat. 

I, meanwhile, watching as she exposed herself utterly to me, lined up my cock and thrust into dear Yvette. Yvette lifted her head and groaned as my cock slid into her body. Her legs waggled a little, carefully widening her stance. She bent her knees a bit and punched her ass back at me, sheathing herself onto my cock. 

"Oh god, cock!" She sighed. 

"Thank him, Yvette. Manners! Manners!" 

"Oh thank you, monsieur, merci! Merci beaucoup!" 

Aurora leaned forward and patted the woman on the head. "Now if you please, make my maid come, if you can. Since she has sucked you off, it is only reasonable for you to give her a little joy, don't you think?" 

I agreed implicitly, pulling back and thrusting into her luscious depths again. Her inner muscles writhed as I pumped in and out of her. She was all milky goodness and inviting tension that seized on me like desperate hands on a saving rope but I was the one desperate to please. Her inner muscles clasped me and pulled at me, wrapping around my cock like a sultry hand. 

Aurora was speaking again. I knew it and struggled to catch up. I had to listen backwards to gather her full meaning. 

"Now, Mr. Gale, tell me what you intend to do for our community? I hear you are helping some of the householders but you are demanding contracts that surrender the female to your good services and restrict her male partner from indulging in her charms? Do you think this is entirely fair?" 

I grunted. My mind was fixed on making dear Yvette come. But this woman was long-legged and it seemed that she was straightening her legs, which took her pussy off level with my cock. In order to plunge into her fabulous depths, I was having to get up on my tiptoes. I cursed not taking off her high heels. 

"Mr. Gale? Can you answer for yourself? Is this fair?" 

"Both," I panted, ramming Yvette with increasing vigor. "Both pay. Woman with body, man by doing without."

Mrs. Hines nodded. "Ah, yes, I understand. But are you being fair?" 

"They, they signed the contracts. Husband, and husband and wife." I was panting with effort.

Yvette was looking back at me. Twisted. Her pussy mangled my speech and the mental control speech implies, if not actually demanding it. Her face remained unchanged from the expression she had when she first greeted me, that is to say, she exhibited no more expression with me pumping my cock into her body than she had when I shook her hand. Now I realize the bitch only has one expression. Then, however, I felt a brief flood of anxiety, the feeling of a man whose cock does not reach the back of the vagina, feeling like a carrot in a glass of water, ratting around but hardly satisfactory. 

I should have been paying attention to the tension in her cunt. It was more surgical glove than glass of water and my cock was much less carrot than piston in a very pliable cylinder. Her expression did not change; she was able to twist nearly entirely 180 degrees to look at me while I fucked her, gazing down the plank of her back, sheathed in the black maid bodice. I remember noticing it had stitching up the back, the criss-cross strings of Alpine female clothing, whatever you call that. 

Her pussy responded to me, her face did not. Her expression remained unchanging. I saw her bland expression and I fought to ram my cock into her harder and faster but I was only managing to penetrate with half my cock. I was panting. I wanted to make her cum, or at least blink her eyes. I wanted to cock them back in her head but that was overreaching. I see that now. I failed to see that then and proceeded to cock the young woman with all of my energy and attention. The challenge tickled my back. 

"Mr. Gale, do you think money can pay for the pleasure you are getting from my maid? If we, if you and I can arrive at an agreement, then I am certain that I will give you pleasure far in excess of this inexperienced young woman." 

Aurora Hines tipped one of her huge breasts up with one of her small hands. She licked deliberately across the full moon of her aureole, half eclipsing it with her tongue. I remember noting how large her tongue had to be to cover that much of her aureole. Talk about a fucking distraction! My dumb cock, surrounded with pussy, well half surrounded wanted a dip in Mrs. Hines' luscious mouth! Yvette clinched around the head of my cock and moved away, sliding her smooth goodness along my cock. All thought got pushed against both ears. 

Mrs. Hines was talking again "There have been a few men, a precious, precious few men who could give me pleasure with only his lips and tongue. One fellow, a fine strapping young buck, he made me come just by licking my breasts. He, now that man had talent. He knew what a woman wanted. Have you come yet, dear Yvette?" 

"No madame. Not close." Yvette untwisted her torso back around front to look up at Mrs. Hines. 

Yvette's legs seemed to be growing or mine were shrinking. I hammered harder but seemed to be losing the ability to enter her completely. Her pussy was too high. I was ripping at the slit with the front half of my cock. Hardly effective technique. 

"Mr. Gale, can we agree that until you make my maid come, you won't be able to make me come? I need very, very special care! If you are inadequate to this poor excuse for a woman, what hope do you have of making me come? I am fully a woman and I have needs and desires to which you must, er, measure up. If you do not, cannot, how can we do any business of the sort you have introduced here? Is that any sort of contract? You get my body but give me no pleasure?"

"It does not say that." I gasped. My mind was finally catching up to the moment. John had fucking warned me but here I was, trying to fuck a bitch on stilts. It was at that moment that I looked down and realized she was standing on a tier, three inches higher than me flatfooted on the floor. She still wore heels, but was up on her toes on the next step. She was hugging the chair, much higher than when she presented me her pussy. I tried to pull her down but she refused to budge. 

I pulled out of her, in truth, removing my cock head from her clasping pussy lips and, I might say, my other head from my own ass. "She's on a step." I said.

"You see how unfair life is? Now run along, leave the women of Holdingsfield alone." 

I shuffled backwards, unable to stagger with my trousers around my ankles. In my mind, I had stripped nude but in reality, my shirt was on the floor and my ankles were pinned as tightly as Oedipus' feet had been by my trousers. 

Mrs. Hines stared at me then deliberately dropped her gaze to my glistening, irate cock. She put a hand to her lips and giggled, her eyes full of ridicule and amusement. 

My cock wilted under her withering gaze, literally it turned out. 

I bent over and pulled up my pants. 

"You think this bullshit is going to distract me?" I snarled. Unhappy that I was so well and truly caught. I fumbled with my pants button and the belt buckle. I felt as if I had never dressed myself before. I picked up my shirt. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 12



"You want our little moment together to be on the Internet? Surely you have friends who would laugh at you if you appear in this state in a popular little film." 

I was half dressed. I sorted the shirt, looking for the front, turning it twice before I could puzzle that out simple thing. I stopped, suddenly cold. The spell was broken. "Oh, I see. Blackmail. How much land is at issue, Mrs. Hines?" 

I pulled on my polo shirt and zipped my protesting cock back into its claustrophobic trauma. "Mrs. Moreau? How much land do you think is at issue? How much has the board put at risk? Do the women of Holdingsfield know what the penalty for fraud of this magnitude is?" 

Dear Yvette stood up. "What is he talking about?" Her French affectation was gone. 

I knew it. The bitch was faking it. Ah shit. A real French Maid would have been cool. 

"Mr. Gale, you know nothing about it." Mrs. Hines spoke in a low voice, the lilting mocking tone was gone. 

"But I will. You want to keep me out of Holdingsfield? Fine. Convince the women of Holdingsfield and I'll leave. Blackmail me and I will end you all. If you ever bring this up again, I will see you..." I stuttered. "Not in hell, but in prison. See how a little pair of tits like you fairs in a real cage!" I was furious and only now realizing it. I felt so stupid. The woman had well and truly beguiled me but I was escaping with my hide intact. Barely. 

Aurora covered her tits. "Mr. Gale, I think we will have to agree to disagree. My tits are hardly small! If you insist, then yes, lets leave it up to the women of Holdingsfield. If you persuade fifteen, no sixteen, that is two thirds of the total householders of the community. Get that many under contract and I will will sign with you. You will never do it. Mrs. Lewis already hates you. Others will follow her. Do we have a deal? An agreement to do things my way?"

"If I get two thirds signed to a contract, then you will agree and council the few remaining to complete the transaction? That's fourteen, not sixteen." The bitch did not do numbers. 

She nodded. "Fine. But sixteen. That is what I suggest. Do you agree?" 

I shook my head. "Fourteen is fair, if you think you can play this game." My mind was returning from the depths of pussy were I had been lately planted. My cock groused. "Two thirds." 

For a moment the half-nude woman on her little throne glared at me. She seemed irate that her little pussy ploy had not pulled me in. In the end, she nodded. "Fine. Fourteen. You sign fourteen women and I'll not hinder you." She grinned evilly. "If you have them under contract, you can have them give me a little taste, by that I mean they should taste me, make me come. If you do that, I'll sign your contract too." She chuckled. "Bring them over and have them eat me and I'll count them to your count." 

I could not determine if she was trying to obstruct me or if she was just adding a tax on my game, a tax she was intent on collecting. I had the distinct feeling that she was holding her breath, her tits did not move a twitch. I looked up at her eyes and found her cooling regarding me. I nodded and left her on her throne, her maid sulking beside her. 

The walk home was utterly unpleasant. I don't know what I thought. I was beginning to believe my own press. I was being lionized but I was no lion in this woman's house. For this moment, for this grounding realization, I thanked Mrs. Hines but I vowed I would have her pussy and ass before I was done. 

One thing no Livingston accepted was a threat unanswered. I'd answer her and in spades. Her tits danced in my head, the great moons of her aureoles, and her small, compact body. I sensed that if I got her, Mrs. Moreau and Kiko Azura would not be far behind. Yvette's live-in lover was another matter. She was not a landowner too, and an avowed lesbian so she might prove complex, a variable in this equation. The key word was "avowed" and certainly she was not cock averse. Jeri Lewis meant 5. If Bethlynn...if there were others like Bethlynn, then I had no quorum. She made six and I was on the rivet. 

Shit!

I sulked all the way home but opening the door, greeted with Jennifer Simpson, wearing lace-on high heels, laces up the shin, nearly to the knee, the defeat faded. Aurora, Kiko, Yvette, Simone, and Jeri Lewis made five. Five women I could not presently hope to sign to contracts. If there were two others like Bethlynn, I was hosed. That meant, if Aurora was a woman of her word, I had to sign everyone else. I had...I counted on my fingers, I had gotten my dick into four. I had one close, another refusing me—Eve had to be in the iffy column. I was ten short. 

Jennifer made sandwiches and we ate together in a companionable silence. It was pleasant to feel like I could just be in my mood even with her there. That night, I sent her to her room and lay down alone. 

I was still jangled by the encounter with Aurora Hines on her turf. I lay awake, unable to sleep for quit some time but not needing distraction either. Finally about two, I quit thinking strategically and began to think about tactics. I reviewed my approaches thus far and how I needed to change to get where I was going. I reviewed each of the women I had signed and got hard. When it finally occurred to me that I had a blond beauty sleeping upstairs, I stripped naked and walked up the stairs towards her room. 

Curiously, I looked around, struck for the first time perhaps that I was sharing my house with a woman who was a complete stranger. What did I know about her? I looked off the staircase onto the living room, dark now but splashed with lights from outside the house. I thought about Aurora's assertion that she was filming us. I found it highly unlikely in the first place because I could not imagine that either she or Yvette, the fake French maid, or Kiko for that matter would care to have their images caterwauling through the Internet along with mine. Still. Cameras. I looked around my house and tried to imagine how I could wire it so they were not merely unobtrusive but invisible. 

The thought was prescient. Tomorrow I would receive two emails that precipitated a change in my circumstances. 

The feeling of vulnerability and angst passed before my cock deflated. I finished climbing the stairs, feeling the presence of the willing woman emanating from her room. I cracked the door. Jennifer lay on her side, the valley of her waist accented by the rise of her hip, a graceful curve under the light sheets. She did not have her window open and had thrown off the covers. When I stepped into the room, I felt naked...because I was. Jennifer sighed and flowed over onto her back, her blond hair, white in the darkness, tousled over her face like a partial veil. Her breasts rose and fell evenly under the vest trimmed with lace she wore as a night shirt, a stiff thing that tied in three places up the center barely containing her. 

I moved to the bed. This was the first time I dared to enter her bedroom like this. I felt, I felt like I was trespassing somehow, like this was private and I had no business being there. Business, no. Pleasure, yes. I wanted to feel her under me again and shake the nagging sensation of being unable to penetrate Yvette as she eased up onto the higher step and straightened her legs, taking her pussy out of my befuddled reach. A clever trick, that...I shook my head. I needed to focus on something else and she lay right there. I refocused my eyes and found Jennifer's eyes open, glinting in the half light, staring up at me. 

When she felt my eyes meet hers, difficult in the darkness but still enough light to allow the connection, when she caught my eyes, she shook a hand loose from the sheet, reached out and took gentle hold of my protruding cock. 

"Joshua." She breathed. "You came."

"Not yet." I whispered back, going for the cheap and easy line. It seemed to please her though. Pretty hard to mistake my intent, since I was nude and erect enough to hold a flag. Her hand tugged on me gently and I moved, kneeling on the bed while peeling the sheet back from the remainder of her body. She kept hold of my cock. 

She pulled first one, then two, then three of the ties on the bodice of her vest and it fell away from her breasts. They winked into view, white in the darkness, I swear they glowed. She moved to the center of the bed and spread her legs, awkwardly since she kept hold of my cock.. 

"I want you. I want you too. I want you to take me." She breathed the phrases, one after the other, as though tasting each one as it passed her lips. The room was not dark but gray. Light came from the high window in the offset ceiling and reflected off the opposite white wall. My eyes adjusted to the gloom and found I could see her outlines quite well. Her hand tightened minutely on my cock and I felt the slightest of pulls on it. A sex object's careful demand communicated clearly and so gently as to be a request, utterly without words. 

I moved between her legs. The vest was all she wore, now the flaps of it flanked her ribs, framing her upright breasts that even gravity did not diminish. She released my cock and stretched below me, arching her back and flexing her legs. She groaned out an exaggerated yawn, her arms crooked over her face. When she moved them, she was staring at me. One eye glinted with errant light. For a moment we were both still, feeling the entree moment to the main intercourse we both anticipated and dearly desired. 

I began to shake.

I had been standing on my knees between her legs. I tipped over onto all fours over her. I hesitated for a moment. Her hand found and again clutched my cock. A shadow covered her face. Me, I suppose but I could hear her breathing, quickening, catching in irregular hitches as it accelerated into panting. I moved my knees against the inside of her thighs, spreading her open. She moaned softly, opening like a hot, buttery roll, succulent and soft. Her hand tightened pleasantly. I lowered my lips to one breast. 

She sighed, writhing beneath me, her legs brushing mine. The one hand slipped free of my cock and the other drifted to the back of my head and blessed me while I nuzzled her breast, licking and kissing across the low arc of it before closing my lips on her nipple. She grunted with satisfaction as I pulled the erect button into my mouth, pinching it with my lips and then lashing it with my tongue. She sighed and I felt a shiver run through her body. Her other hand slipped between us, wafting across my belly and she took hold of my cock once more. 

Another slight tug, in the direction of her pussy. I let her lead me home. I felt the arch of her pubic mound with the head of my cock. It was prickly; she needed a shave. Down the rough texture of her pubic mound to the pursed lips of her pussy, my attention focused on the sensations of my cock scraping across the bristly plain of her body. At her silken entrance, she hesitated, holding me there while her lips contracted, winking at me, kissing the head of my cock with wet kisses. Her hand loosened and moved lower on my shaft toward my balls. Another slight tug. My cock head parted the drapes of her pussy.

"Oh Joshua, oh god Joshua. I, I was dreaming of this, of having you come to me, just like this. And this moment, when your cock touched me, I opened my eyes and there it was. You and your cock, your beautiful, hard cock." She hummed a moment like she was tasting a savory bisque, testing its spiciness. A slight tug. "Enter me. Mount me. Oh please, Mr. Gale, please come inside me now." Her body shivered. "I want to feel you sliding into me. Oh god, please Mr. Gale. Please!" 

I reveled in the music of her urgency, savoring her need to be imbibed like a fine wine. 

"Please." She said in a very small voice, her hand still wrapped around my throbbing cock, made more profound by her slightly firm hold on my instrument. 

No tug, no demand, just the fervent request. She held my cock but I had to lean down, pressing my cock through the welcoming folds of her cunt. 

She exhaled as my cock descended through the strata of her desire, parting her and entering her, pushing deeply into her while she mewled and her body responded, easing the way, turning slick and very, very hot. I felt the heat welling up in her, flooding around my cock. I reveled in this response, aware of the circumstances, that I owned her and was having her but I owed her this too. We had a contract and it was for our pleasure, not just mine. Sharing pleasure, experiencing it at the same time, welding our bodies together in an unique way. 

The feeling of her pussy pulsing around my cock shot through me. I continued to lower my body onto hers but her pussy hitched and seized my cock. I hesitated and withdrew. One of her hands found my hip and with just her fingertips, pressed me back the other direction, directing me back into her. One leg lifted, the knee scraped along my thigh. She was completely open to me, completely willing and utterly eager to be penetrated. 

So penetrate her, I did. I pressed my cock back down through the rippling folds of her pussy, now running with her pleasure. I halted the descent and when I resumed, her flesh slurped hungrily, sounding like she was sucking me into her body. 

Jennifer giggled. "I am so wet. My god, what you do to me, Mr. Gale...er...Joshua." She tittered again. "I like calling you Mr. Gale. Do you mind? It is like, like I am young again and some strong, virile, experienced man is introducing me to sex. I feel like a virgin again, experiencing something new all over again." She laughed now, her voice full of delight. "Like a virgin, touched for the very first time! Sound familiar?" She tittered again. 

Rhetorical question. 

Her hand tapped my ass. I had stopped my descent to listen to her. My head was on the bed beside hers, my body arched over her, like the beginning of a dome finally put into place. Her legs spread around me. Her lips were right at my ear and she was whispering. The sound of her light voice, the puffs of the labials as she spoke in my ear, it all accented the sensation of the moment.

"Oh I am tingling, inside and out. I, feel this." She squeezed my cock with her pussy, sending electric pleasure zinging through me. "I, my, my pussy, it is like I can feel everything for the first time. I, it can't be so but I, I feel like I can feel the spongy softness of the head topping the rigid length, like I am examining your cock with a thousand, no a million little fingers." She sighed, blowing air into my ear. I groaned as the sensation grew and migrated around my body, skittering along my skin till it encountered the points where we were touching, where it halted, reverberating through me and, I imagined, into her. 

She lifted her hips, enveloping my cock in one great gulp. When she relaxed her legs and let her ass drop back to the bed, I followed her down, keeping my cock snuggly fit inside of her pussy. Her ass hit the bed and I thumbed into her, grinding us together. She immediately lifted her legs but did not wrap them around me, instead, she hooked her heels behind my knees and rocked her hips up and forward. She began to fuck me with graceful thrusts from below, fucking herself on my cock. 

I was on my elbows over her. Her breasts were mashed between us. My head still drooped beside hers. She kissed my ear. "Having you, having you inside me, having you inside me is glorious." She panted, her heels pulling on the backs of my knees as she levered herself up onto my cock. Her eagerness radiated around us, like a sensual aura. Her pussy contracted, squeezing down on my cock. "You can have the others but you take me. I, oh Joshua, fuck me!" She whispered, delight lighting her voice. 

I shuddered, a shiver running through me in direct response to the feel of her clasping hold of me like that. She tittered in delight. "I feel you, Mr. Gale."

"I...I feel you, Miss, Mrs. Simpson." 

Her legs contracted and she moved both hands to my ass, bowing up under me to get a firm hold. With her fingers splayed on both cheeks, she continued to pulse her hips up at me, jamming herself onto my cock. I held still while she did this, the stalwart cock suspended just high enough such that she could achieve the pleasurable motion with her hips. She did. For several minutes she kept a steady pace, up and down, up and down. I held perfectly still while the rippling lust wracked my body, radiating from my cock surrounded by her pulsing pussy. 

She began to pant, gasping for air. Perhaps from the effort but I preferred to think from the mastery of the pleasure over her body, diverting its normal functions to feed the fire of passion her motion kindled between us, heating and searing us both with its rising heat. 

Suddenly the pleasure wave broke over me, like a wave onto rocks. I lifted my ass and hammered my cock down into her, pinning her forcefully to the bed. Jennifer squeaked and writhed under me. 

"Oh yes, fuck me hard. Hard, please, please Mr. Gale, I want you to fuck me hard." Her little voice urged me as though from a distance. I dropped onto her, balancing on my forehead and tensed knees while I moved my hands down to her ass. She lifted a little, letting me gain a firm grip, a cheek tucked tight in each hand. She wiggled her butt just a little, as though settling it into my clutches, pleased to be held in the midst of my considerable lust for her. 

Her hands fluttered up my back. Hands on her ass, I rocked backwards, crushing our pubic bones together. She growled and her hips bucked up under me. I clenched hard down on her ass with my hands, squeezing each cheek hard, wrenching us together. Her arms looped around my neck. 

"Oh Joshua, kiss me like you love me!" She cried but then choked as her body convulsed under me. "Oh, oh, oh my god, coming!" She cried again, her voice tormented with the seething pleasure. "Oh please, fuck me, Mr. Gale. Fuck me hard, so hard. Fuck me hard!" 

I chose to do both things but one at a time, one after the other. I halted my ass, cock rooted in her. I carefully lifted my head and kissed her full on the mouth. Her lips were alive. Her arms tightened holding us together. I balanced on my forearms, my knees, and my cock. Her pussy convulsed around me and her hips surged, then jerked under me. 

She shook her head loose from the kiss. "Oh, oh, oh again!" She cried out again. Her whole body convulsed then, tensing and arching under me. I got my hands loose from under her clinching ass and struggled to my elbows. 

"Fuck me, Mr. Gale!" She cried again, her voice ragged and shrill at once. 

I did. I hammered her with my strength, ramming my cock into her each time I rose up, hesitating intentionally at the top of each stroke for a different length of time each time, making her wait, letting anticipation echo till she relaxed just a little. Then I hammered down into her, filling her with my cock while she fought the rising tide of her orgasms. 

I repeated this over and over again, filling her with cock and pleasure at the same time, over and over, till she thrashed through another orgasm. My cock, frustrated in the afternoon, regained some confidence and soon I felt the hovering thrill of my approaching climax. I dropped my head beside hers and grasped her ass again. She rocked her hips up on this down stoke, taking me deeper, if that was possible, aligning the chasm of her pussy with the downward probing of my cock. We fit together like a man and a woman fit best, cock in pussy. 

For a moment we lingered there; her completely impaled, me completely buried. I swear I could feel the ripples of her pussy coiled about my cock. My hands held to her ass, sealing us together, pulling her up against me. We were still and then out of that stillness my orgasm erupted. I did not withdraw a millimeter; I just pumped her full of cum. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 13



Seeing and being seen, the naked revelation

Author's Note: This is a bit of a voyeur's delight. The main character does not get to wet his wick at all but he audits plenty. As a consequence, this is a separate episode. Some important developments proceed, filling out some background and providing the rationale for what follows. Thanks for your support. Leave comments and vote, its good for the soul. If you want to see some pictures that inspire the women in this series, send me a note and I'll include you in the list. 

Regards, -C

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John Sawyer arrived at my house promptly at seven. I was waiting but not impatiently. I had a lot on my mind. At about six, one of my audit counselors called to report that Sharon was wading into deep water again, this time not of her own making. She wanted to handle it herself so was not consulting me on it. I understood the need to try her wings but in describing the situation, I realized it could get out of hand quickly if she was not lucky and that was unlikely, her being lucky I mean. 

In addition, I had arranged for Crowley to have the house wired to an eye in the sky they could manage from the home office. We had a good tech group. We started them young, gave them support, education (college), and then jobs once they graduated. They got to do things and many had left us to do startups of their own, chasing their techno dreams. 

Several had come back, beaten by the world beyond bytes and bits. These provided counsel to the others and created stabilizing influences. Having them there, also gave those who chose to leave motivation to be circumspect and to leave on good terms, because doing so usually meant they would have an excellent chance of returning to us when or if their foray into the tech jungle scarred and marred their dreams. 

I mention this because I was giving Crowley's crew a way to watch me fuck myself to death. We trusted them and had reason to think that was a reasonable thing to do. In other words, my sex object would not end up on the Internet doing a strip tease. Crowley would handle it and I expected him to be circumspect. There was risk but I considered it to be an acceptable risk. Okay, there was a little thrill, too. Just a little. 

Arrangements had been made to send a team to wire the house. It was a challenging thing, to tear into the structure and wire it, that is post cameras peeking into virtually every corner without leaving any indication they were there. My intent was to give the house eyes but not advertise the fact. That alone is a challenge. 

I sat Jennifer down and gave her four or five days away. I told her, I needed some "private time" which, as intended, she took to mean one of the shyer members of the community was going to be negotiating with me. I let her think that, hoping she was genuinely taken in by my assertion. I told her to take till Wednesday. She said she'd invite her sister down for the weekend. I suggested she fuck Jeff, just as a favor to me, for him being such a good guy about turning her over to me. She said, she'd see, telling me she understood precisely how the suggestion was intended, as a suggestion, not a command. 

She was up packing when John arrived. We drove to one of the nicest restaurants in town. When he turned in, he had the good grace to look over at me. He said, "I know. You are buying, shouldn't I pick a better place and by better, I mean less expensive." He grinned that dark smile of his. "You want to fuck my wife and for all I know, I am helping you accomplish that. Shouldn't a good meal at Le Chez d'Or balance fine with that? After all, I am helping." He shrugged, "If this night does not suggest my value to you, then fine. I guess you can add this onto my bill. Eve's bill," he corrected himself. "You can fuck her for my supper." He understood the contracts perfectly. 

I waved at him. I had a wad in my pocket and in the breast pocket of my coat. I'd pay cash, just to avoid the paper trail. None of this was tax deductible till I got hold of the real estate. Even then, I might keep the expenses off the book and write them all off as personal entertainment. I was being entertained, after all. 

"No worries, John. If tonight is half as rewarding as you imply, I am happy to buy. It is a long time since I have been out and having congenial company is a plus. Thanks for thinking of this place. I haven't been here but I have heard it is wonderful. Glad to have you along."

We parked, got our table, ordered drinks and dinner. We chatted about nothing much. Dinner came and it really was stupendous. I realized how starved for a night out I had been and so even if the rest of the night was a washout, the meal was clearly valuable, even at half a grand for the two of us. 

We left in good spirits and John drove us downtown. He got lost twice and had to return to the exit we took to find his way both times. I was about to tell him to forget it when he pointed to an eight-story wall covered with the image of a girl in blue jeans on a field of white. It was peeling, the dark shards showed against the white all over the whole side of the building. It looked like snow in the light at night.

"There. Now I can find the way. I kept missing that chick in the jeans." John assured me and sure enough, we were soon parked, directed into a parking garage by two broad-chested guys in cheap tuxes over tight muscle shirts. They had big pores and thin mustaches. John showed one of them a golden card and the guy kept it, insisting it was out of date but allowing us to park with the other shiny and expensive cars. 

I had never been to this part of town intentionally but the sight of so many high-end cars told me why. I am no expert but I am pretty sure the parking guys were packing weapons under their arms. I had a bad feeling. On the other hand, I got a warm feeling that John was fucking up and I would soon have Eve for my very own. The extended tease she represented seemed worth it now. I felt she was going to be mine. Maybe I would end up with her this weekend...I would have to take her to a hotel, rather than let her into the house with the work going on. I was way ahead of myself. 

It turned out that the eight story building and the parking garage were part of the same building. "How did you find this place?" 

John grinned at me. "I tailed Mrs. Lewis till she led me here." He opened a door and we went through a long corridor into a big amphitheater-like place that roared with the sound of gambling. 

"Here? What? Is she a cigarette girl?" 

He looked at me like he didn't get the reference. Too many old black and white movies while I was growing up. 

"How much cash do you have?" He asked. 

It seemed a little personal, a lot crass and for a moment I worried about answering him. In the end I shrugged and told him about five grand. 

John nodded. "I think that should be fine. Josh, this place charges you to get in. A grand each." 

"Fuck me. Really? Is it worth it?" 

John colored. "I thought so. I, you can judge for yourself." He looked suitably embarrassed. "I, I had a gold card from before but the second time, I had to pay. I am tapped out. I squirreled away some cash when I folded my tents that Eve doesn't know about or my balls would be in jar by the alarm clock. 

He led me through the light crowd; the place was not thronged, apparently because it did not appeal to the throngs, to the unwashed masses but relied on safety and circumspection to attract the well-heeled who didn't like rubbing elbows with anyone, as a matter of principle. I thought I understood, well, all but the fact that Jeri Lewis came here. If anything, this should explain an over abundance of debt...unless they only took cash. Then I was at a loss because you can't go into debt in a cash business. 

At a gold door flanked by two guys with wide stances supporting their wide bodies, John talked to a guy and asked for my two grand. Of course he wanted to go in. I could not imagine what would be worth two grand for entrance but I was mistaken in that skepticism. That I paid testified to the value I placed on Jeri Lewis' ass. John was fairly jumping with eager excitement. "Hurry up, come on. She starts at nine on the nose. She's, she's never late!" 

He got us to a table but we had not ordered when the curtains opened. We sat in a cavernous hall. The stage was set at about the third floor and well-lit private tables populated four tiers, all arranged to focus on the stage. For a moment, I could not understand what I was seeing. The stage was covered by glass, glass that magnified it. What was essentially a large space appeared huge. It was not a projection, it was a magnification. The glass was clearly ground to expose the stage to every location at nearly every distance perfectly. 

The whole space went dark. A spot light appeared, small and throbbing, pulsing. Into it walked Jeri Lewis. Her face appeared and immediately the circle of light in the breathless amphitheater grew till it encompassed her. Music started. It possessed the whole space. The wait staff all came to halt, wherever they were, they stopped and stood still, facing the stage, feet together, hands locked behind the small of their backs. The ambient light of the theater dropped away and you could not see anything but the stage light. 

She began to sing, her clear voice without the least waver of vibrato in it. She sang several Jazz standards from the big band era. She wore a glittering silver sheath that draped behind her, a train with no one to carry it. The swell of her breasts disappeared behind the shimmer in the spot light. The dress clung to her body but ran clear up her neck. At one point, though, she stepped forward and her long, bare leg appeared through a slit in the dress. It glistened, encased in a stocking. The second time it appeared, you could see the dark band of the stocking and three ribbons that disappeared upwards, presumably hooking the stocking to a garter belt. 

The music changed. It began to throb. The volume swelled till it pulsed around us, a driving rhythm that rattled my fillings. 

John leaned over to me. "This is a disco hit from 1977. Donna Summer, I feel love." He was nearly shouting. "When she is done with this, she will do Love to Love You Baby." 

The music was new to me, before my time. The song began with her moaning as though making love. Her hips swayed, she held a light-colored mic that appeared for all the world like a dildo and thence like a cock. Her ruby lips approached it as she moaned and hummed into it, then launched into the song. For the next six or eight minutes, she sang and moaned and made that little sound a woman makes when you are landing too hard on her abdomen but she doesn't yet want you to quit. 

Later I hunted up Donna Summer's original version and discovered that Jeri had taken it for her own, lowering it by a couple of octaves to match her rich contralto voice. Hers was lower but also, in the final analysis, huskier than the original version. In other words, she extended the hint of the original into a gyrating performance as near to sex on stage as you can imagine...until the next song began. Mrs. Lewis blended smoothly into the next. 

When she began work with Love to Love You Baby, all pretext that she was holding a mic disappeared. She sucked on the cock in her hands, licking it and moaning as the song proceeded. Compared to the 1975 version, it was X rated. Jeri swung her hips and gyrated, singing and moaning her way through it. If she had not been alone, you would have sworn she was making love. 

When she was done, the lights came up and she sashayed off the stage. The sliver dress was long, backless, strapless, with two thin lines holding it tight to her impressive chest with a full collar in front that disguised the missing back. Her hips rolled, the arch of each clearly visible, making the silvered dress shimmer and jump in the brilliant spotlight. The train snaked along behind her, twitching and jerking as her hips bobbed back and forth. 

The last tones of the music faded, the throbbing beat, the charging, aggressive tone slowed and faded. The light disappeared and then the house lights came up again. Everyone stood stock still in the light, like robots with their plugs pulled and they had not yet restarted. 

"Wow." I whispered. Jeri Lewis had just had a musical orgasm right there in front of several hundred people. She did nothing to hide it, nothing to disguise it, it was unmistakable. Hers was truly a climatic show. "I see. This is where she is making the money. But how can she be making enough...?" The obvious question stalled on my lips.

"She isn't." John muttered. "We aren't done. You need another two grand." 

"Fuck, this is an expensive night out." 

"Part of the investment." John said. 

Since speaking with Bethlynn, I realized that I had to solve the Jeri Lewis problem. The words of Aurora Hines complimented the necessity. I looked over at John. "There's more?" 

He nodded. The rumble of the crowd, slipping back into its collective conversation rose around us, reaching for the usual levels. 

"More like that?" I asked. 

"Different. Similar."

"You used your own money to get in here?" I asked. Our projections had him running out of cash at his business in three months, not last week. It seems he had bit the bullet and bet on this, me, us. "Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. Where to now?" I noticed he did not answer. 

He got up and surrendered our number to the maître d'. Each table had a red ceramic, inverted V with a number on each side of it. John spoke to the man and he nodded, pointing up. The man called for someone and a young woman appeared in a short skirt and demure white top. She led us to an elevator. I paid two grand at the podium and they gave us a blue flag with a much smaller number on it, lower I mean, like two digits. The elevator arrived and we went up. It was difficult to imagine something above that performance space but there was. A tight, close, even dank space, with a round white dais, about the size of a three-car garage, in diameter. It turned, ever so slowly. It was brilliant white. On it, a woman lay on her back on a bench upholstered in red. She had one leg up on the bench, the other balanced her body. She was nude but for high, high heels, the sort of heels you need a stool to get into. She sat up, turned her head to the side and undulated her hips, fucking the dank air. 

Thank god, they did not allow cigars or such because no one would have been able to see her clearly. The music was casual jazz, not artsy, just plain, instrumental jazz. 

"A strip club." I muttered. 

John looked back at me and patted the air. The woman made love to the bench. A topless woman with handsome breasts arrived and took our number, leading us through a very mixed crowd. Several women were kissing the men they were with, couples fonded each other through their clothing and handling each other in very familiar ways. Not a normal strip club. How could it be, at a grand a whack? 

At our table, we sat and John ordered wine. It was fabulous, I'm not a connoisseur but even I knew it was good, no, great wine. I looked around. Plenty of women strode about in nothing but g-strings or thongs, their breasts swaying as they made their way through the closely set tables. One woman moved close to John and bumped into him, intentionally was my guess, brushing her bare boobs against the back of his head. 

He turned his head and her sharp nipples could have put out his eye. He grinned and glanced at me then sucked on the nipple. The woman went still, leaning slightly forward, holding her breast at his lips. After a few moments, he released it and she moved on. She did not have the look of a pro. She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled at what I presumed was John's smile. He turned back to me.

"It is understood, any woman can be had here, well, nearly any woman." 

"Jeri Lewis?" I asked immediately. For some reason, I felt distinctly uneasy. This was around the corner from my neighborhood; and by that I mean, this was not my world, not my people, I did not understand the ways and means of this place. I felt cultural vertigo. 

John leaned in. "Listen, she'll be here in a minute. If a woman touches you and you don't want it, just kiss her palm and hand her hand back to her. This is where class meets sleaze and people fuck like bunnies."

"And you followed her here?" I was mildly suspicious, or perhaps more than mildly. 

John nodded though. "It took me nearly two weeks of trailing her from her house but I finally got her figured. She does lots of things to escape notice, finally going through a hotel and out a service entrance, then into another where she changes and catches a car that brings her here. That fooled me for several days, that change. But I got here. Eventually. That's what counts, right?" 

The woman on the stage finished her routine and strutted off the stage. Two younger women strutted out, cleaned up after her and carried the cash and clothing off stage. Two guys moved the little bench. Background music came on. We sipped wine. After about twenty minutes during which the crowd seemed to turn its attention to each other, four guys pushed a large black piano out onto the dais. 

"Jeri is coming." John said then chortled. 

I waited, still uneasy. 

Indeed she did. The place went dark and like down below, the crowd went silent in the darkness, though there were several squeaks and squeals before the spot appeared, catching one corner of the piano. It adjusted away then grew larger. An old jazz standard played. Jeri Lewis strode grandly into the spotlight, leaning on the piano. She had changed out of the silver dress. She wore a white formal, with long gloves to the elbows. Strings hung the dress from her shoulder, holding it against her now obviously large breasts. Their sides bulged out around the fabric. 

The dress had ruffles about it but twin slits exposed her legs as she walked. Each appearing as a long flash of black stocking with an equally brief flash of her skin above the darker band of the stocking that tantalized the interested eyes, flashing her inner thighs. Above the ruffles, the dress clung to her hips and upper thighs, making her appear almost nude, so tight and sheer even a mole would have shone through. 

When she turned around, the back was tied with white lines, binding her into the dress. She wore a corset, incongruous but evident. This dress too had a long, white train that trailed along the stage behind her, like a ships wake. She wore a broad gold belt, low on her hips that served to accent them and her narrow waist. It sat on the slope of her body. Jeri Lewis was a vast expanse of luxurious curves. Her chestnut hair cascaded around her and she threw it about with a hand like a cape. 

She sang in a husky voice, rasping in a way that made me think of a woman in the midst of ecstasy; clearly that was her intent. By the end of the song, she had the gloves off. She sang as she had down stairs but while she did so, she loosed and pulled and gapped her clothing, pulling the white ruffles of the dress up her leg at one point till the tight part was all that covered her. Her leg was sheathed in a black stocking. She had black heels on. Her leg was perfect. She scrunched the elastic of the lower part of her dress higher till her pussy came into view and the lower strands of her garter belt. Then the ruffles dropped and her body disappeared in the confection of fabric. 

The jazz faded and she looked around, one hand cupping the other under her chin. "Do you want to make love tonight?" She rasped into the mic she held, again, the same flesh colored thing that was in fact a very nice replica of a human cock, a large, erect human cock with no bend to it. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 13



The crowd roared. Many must know this moment. 

John leaned over and yelled into the maelstrom. "She has become a sensation." 

I nodded. The first throbbing chords of I Feel Love and moments later her voice crowded out the instrumentation. She lashed out at the crowd, her body undulating, much as she had down below. But now, she was living the dress, showing her legs. A woman came out with a trident that turned out to be a mic stand. 

In a bridge, Jeri mounted the mic, on the mic stand, and proceeded to unhook the ruffles around her legs. When the music demanded her voice, she leaned into the mic and burst with the words, her contralto giving the song a whole new erotic meaning. Now she wore a short, tight white dress and skirt. The black stocking matched the piano and stood starkly against the white stage and her white dress. The contrast was arresting. As the song progressed, she pulled the strings holding the front of the dress down one arm and then the other, revealing a very tight bustier. Her breasts were encased, like jewels in a setting. The dress was so tight on her body, the released bodice just ruffled around her narrow waist. 

The song ended but the next one rose immediately. I Love to Love You, Baby! ground around us. The previous performance, it turned out, had been foreplay for this, an erotic rehearsal. It swirled like perfume in an elevator, pulling at us. The dress disappeared down her impossibly long legs. She strutted around the stage, ravaging the audience with her rendition of the song, lashing them with her sensual interpretation. Her hips pulsed with the beat thrusting forward and back as she fucked the crowd, pounding the air with her hips. She wore only the bustier, the garter belt, the black stockings, and the black heels. She carried the dildo mic and sang into it, licking it extravagantly when there were no words to add, the lascivious sound of it snarled around us, like the world was licking us all. The sound of her mouth on the mic echoed through the close room. I glanced around and saw plenty of bobbing heads in laps, not all female heads mind you and not all male laps. 

I watched, detached. While I found her performance erotic enough, all I could think was to wonder how I would ever break her away from this. She owned the stage and the audience. Her body glistened with perspiration, but the glistening on the inside of her thighs could not have been merely sweat. I feared not, at least. This sort of high was difficult if not impossible for me to duplicate. She was here for the money but the high made it endurable and kept her coming back, like an addiction. 

Then the music slowed and she was at the piano. She stood beside it, elbows hooked on the edge, one leg extended straight, the other bent. She then stood and she moaned into the mic, taking Donna Summer's suggestive moans to a much more lascivious extent. She used one hand to unhook the side of the bustier, one hook at a time, down one side, till it clung to her but loosely. The other side released her tits and she shrugged it onto the stage. She stood before us topless. She was a monument to the female body, unsubtle, unmistakable, and completely intriguing. 

She managed to crawl onto the broad back of the piano without ever looking awkward or missing a line. She lay on her back and with both feet planted on the black edge, her head and shoulder dangling over the side. She sang into mic but, with the other hand, stroked between her legs. Her knees were bent but arched straight up and down but soon they began to loll, sagging to the side and finally butterflying completely. Her hips pumped up and down to the music and every man imagined themselves between her legs, letting her body thrust up at him, taking him deep inside of her incredibly sexual body. The stage was turning and as it did, I could see light through the arch of her back. Her sway back posture accented the swell of her ass, even laying flat on the piano. 

Her hips began to rise and fall, her free hand between her legs, stroking and poking and arousing her. Tension in her voice made the song sound desperate, filled with pleading and hinting at her demands. She moaned into the mc and then we heard it. Her tongue licking it and then she was thrusting it into her mouth and deeper. The wet clicking and smacking of her mouth on the cock-mic intermixed with the music. The mic picked up her moans, her voice below the end of the mic in her throat, down in her chest, throbbing in time with her undulating hips. Her hand worked between her legs. She groaned, she gasped, she sucked and kissed, muttering the words of the song intermittently, cooing to her "baby" as she worked herself to her erotic frenzy. 

The stage turned, slowly, beginning when she lay down on the piano. In the space of a minute, she turned half way around. From a view of the cock-mic thrusting down her throat, it shifted to the view between her legs, her hand covering her pussy, the stretched straps of the garters, and the horizon of her mighty tits, stacked like silos on her chest, wavering and shimmering in the bright spotlight. 

When the light shifted, they turned into silhouettes. Her black sheathed legs now blended with the piano and her pink-white body slashed the blackness with its brilliance in the spotlight. While all we had was a view of her arched legs, she began to scream, grinding her hips up at her imaginary lover. Her legs rose, making a V over her waist, then she planted her heels on the edge of the piano and began to rhythmically arch her body, pumping her hips up in profound time with the music and her own ministrations to the mic. With an amplified slurp, she withdrew the mic from her mouth, the guttural sound, the animal moaning gave way once more to her impassioned voice. 

"Love to love you, baby!" She gasped, hissing and moaning. 

Her hips arched and she ground at the empty space above her, thrusting and bucking. Her voice hitched and she keened into a chorus of "coming, coming, coming"! The crowd seemed to moan with her, surrounding us with more than just the amplified sound of her impassioned voice. Her moaning seemed to echoe from every part of the room. 

Her body went still and then she contracted, dropping her hips onto the surface of the piano and pulling her legs into her chest. She rolled to the side, gasping and whispering the words, panting into the cock-mic. Her gasping for breath reverberated around us. She lay on her side as the stage turned, singing her orgasm into it as her body shivered with the aftershocks. 

I was hard, rock hard, hard as Gibraltar. 

"Oh fuck me!" I growled. I glanced away from the woman, at John and he was fixed on her. I looked around and found the whole place had the same pose. There was very little motion that I could see though plenty of couples were caught in the midst of copulating, stilled by the drama of Jeri's shared orgasm. Everyone seemed, again, focused on the woman singing about her love of love on the stage. 

When the music ended, the place was silent but for Jeri's panting into the mic. The spot light went out. The panting turned into kissing and subtle sucking. Next, we all heard as the mic entered her throat, her moaning, her grunting and then the "gulp" of her swallowing around the head of the cock buried in her throat. 

Hearing that reverberating in the darkness made me gasp for air myself. I had stopped breathing for fear of interfering with her aural testament to cock sucking. She grunted and grunted in the darkness, the sounds reverberating from the sound system. It was all around us. My cock was so hard and sensitive I wanted to take it out of my pants. I was certain I wasn't the only one. All thoughts of owning her, the contract, business of any kind was swamped in the sounds of her deep throating the microphone. 

With a huge exhalation, that sounded like the rush of a wind presaging a rending storm, she expelled the microphone. I didn't see it, but, along with everyone else, I heard it. My cock had ears by now and it understood what it was hearing. 

"Thank you everybody, for letting me come for you. We have made love together. Kisses." The voice rasped at us, grating across the supersensitive tip of my cock. Then the lights came up, slowly, revealing the empty piano. I stared. I was thunderstruck and I knew I had to have her. I was possessed. I turned every way till I found the stairs leading up to the bank of glass that must have been the office. I made for it. 

John must have known what I was doing. He caught hold of my arm before I put a foot on the stairs. "Don't, Josh. Don't do it. These guys, they are for real!" 

I shook off his arm and took the metal stairs to the side of the office three at a time. There were two guards at the door but I did not even hesitate, I was through it and into the dim room before either of them could move. They caught John though. I give him credit, he didn't hesitate but charged up behind me, only to get caught by their slow reflexes. They dragged him into the room. 

A big man stood at one of the windows, gazing down onto the stage. 

"You approve of her performance?" His voice snarled around me, tangling me with its melodic appeal. When he turned, all artistry vanished. He was ugly. The sort of ugly that attracted women for reasons passing understanding. Perhaps it was the hair. He had good hair, black and thick, with a widow's peak. He waved his guys away from me. I don't look that imposing, particularly if you were the size of this guy. 

"I do. I want her." I said, panting with my sudden exertion. 

"Everyone does. Why should you be the one who has her?"

"I paid to get into this place."

"Everyone did. Why you?" The man had turned back to look down on the stage. Music began. He touched something and it muted, leaving it beyond us, throbbing in the great room below us, seeping through the open door behind me. On the stage, two women began to disrobe. 

He turned and strode over to the massive desk that dominated the round room—not round exactly but none of the walls were straight and there were no corners. Curved though. 

"I, I want her." The desire to copulate with her, to complete what her teasing performance had begun in me throbbed, raging like a grand passion. I had to have her! 

The man picked up a tumbler and drank. "I usually just throw people like you out, like out a window and let you find your way to the ground without any other help. But you are in luck, tonight she needs a reminder that I protect her, that she is being paid plenty, that she has it good here. Better than anyone else. So. Stay right there. Do not move. We'll, we'll wait for her. She'll be here presently."

He looked past me. "Is he with you?" 

I twisted to be sure it was John he referred to. It was. I nodded. 

The man nodded. "Don't move, either of you. If they move, shoot them both." The man sat down. He lit a fat cigar, puffed, put his feet up on his desk. "What is your name?" 

"I'm..." I hesitated. For a terrifying moment, I was peeled open and bared to the world. I nearly said I was Alan Livingston. 

The man moved the cigar from before his face. "Forgot your own name?" He chuckled. "That happens. That is why she is here."

"Joshua Gale." I managed to get out. My heart hammered in my chest, aware I had nearly broken my identity. 

"Well, Mr. Gale," he began but I interrupted. 

"Who are you?" 

He put down his feet and sat forward, planting elbows on the desk. "Jake Masters." He said. "I am not usually that rude." He puffed, drank. "What are you doing here?" 

I hesitated, having no ready answer to that question. I was saved by the bell, literally. A tinny ding that was soon followed by a golden wash of light filled with a shadow and a silhouette. I followed the path of light to the figure. It was Jeri Lewis. 

She stood, framed by the open elevator and the garish yellow light planking into the coolness of the dim room. "How was that, Jake?" She asked, before striding into the room, towards the desk. 

"Fine, Jeri." He gestured at me with his cigar. "Someone is here to see you." 

She turned and her face flashed from instant surprise to instant anger so quickly I was surprised she didn't sprain something. "What the fuck are you doing here?" 

"He wants you. I mean, he wants to fuck you. Like the rest, like every night. Isn't that what you want? To be desired?" He put down the cigar, then ground it out. He cocked his head. "Wait a minute, do you know this guy?" He stood up and walked around the great wooden desk, a dark form in the gloom. He sat on it, hitching his butt and lifting one knee over which he clasped his hands. "You two know each other?"

"What are you fucking doing here? How did you fucking find me?" 

I looked away from the wild-eyed woman and her bare tits. She was dressed just as she had left the stage, though she held the tangle of her discarded garments under one arm. "I want to fuck her. How much." 

"No! No fucking way!" She screeched. 

Jake dropped his knee and stood up, twisted back and found his drink. He sipped at it again. "Jesus, Mr. Gale. No one gets any rise out of her. She is usually Miss Cooler-than-thou. But you, you bust in here and she is boiling over before we are even all properly introduced. How does that happen?"

I ignored him. "I said, I want her. She's for sale, right? How much?"

"I have been offered a hundred-thousand just for a blow job from her. How much do you have?" 

"I doubt that." I said.

The man took the hand out of his pocket and leaned towards me, still holding the drink. "Don't fuck with me, buster." He growled. "You calling me a liar." 

"Oh, I thought we were negotiating." I said as lightly as I could with my heart cuddling up to my tonsils. I was thankful it did not make my voice rattle when I spoke. 

"I said don't fuck with..." The man turned around and set his drink down and then turned back to me. "Mister, I don't know you. She ain't for sale. Now leave."

I felt Jeri grin a death's head grin at me but I glanced at her to be sure. Yep. She was mocking and jeering without making a sound. 

I heard them grab John. I tensed my shoulders in anticipation of needing to flap my arms in a vain attempt to fly. But I spoke too, into the sliver of silence before they were to grab me. "Wait. I, I have a better idea. We both get something." 

"Shut the fuck up and get out, Gale. I told you, no fucking way! Now leave like the man said!" 

I think if Jeri had just kept silent, I would have been helped out of the room to whatever came next in their MO. As it was, she buggered her own donut. 

Masters looked over at her. She noticed. She nodded, pointing at me, eyes flashing, nearly bulging. 

"Yeah, Gale, get the fuck out! I told you...I said...you know what I said and I meant it. Now beat it!" Her controlled voice coiled evilly around the words, filling them with her intent and intense antipathy. 

Mr. Masters turned around. I couldn't see him clearly but he seemed to be tense, or I hoped he was tense as I was. He waved a hand. "I like it that you make her crazy. Why is that, Mr. Gale? I have the most famous nightclub act the country has seen in years. People are coming from all over to see her. No one has gotten a rise out of her. Why you, Mr. Gale." 

I went with the truth, prosaic and plain. "I live down the street from her. We're neighbors." 

"Joshua, shut the fuck up!" 

I have to stop here and confess to an adolescent moment. I got all gooey inside, a flush ran through my body, my toes curled. All because she spoke my first name. Context did not matter, nor how she spoke it. I just liked that she said it. Her voice was sexy, sexy as hell and I wanted to make her scream. I wanted to tickle her tonsils with my cock. 

Silence. No one spoke. No one moved. 

"Neighbors? Wow. I guess I never thought about it but she has to live some place, right?" 

"You let her work here and don't know where she lives?" I asked, actually amazed and speaking my mind rather more forthrightly than required. 

The other man apparently did not like to be questioned, so he altered the conversation, back to an earlier point. Actually the one I wanted to make.

"You said something about an alternative to throwing you out a sixth story window?" 

I grinned, suddenly calm. "Mr. Masters, if that is your name, you should know who you are threatening before you threaten. You might be pulling on what you think is a snake's tale only to find it is attached to a dragon." I waved at him. "But I was rude first. This bitch, she makes me crazy and you seem to have your glasses steamed up just like mine. Here is what I suggest. I want her but if I can't have her, if she doesn't lay down like the rest, if you haven't figured out how to get her to fuck, if she just teases and goes home, fine. But here is a thought. I would pay to see you fuck her. Name your price. But I get to watch. You fuck her now, just like she is." I pointed. "On that desk." I dropped my arm. 

"Fuck you, Gale." Jeri hissed. 

Masters looked over at her, a smoky look, calculating, smoldering. 

"Name your price. I would give a lot to see her actually rattling in the throes of coitus." I pressed.

"The throes of coitus? Hifalutin talk for a good fucking." Masters said; his tone of voice said I had caught his imagination. He walked over to stand in front of Jeri. She eyed him uncertainly. 

"You aren't going to listen to this fuck are you?" She snarled, her beautiful voice putting feeling and conviction into her words no ordinary voice could have achieved. Venom, even. 

"Five grand. I fuck her, front and back. Not ass, just pussy, front and back." 

"Done."

"Hey! You can't do that!" Mrs. Lewis whined, now torturing the notes as no other untrained voice could. "Jake, you promised." 

Masters put one hand over one of her swaying breasts. Jeri tried to hold her look but when he massaged her breast, her eyes closed. She was not that far removed from a profoundly empty orgasm. 

"I promised you would not have to sell your puss. Or mouth. Or ass. To anyone. Your voice is enough for the club. You have fucked me. If precedence counts for anything, your cunt is mine as part of the deal. And your mouth. And your ass. You gave mouth and cunt to me when we made our little agreement. We sealed the deal with my cock in your mouth and my cum in your cunt. You said, you said if you weren't a hit, you'd fuck on stage, anyone I designated and you sucked me off then fucked me but good to make sure that the offer was real. I have kept my part of the bargain. 

"This afternoon, though, you seemed to have forgotten that I keep all those swinging dicks and dangling tongues you tease to distraction out there...I keep them away from you. You want more money? You have to do more. Now this nice gentleman, he, all he wants is to be able to watch while we do it. How many times have you fucked me since you started?"

Jeri wilted. She seemed to contract, shrinking even as she stood there. "Every night since I started. I haven't kept count. That was the deal. You could fuck me after the performance. Every night. I'm here." 

"The boys have watched for free. Why shouldn't I take this fellow's money?" 

"I..." Jeri bowed her head. "Fuck it. Fuck you, Joshua." The whine was gone, her voice was normal, resigned perhaps, but otherwise uninflected. It still rattled the cockles of my heart, making my chest ache. I fucking loved that feeling of need, of want, desire, passion all pulsing in you, making you wild. 

Masters looked at me. "You have the cash?"

I nodded. I took out the roll from my slacks and counted, augmenting it with what was left in the coat. I had $5,500. I gave it all to him. "There. We just want to watch." I stopped, looking at the curled bills. "I forgot parking. How much is that?" 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 13



Masters pulled a fifty out of the pile and handed it to me, with a sly grin. 

Jeri looked around seeing John and was instantly furious again. "Hey, goddammit, not him too."

Masters looked amused. "Jesus, this guy really can get to you. You know him? What? Another neighbor?" 

Jeri bowed her head and nodded. "Yes."

Masters laughed and laughed. "It's a fucking block party!" 

Jeri finally looked up at him, watching as the man slapped his thigh, overwrought with hilarity, or jocularity or whatever you might call it. He laughed his ass off. 

She looked over at me and glared. "Fuck you, Joshua. Fuck you! This is all your fucking fault." Her voice was low and menacing but she communicated no threat or promise of repayment for this perceived transgression. She looked beaten. 

Masters stopped laughing. He looked her up and down. Her bare breasts betrayed her, her nipples swelled. Something about his look gave her a thrill. She wore a g-string with the garters and black stockings. The high, high heels made her much taller. Masters eyes swept up and down over her like a search light. One of his hands unconsciously rubbed his crotch. Jeri saw the motion and bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling. Whether from fear or rage or anticipation, I could not tell. 

"On the desk." He said. His growl brooked no argument. 

Jeri flinched, almost like he'd hit her. She dropped the bundle of white cloth where she stood and walked over to the desk, her breasts waving before her, sensual projections of her sensual potential. She turned around. "Does everyone have to stay? Shit, its bad enough when Igor and Hans there are here. Can't they go back to their places and put their sticks back up their butts?" 

Masters thought about that for a moment, pinching his nose with one hand. He finally looked up at John. "You a pussy?" He asked. 

John nodded. "Wouldn't hurt a spider." 

"Would hurt a fly, idiot." Jeri spat at him. "Wouldn't hurt a fly, is how it goes! Idiot. You couldn't hurt a fly. Asshole." She helped us again and I don't think she realized or maybe she just didn't care. 

Masters looked back at her and smirked. "The school marm is really pissed tonight. Pat them down, boys, and then git." 

Clearly Masters was subject to the spell of the woman's voice and her body, despite his apparent claim on it. I was back to thinking of how to get that hold released. Crowley had friends in low places. He handled that sort of thing for me. I had no idea how. I had another spasm, a thought about how far beyond my neighborhood I had wandered. The back of my neck tickled.

The guy patted me down; that was a first for me. The two guards left, closing the door behind them. 

Masters pointed at me. "You best have some weight, buster or I swear I will find out where she lives and I'll fuck up her neighbors, just to keep her in line. Get me?" 

"I'll send you particulars in the morning. It might take some time. I am a bit off the reservation, chasing this wild pussy. By Monday for sure." I hoped Crowley could fulfill this promise, cash the check my mouth was writing. I was confident. One of the reasons he was in his position was because of my trust in his abilities to handle just this sort of thing. Those abilities had a robust history with me, and with my father before me. 

Masters looked at Jeri. "What the fuck you looking at? Lay down. Tits on the desk. Time for me to come, since you've had yours." He looked at me. "She really does come out there. I tasted her and she has this lemony taste when she comes..." He seemed to realize what he was saying. He had eaten her pussy. 

I smiled. "Lemony." I chuckled. I knew what moved the man; uneasy lies the head...

Jeri bent over the desk. Her mammoth tits dragged over the surface, so heavy were they that they made the squeak of skin on a smooth surface. Masters unbuckled his pants. He shucked off his coat and his trousers dropped down his legs. Despite his blocky build, it turned out his legs were positively spindly 

I casually walked over to the glass and looked down on the stage. I could see lots of sex occurring in the audience. On the stage, on a small roll-away bed, two women were sixty-nining. I turned around. Jeri's face was lifted up. I looked down her bare back to the straps arched over her ass to the stocking. Masters looked at me. 

"I hope you don't mind. I want to see her face when you enter her." I said softly. "I want to know how she feels when you fuck her." 

"She'll feel plenty!" Masters growled. He stripped off his shirt and stood behind her naked. His cock was no better than average, nothing if not stubby in size and length. He had nothing to be proud of. But a man's cock is always his cock, his joy if not his pride, regardless of what anyone thinks. Pride in this instance is always secondary to pleasure. Small or large, your cock feels good, no, great sliding into a woman. 

"What are you waiting for, George?" Jeri asked, struggling to her elbows, leaving her big tits as pools on the table. "Let's get this show on the road." In the future, I'd learn she called everyone "George" when she wanted something from them. It marked her level of urgency. 

Masters gripped her ass, opened her and approached. 

"That's my asshole, idiot." Jeri growled tightly. 

"Bitch, if you snot off to me, I'll fuck you in every hole and then let these two do you just for spite. So shut the fuck up, if you don't have anything nice to say." He hesitated. "I know that's your fucking ass hole. Don't be so fucking impatient."

Jeri cupped her chin in one hand, elbow on the table, looking up at me. She drummed the fingers of her other hand on the table and Masters glowered at her. He stepped back and whacked her ass, hard, with the flat of his hand. The crack pierced the background noise in the round, dark room. She stopped drumming her fingers. She looked back at him. "Come on, George, get to it. Time's wasting, pussy's drying. If you're going to do it, do it. Quit staring and do something. I'm lubed up and slick, what you waiting for?" She was goading him. 

He looked at her till she turned back around cupping her chin in her hand again. For a big girl, she was incredibly limber. Masters resumed his position behind her. I presumed he fingered her because her eyes fluttered. Then it appeared as though he addressed pussy with cock. Jeri dropped her chin and gripped the edge of the desk. Masters pressed against her. Jeri moaned, lifted her head and looked directly at me, her eyes watching mine. She licked her lips once. 

I almost offered her my hard cock but thought Masters might not appreciate the distraction. Jeri groaned again, but rolled her eyes. Masters slapped his body against her plush hips. Jeri tried to keep her blase look but her eyes closed. The next moan sounded more convincing. He rammed her again, her ass bunched up between them, like a huge quantity of bread dough boiling out from their connection. Jeri's head lifted, arching her back and neck, hands spreading to grip the edge of the desk. Masters ground against her. She moaned, her tongue snaked out of her mouth, coating her full lips, whipping round and round and round, like she was tasting honey. 

Curiously, she kept her head up, showing me her face, her closed eyes while her body jerked from the impact behind her. The woman was strong as well as limber! 

"Oh god, she feels so good! Jesus, she is some piece of ass!" Masters continued to hammer her from behind. 

John approached from behind and I waved him wide. He came around the flank till he appeared in Masters' view. "You don't mind?" John asked, stepping back. 

Masters just grimaced, continuing to ram what cock he possessed into the woman. With the bulge of her ass, I doubted she felt more than a few inches, but it seemed to satisfy him. His face took on an expression of concentration. His hands clamped down onto her ass, squelching into her ample flesh. He pulled her back onto his cock, jerking her so that she flopped like she had no bones. 

Jeri, for her part, had lain down flat, gripping the edge of the desk above her head. She lay her cheek on the table No longer bent on her head-end, she raised her ass and began to fuck back at Masters. She rocked her ass forward and then racked it back to meet him, slapping her ass against him. Her big hips shook and wobbled as she fucked him and he pistoned into her. 

Masters groaned and ground his body against her plush ass. 

"Jesus, you're coming already?"

"Shut up, bitch. You've had yours already." 

"You'll want me to suck him, now I suppose?" Jeri Lewis was looking at me. I felt the focus, like a caress. She had stopped fucking the man and lay under him, while he grunted and hunched at her from behind. Her head was turned ahead and she was looking up at me, her chin on the desk. 

"Sure. Suck him hard and then fuck him on your back." I said. 

A look flashed over her face. She quickly turned it aside, hiding it from me but I recognized the look. I knew prim satisfaction when I saw it. This woman was getting off on being watched while she fucked. Not that I did not understand that sensation, it just surprised me to find it in her. In retrospect, such surprise seemed utterly stupid. Her choice of the stage and how she managed it had an inner motivation, one that kept her coming back for more, pun unintended. 

Masters pulled back from her butt and with some solicitude, helped her to stand. She immediately got to her knees. She was avidly licking at his cock when I got around the desk, standing to the side with John, watching them. 

"This bitch likes her own taste. I mean, she likes it. It makes her hot as hell to suck her own blow off my cock." 

Jeri must have heard but she only pursed her lips and kissed the head of the man's stubby dick. Masters lost track of us, perhaps even where he was, clamping a hand on the back of her head and pushing his cock forward, seeking her attention. She licked the shaft and finally sucked it into her mouth. Her head began to bob, till finally she planted the cock deep in her mouth and held him still, blowing extravagantly through her nose. I saw her swallow several times. Finally, Masters pushed at her forehead and she pulled back.

"Damn, girl, what are you trying to do? Make me blow again?" 

"Would that be so bad?" 

In that little exchange, I saw that not only did she have a good thing on the stage, she was more or less pleased about pleasing him with her body afterward. That made my project that much more difficult. Shit, I thought. One of my best traits, though, is not to worry about things that don't need to be worried about. This was what it was. I'd see what developed. 

Jeri was sitting on the edge of the desk now, her legs wide before her. Her legs were long and formed perfect, black arches down to the floor, directing his approach to her pussy. The black stockings and the straps were still in place, though one had come loose and dangled below her full thigh. Masters was erect once more, utterly revived by her lips on his cock. Who wouldn't be? The dead, not the naked. 

Before they joined, she looped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. They kissed like lovers. After a few torrid moments, she reached between them and fit his cock into her body. As he ground against her, she broke the kiss and groaned, pointing her chin to the ceiling. He kissed up the pillar of her neck, before pushing at her shoulders, bending and taking the nipple of one great tit between his lips. Her legs bent behind him, her heels dimpled his ass as she tried to clinch him tighter between her legs. He supported her with an arm around her waist. He sucked and she grunted, falling back onto her hands, her back bent, pushing her tit at him, offering it to his mouth. Her hips pulsed as he ground his body between her legs. She dropped her head back and let him suck first one tit then the other. 

When he straightened, her tits glistened. Jeri lay down on the desk, reaching over her head to grip the edge with both hands. "Fuck me, Jake." She whispered. "Do it for me. I want another. Need another. Make me come, Jake. Fuck me!" 

I could see her face, it was tipped back, part of the arch of her body that was presenting her pussy to his driving cock. Jake, for his part, lifted first her one leg then the other over his shoulders. He bent her. Jeri grunted and her hips popped up several time, meeting his strokes with pumping strokes of her own. She wasn't passive; not at all. She gave as good as she got. 

That heartened me. Jeri Lewis, underneath all of her fire, dearly loved to fuck!

"Bend me, Jake, pound my pussy. Ram it into me." Jeri chanted. Her hands held tight to the desk. It stabilized them. She kept sliding towards the middle of the desk top. From time to time, Masters would halt his jackhammer motion and pull her ass off the edge again. The sound of his body slapping against the plane of her bent thighs filled the room. 

Finally, though, when her ass was far from the edge towards the midddle, he just shoved her further and climbed on the desk, grinding down between her long legs. Her legs fell open about his shoulders, widened by his body between them. She slid them down his bare, surging body and locked them around his waist, hitched them higher and locked them around his lower ribs. He was deep in her. Jeri reveled in the penetration. Her pleasure emanated from her like a rumor. 

Her head dangled off the opposite edge of the desk. Masters rode her hard, then, ramming his cock into her over and over again. Her tits waved and twitched. Masters was on his hands, his thighs balanced on the edge of the desk. That looked uncomfortable. I walked around and grabbed hold of her hands and pulled them till the edge of the desk hit her at about the middle of the back. Masters looked up and nodded, his knees now on the desk, giving him proper leverage. He fucked her, hard. Jeri was panting, licking her lips constantly now, grunting and moaning as the man hammered into her. Her eyes opened and she watched me, the sensations of their conjunction cast shadows on the windows of her soul. The pleasure of it had control of her now and she rode crest after crest. I kept hold of her hands, staring down the line of her body to their conjunction. 

In that position, she had to use her core and middle muscles and she tired quickly. Her hands clung to me and I supported her, holding her by the elbows while her hands gripped mine. I supported her. It was the first time I had touched her skin. Her eyes fluttered and she tried to focus on me as her body lurched. 

Masters fucked her. 

Her hips finally began to respond. Her feet found purchase on the desk, and with my help, she began to roll her pussy at him, rocking up to meet him and then rolling away to gain momentum as she fucked up at his down stroke. Masters finally bent over her, kissing the stretched expanse of her tits. Finding one, he sucked on it hard. Jeri shook a hand loose from my grasp and whacked him on the side of the head. 

"No marks, asshole. They show through the costume, remember!" 

Masters grunted and moved his mouth, kissing to her nipple and sucking on it. Suddenly Jeri jerked. Her head dropped, like she lost all strength in her neck. She gave me back her hand and when I had firm hold of her, her whole body bucked, her hips springing up from the desk top. Masters rode her, grinding down into her as her body surged beneath him. 

"Oh, god, yes, like that Jake. Fuck me there, Jake. Yes, yes! Oh fuck, Jake, now, now!" Her body clinched, she seized him with her legs. Her hands pulled at mine as she sought to curl up around the cock tickling her fancy. Her torso bowed up and for a crystal moment, they kissed, both arched, their mouths meeting and squelching together. 

Then Jeri jerked and screamed. Her whole body bucked and she arched her back, her feet planted on the desk lifted her hips and Masters with them. He began to rabbit-fuck her pussy, hammering her with short strokes. 

Till then, I still had control of her hands. She clung to me, communicating the rising tension in her body with the claws of her hands. Her upper torso bent far down, off the desk. She shook loose her hands and she flopped off the edge of the desk. She bent so far, she planted her hands on the floor and pushed up. It gave her an entirely different sort of leverage and she began a rapid fire emulation of Jake's motions between her splayed legs. 

They fucked each other with short, hammering motions for several moments, maybe a minute. Finally, Jeri screamed and creamed and her hips arched high, lifting what was now dead weight; Master lay between her full thighs, utterly unmoving. She hissed and arched, lifting the man as her body spasamed and shook. When her ass crashed back to the desk, I thought they were going to flop off onto the floor. I did not want to see that, or more to the point, be there when it happened, if it happened.

I took a step past John. "Come on. Let's git while the gittin is good. John, fuck man, we gotta get outta here!" I grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him away, back to the door. He shambled like he was sleepwalking, or like a zombie. I dragged him down the stairs and through the crowd. He did not speak till we were at the down elevator. 

"Shit. Fuck me. I, she, Jesus, she really fucked him. She really did come like that! Jesus!" The elevator arrived. John didn't say anything else till we got into the car. We looked at each other. He grinned. "Well, shit, buddy, we know she loves to fuck anyway. There's that!" 

I had to agree. There was that!" 

I drove towards Holdingsfield. 

John was silent till we were almost back home. Finally he said, "So? Was it worth it?" 

I had been chewing over what I had learned. The challenge of solving a woman's sensual puzzle delighted me and Jeri Lewis' more the most. "Of course. Good call. Don't worry about the money. That was research and research costs. Happy to pay." 

John nodded in satisfaction. He seemed genuinely happy about my approval. When we stopped on the street by his house, he looked over at me. "So? What do you think about my, about our proposal? Any chance I can keep my wife?" 

I should have said "none!" But I was reluctant to crush his dreams. Eve attracted me in a different way than Jeri did but the allure was just as strong. I felt a twinge of regret, even guilt, though. John was decent and I was plotting to take away his wife. Perhaps that was why I did not crush the thought immediately. Unease makes me stall. "Why don't we talk on Monday. I really don't want to commit to something that I don't want to do. I have to tell you, John, Eve..."

He forestalled me, waving a hand at me. "I know. I know. You are not the first. She is alluring and irresistibly so. Monday then. Think about it. I'll, I'll think about it too. Maybe, maybe I can think of something else to help you that will be worth it. Make it worth more. I told you Jeri was up to something. Now we know." 

I agreed. "Now we know." We shook hands and he left me. What I wanted to know was how he knew.

At home, I showered, filled with unease. Done, I almost went up stairs and took Jennifer, but the feeling I was fucking the enemy stopped me. I kept telling myself that I did not know for certain she was working both sides of the street but the doubt, the contamination of her delight in serving ruined it for the moment. Maybe I'd have to get over it but, much as I wanted to, as horny as I was, I left her alone. I was distracted too by the visions of Jeri Lewis being fucked and the sounds of her throbbing contralto as she orgasmed on stage. 

In my own bed, I could not sleep. My mind would not shut off as I tried to figure how to extract Jeri from her present position and inject her into my portfolio or inject me into her is a better expression. What was Eve up to and was John part of it or just her pawn? What to do about Aurora? And finally the reality that I was biting off more pussy than I could fuck, to mix my metaphors, still bothered me. I almost called Val or Liza but decided these issues were mine and I needed to deal with them on my own. I worried about Sharon. With that thought, sleep finally arrived. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 13



I woke the next morning to a suitcase banging down the stairs. I got up, grabbed a robe and caught Jennifer as she arrived at the ground floor. She was going "home" for a few days as instructed. I told her I'd call if I needed anything. I went back to bed and slept like the dead for another eight hours. 

After dark, the technicians arrived, parking in two open spaces in the garage. I closed the garage door to hide their presence from the neighborhood, timing it so they just drove into it and disappeared. I hoped no one would notice. 

I packed a bag and drove to a hotel. I had no wish to be around while they did their business. I finally remembered to call Crowley and ask if he knew someone who would know someone to give Jake Masters my vitae. He chuckled, always delighted when strait-laced Alan needed his more unsavory talents. He told me he thought he could take care of it. Then he told me something curious. 

He had checked John Sawyer's business and yes, he had closed it and yes, it seemed that it was about three months early. Either we missed our cash projections or he had retained a pot of cash we had not counted on. It was a short term solution in any case and that did not worry me. 

The last thing Crowley told me though seemed utterly confusing. They had put about twenty grand into a surveillance system into their house, just recently. Crowley agreed with me, it made no sense at all. They were within spitting distance of defaulting on the mortgage, why would they invest in a security system? They had it put in while I was laid up. It made no sense. 

I puzzled over that for the next couple days while I worked in the hotel and they worked at the house. I got a call from Jennifer asking if I was at home. I said I was and she accepted that, said she saw odd lights in the house. I said I was trying something new. She seemed to accept that. 

By Wednesday, the system was up and running. I could check the cameras on my phone. Only one was hooked up but it was fantastic. I could see the workers in my living room. Crowley had ordered painting trucks and they repainted several parts of the house, changing the brighter yellow and white to a darker blue that I really liked. I liked the cooler house, not the star-burst version Sharon apparently liked. 

I spent the time tracking Sharon's progress but it was not good. I knew things were getting dicey and there may not be any good solution. I was betting millions on her ability to manage it. Sometimes the best you could hope for was to not make things worse and this was one of those times. I needed to know how she responded to this sort of situation. Could she accept the losses and just live to fight again another day? 

Despite the fact she was my older sister, I was tutoring and training her and this was a trial by fire. I was depending on my people to keep her out of trouble so it was a spot check on their grasp of the situation as well. 

Tuesday Crowley told me the crews were done and packing up. I decided to stay another night. They left the windows open to air out the house. It would be obvious to Jennifer I had had much of the house repainted but I hoped the cameras would not be equally obvious. I had no idea what to expect but even I could not find the cameras. One of our tech gurus got on the phone and talked me through how to call into the system on the Internet and showed me how to switch through the cameras. There were twenty-nine of them. 

I called Jennifer and asked her to "come home" and she squeaked and did. She seemed excited. 

"I had no idea you were planning to paint!" She squealed when she arrived inside the door. Redecorating always seems to energize a woman. We carried her stuff up to her room and got her settled. It had been painted as well. 

I remained uneasy around her. John called and wanted to have lunch. I was happy for the distraction, gave cash to Jennifer to change accessories in the house and left to have lunch. I intentionally left her alone in the house. This time John met me in a bistro, a large place. The after-lunch lull left us stranded in a booth far away from the entrance. After we sat down, John got right down to business.

"So, Mr. Gale. Have you given our, my proposal any thought?" 

"Why isn't Eve here?" I asked. I had given it thought, a lot of thought. I had not arrived at any conclusion.

"She is a distraction. You'd, you'd focus on her and not on the issues at hand. It defeats our purpose, hers and mine, to wean you off the idea that you have to have sex with her."

I nodded. "I can understand that, I guess. She is an incredible woman." I expected John to agree vehemently with that but he just took a drink of water. 

"I have not been completely straight with you." He said. 

I smiled vaguely. "No one ever is, when it comes to negotiating for pussy." I started out trying to be funny but realized I had spoken plain truth, which is often much less humorous flitting off the lips then it is in your head. 

"I want to make you understand. I, I need to tell you a story." 

I nodded. We'd ordered, I was hungry. My stomach growled and I almost suggested he wait till after the food came but rejected the idea. He seemed nervous, jittery. Best let him get to it, I decided. 

"Mr. Gale, can I call you Josh?" 

"Of course. Josh is fine." 

"You represent a lot of money to us and we both know that. I, we, I have been trying to figure out how to be a man, to not hand my wife over to you to solve our financial problems. I don't think it is strange for a man to wish to avoid having his wife fuck to get them out of a spot, right? I am not being stupid, I mean?"

"You want me tell you that you are being noble?" I shrugged. "I think we are past that. You, you are after all entertaining the idea, the whole concept of using Eve to fuck for money to get you out of your hole. I am not sure that is noble, no matter how hard you negotiate." 

John's eyes bored into mine and for a moment I felt like he wasn't seeing me. He wasn't.

When his eyes focused, he asked a peculiar question. "I bet you are wondering how Eve and I ended up together." It sounded like a statement. 

I shook my head. "You are a handsome man, gentle and smart, capable as far as I can tell and caught on a petard that is not wholly your own. This financial crisis, it as fucked up a lot of people, worse than you."

John smiled and for a moment, I could see the sadness in him, the stress and something else. After a naked moment, I named what I saw and it was appreciation.

"You are too kind. Everyone knows that I don't belong with Eve. That is why every man who ever meets her looks at me as an unwanted complication. No one looks at me and sees a man they should respect because I own Eve. No, I am her husband and she owns me. It has always been that way."

I stopped him then and I shouldn't have. He might have told me the whole story but I did. "You two seem very comfortable together. She seems to adore you and she went to a lot of discomfort to avoid having you fuck Swallow."

"Shallow. Yes, but, well, let me tell you this story, about how we met. I was a scholarship student, and by that I mean I was a hardship student. My parents and sister were all killed in car accident when I was seventeen, after I had been accepted to Listingale College. They called it Lustingale because, went the rumor, they did not let virgins graduate. 

"Anyway, I was two years ahead of her and the other Little Lords. That was the name of her group of women, girls at the time, the Little Lords. They came together from very different backgrounds, but were all filthy rich. They congealed into a group of girls who, for four years resolved to fuck ever male on the campus, including professors, husbands of professors, staff, and even the gay guys. They claimed to have completed the cycle by March every year. 

"They had little rituals they went through to decide who had to do the undesirables. The loser had to fuck him. I was one of those undesirables. Eve joined the group as the lone legitimate model on campus and when she got the assignment to fuck me, she did. I, I fell in love with her. She dismissed me like I was nothing. 

"Instead of getting angry, I got even." John hesitated and looked away for a moment, gathering his reserves I thought. I could tell this was something he did not relish disclosing. 

"There was something she did not know about me. When, when she seduced me, she had no idea who or what I was. She, she came over to me while I was working in the cafeteria busing tables and spilled a cup of scalding coffee on my arm. She acted all horrified and insisted on taking me to her clinic in town, where she got her IUD or whatever, and drove me down there in her Lexus. I'd never been in one before. I shopped at Good Will for clothing. One of the standing jokes was for the bluebloods to saunter over and look at the back of my shirt and snicker that yep, that was his shirt and could he have it back, he wanted to donate it again. 

"Anyway, I was like an untouchable, you know, like the lowest caste in India?"

I nodded.

"I worked three different jobs with the administration including B&G and by that time I had master keys for nearly every door on campus." He patted the air. "I need to go back now. Back to when I was a freshman. I was in shock and I had a roommate who was a horror. He acted like he was omni-sexual and offered to 'do me' right. Once he touched me while I was sleeping and I couldn't sleep there any more. I realized later he didn't mean any harm. He couldn't get it up with girls but wasn't really gay, he was just scared of the vagina." John smiled wanly. 

"I was not much better. My boss with B&G understood my difficulty and got me keys so I could find various places around campus to sleep in peace or study. I was not really shy, just in shock from losing my family that summer before I arrived. And I was young. Then Tito got fired and there I was with the master keys for the whole campus. As part of the aid package, they had arranged for me to work the summer before I started, well, it was part pity because the house, my house got repossessed and I had no place to live. So they hired me on a modified student work program and let me live on campus. They felt sorry for me and I was in deep shock. I just did what people told me to do. 

"By the time the regular students arrived, I knew a lot about the place. They'd see me in class and order me to empty the trash. I was too shattered to fight back for about the first two months. They hazed me all the time, like they were picking on a helpless mutt. Some of them called me Mutt a lot."

I tried not to look bored. His whining bothered me but I realized because I recognized the mentality he described, the superior, asshole mentality I had avoided, precisely because I was shy but I had seen what he described plenty as one of those moneyed elite. I hated them too but I had little wish to hear him whine about it. I was one of them, despite my contempt for the behavior he described. People like to blame the money but assholes are assholes regardless of net worth. 

John continued. "It was one of the times they were being particularly brutal and they pushed me over and dumped out the trash I was hauling. Tito used to protect me but the new guy, Guido or something, he said the student should be with the students. They tortured everyone, not just me. 

"This time, one young woman came over and helped me up and helped me clean up. She never said a word but her very presence seemed to intimidate them. She was fucking gorgeous and as it turned out, twisted up but nice. She, she had a smell about her I could not believe. It made me hard and I was bent over the whole time so I did not show her my wood. 

"I wasn't a virgin exactly, I knew where everything was kept and where it all fit, but I wasn't exactly experienced. Just her presence drove me crazy. Of course, after that, she never acknowledged me again. Turned out she was having a spat with her boyfriend, one of the guys bothering me, and she just wanted to piss him off. 

"Before I found that out though, I resolved to show her my appreciation. She was the first student who had been kind to me since I arrived and it freaked me out a little. I wanted to show I had a little class. I presumed she wore perfume because her scent haunted me. I'd wake up from sex dreams smelling it. I had saved a little money and decided I'd figure out what she wore and buy her a little bottle, just so show her I had class, too. That was what everyone referred to at Listingale, class. I wanted to show I had some, despite my humble circumstances. 

"However, figuring out such a thing is harder than it sounds. I tried all the usual approaches and got eyed in high class salons that sold perfumes. Finally, I got desperate and talked myself into going to her room. It was a Saturday night, the football team was playing and we had a good team that year, everyone was talking bowl game and the like. She, she was dating a linebacker on the team and so was at the games to cheer him on and shit. The dorm...let me tell you about the dorms at this place. There were dorms and then there were the 'dorms' for the elite. They had been completely redecorated and renovated with single occupant suits and privates baths, paid for by parents. It became the tradition for girls to live there who were from the upper crust.

"Anyway, I had keys to their rooms. I slipped in, looking for the perfume. I found it and it was a grand a bottle, smallest possible. When I discovered that I had to change my plans. That night, though, I searched carefully through her things trying to find the perfume. It was like a department store in there. I did, finally, but before I found it, I found her diary, her hand written diary stuffed under her undies."

He grinned. "Don't ask why I was looking in her panty drawer and I won't have to lie to you. I opened the notebook up and flipped idly through it but then I saw the words 'he fucked me' and I decided to read more closely. I have an eidetic memory and an high IQ, why I got into Listingale in the first place. I went back and flipped through the book from the beginning. 

"The thing was chock full of accounts of her sexual activities retold in loving detail. At first I was sure it was all just lies, fantasies, but then she began to talk about her dream, her wish, her hopeful fantasy. You'll never guess what this girl, the cream of the country's crop, what she wanted! She wanted to be raped. She use that word. She wrote lovingly about being forced to have sex, about a guy slipping into her room and fucking her silly. She mocked the linebacker for his poor sexual prowess, fucked him again, she wrote. No better this time. He comes seconds after I get astride him and then he's done for a couple hours. Even when I wait, he still comes quick. The prick never even tries to avoid it so I could get going but he is oblivious.' She went on for pages about his inadequacies as a man and as a lover. 

"I felt a little bad for him but he was a dick and one time spit into my coke just to see what I'd do. I did nothing and he called me a pussy. Revenge can be so very sweet. Anyway, she had periodic entries going back two years where she imagined being raped. She always ended it with a little plea to be satisfied by surprise. 

"I left her room with this new idea, two ideas. She wanted to have sex with a stranger and she wanted to be raped in her room. Not real rape but, what would you call it? Wanting a stranger to have sex with you in your room? She called it rape, she talked about saying 'no, no, no' the whole time she was being fucked and coming like a house." 

John seemed a little disturbed, like the thought of it bothered him. It certainly bothered me. Willing participation always seemed by far the best, but I am rich and I do know that money makes some women wet or hot or willing; perhaps all three. Without money, a guy needs something else to excite a woman.

"I, I was horrified by what I was thinking. Well, aroused and fearful because, well, it seemed like something I could do and I got so aroused, you know, by the thought of satisfying a woman's most private fantasy." Suddenly John looked positively horrified, like he just became aware he was talking out loud or something. 

"My god, did I even tell you her name? I didn't did I?"

I shook my head. I thought he was protecting the innocent but apparently he had no interest in that either. I was completely clueless as to what he was about. Still, I was fascinated. It seemed a good story.

"Her name was Maya. She was blond, beautiful and stacked. Despite my ultimate choice, I love a nice rack on a woman. Eve, she knows and says she does too, just to make me feel at ease." He groaned. "I know. Too long. I'll get to the point but you, you need to understand that what I offer you is, well, it is real and valuable, for what you are doing and more to the point, why you are doing it. I don't buy for a minute that you are doing it just for the money." 

I had a momentary thrill, thinking I had been caught out but it passed with his next words. 

"It, I know its for the pussy. Who can blame you. Twenty-four houses and twenty women that could be models on the catwalk or strippers down with Mrs. Lewis. It, it really is incredible and I am, I respect your for noticing and making the plan to buy that much pussy. It really is ingenuous if only you'd let Eve escape unfucked." He grunted and waved a hand at me.

"I know. I'll get on with it. Eve says I do go on sometimes. So, I left Maya's suite that night certain that she wanted to be fucked, raped in her own room, at night. Of course the next two weeks I spent having second thoughts but each time, I'd find time to get into her room and reread the diary to see that it said what I thought it said. That may seem strange, given my memory but the truth was I liked how her room smelled, so I kept going back. Creepy I know but I was in a bad place. 

"I think if that was the only thing that happened, I'd have been fine but the first week of November, Maya and her linebacker friend, I just called him Igor and I honestly have forgotten his real name, they had a big fight. It was public, with her throwing food at him in the cafeteria. A boiled egg I think because he was at breakfast with another girl and Maya was sure he boffed the other girl. It was a mess. Maya was a mess. 

"This went on till Thanksgiving and everyone left campus but me and some of the other charity cases. I went to her room and found she had written two weeks of entries, extending fantasies about having sex with a stranger in her room, about being bound and fucked. Two weeks, every night. She swore off men and boyfriends and all that jazz. I was too dumb and full of cum to realize she was venting. I determined to give her what she wanted. 

"I put a big eye bolt in the underside of the book case over the foot of her bed. Then I got together a little kit and realized I needed to rehearse. I got nervous. That was when I started ransacking the other rooms of beautiful or sexy girls looking for diaries. That four days of Thanksgiving break, I bet I read sixty diaries and you know what? At least a dozen of them had similar ideas, sex fantasies about being fucked in the night. So, after four days of nothing but female fantasies of being fucked blindfolded, I resolved to do it. 

"When everyone came back to campus, I figured it would be the best time and I did. At two in the morning I crept into her room and, and I did her. I had handcuffs, with an easy release, a gag and I did her. She was sleeping and I slipped into the room, I'd oiled hinges and locks all over campus so nothing squeaked. I gagged her, cuffed her and fucked her. 

"Now, I had told myself that I would not do anything if her pussy was dry, you know, if she was desert scared. This only worked for me if it was really her fantasy and when it happened, she'd get into it. She did. God, she did. I think she came four or five times that first time, her legs bent up over her head. I decided next time to hook her feet so I could just fuck her. She talked about being a 'hole' just a 'hole' she said. She thrashed and squealed into the gag. I even turned her around and did her from behind and she still bucked like she was climaxing. It was incredible. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 13



"When I let her loose, she just lay there, panting. I delicately took the gag out of her mouth and she gasped and snorted. Don't go, she said, but I left. I had been there much longer than I intended. I left and the very next morning, I was busing tables again and there she was, sitting at a table and I eased closer. A gaggle of girls were around Maya and she was talking in a hushed voice. I heard her say 'fucked me' and 'gagged the whole time' and 'orgasm after orgasm!' The other girls listened and then Maya said it, she said 'the Midnight Rambler is back'. 

"Now I didn't know what she was talking about so I did some research but found nothing. Later I found out that in years past, some of the girls had had sex in the night like that, without cuffs but still, in their own beds with an unknown man. 

The next two weeks were crazy. I had a dozen or so girls identified who had diaries and with similar predilections. I visited their rooms and found express wishes that the Midnight Rambler would visit them. I had a name. The night I went back to Maya's room, I fucked her hard this time. I tore her up. I had cuffs for her ankles this time and she was hooked all limbs to one point. I worried the eye bolt would come loose. I had to hook a larger...you don't care about the details. I fucked her. Two nights later, I fucked another girl. I felt like I had cheated on Maya but realized that I could not become fixated on one. I went back to Maya three or four times and she always came with me. I know she did. The last time we did it, I let her loose and we had sex like lovers. She was worn down and relieved not to be hooked up but the feeling of her legs wrapping around me as I did her lit me up. God it was hot!

"I know, I am getting to it. The semester ended and Maya did not return that next semester. I don't know why. I was hooked though, with or without her. I had to have sex. Since I was a nonentity on campus, my only avenue was through the diaries. For the longest time I just read diaries, convinced that I had to leave them alone, that it was too big a risk. But I always gave in. I'd find one girl or another who had very explicit fantasies and so I'd fuck her and the next couple weeks, all the women would be abuzz with stories of the Midnight Rambler. 

"There was even a group of girls who formed his 'posse' and when various guys insisted that they were the Midnight Rambler, they'd fuck them to see. That got out of hand right away, the queue formed to the right and went around the block. So they changed it, they stopped that after a while. 

"It changed how women responded because after that, they all wanted to blow me the first time. I figured out after a while that the posse would offer to blow a guy and if his cock wasn't the right one, they bang him in the balls. The lines got much shorter. They put one guy in the hospital but he was a dick, so he likely had a concussion. In order to help them out, I went back and fucked the whole posse again, getting them to blow me and they all agreed that they'd been had by the Midnight Rambler. By the end of that first year, I'd fucked maybe eight or ten girls that way. 

"I was a fucking legend with a secret identity and everything, like I was a super hero. During the summer, I did three professors, two right on campus, right in their offices. When I left them, I whispered they'd just fucked the Midnight Rambler. None of them reported me. That was when I understood I had something but I had to be smart. Doing them during the summer was stupid because the process of elimination could have ended up with me as the prime suspect. 

"The professors were the first time I ever did someone without the benefit of the diary. That is a little misleading because I heard two of them talking about the Midnight Rambler and the third was tight with them. I went back for them several times the rest of the next year, doing them in their houses. That is another story. 

"The next year started with a whole new group of freshman women and it became obvious that most prestigious click was the Posse and the alumna of the Midnight Rambler. I began to initiate new girls. I got really adept and slipping into the room. I'd be on them and in them before they were fully awake. I know, that violated my desert pussy rule but if they did not enjoy it, I never went back. That whole semester I did maybe two or three a week. About half kept quiet about it and the rest joined the Posse."

John fell silent. 

I waited. When he spoke again, his voice had changed. Before it had been high and tinny. It dropped an octave and he sat up, looking right at me.

"I quit relying on the diaries to keep from making that obvious. I did a secretary in her apartment. I had been working on picking locks and that was one of the first times I did that exclusively. The thrill was unbelievable. Well, in truth, I went to her place and picked the lock when she was at work but still, the rush was awesome. 

"Everyone knew about the Midnight Rambler. Then I got bronchitis and had to lay low for a month and a half. I cough like a pig in a dry, dusty pen when I get a cold and it held on forever. Coughing in the midst of an outing would never have worked out. 

"The campus was wondering what had become of the Rambler when I finally got back on the horse. All year I visited girls, fucking them. It was unbelievable. A bunch of them never even fought. Some fought because they wanted to be restrained. They were the ones gushing when I entered them the first time. 

"So that year passed. In April of that year, a girl visited the campus and I lost it over her. I fell in love from across the quad." He halted his headlong narrative.

"Eve." I breathed.

"Eve." He agreed. "I did not see her again till the next year but I knew I had to have her. By then, I had become a campus legend. I was suddenly completely content being invisible. I always wondered why no one else tried it but no imitators appeared to screw things up for me. After a while, the challenge was to surprise the woman. I made a lot of girls' lives better; girls who were not part of the in-crowd. When they decided to let it be known they had been fucked by the Rambler, they were instantly a sensation. I realized as the numbers rose, that duplication would mark a girl off as special and occasionally I'd go back when a girl was having a hard time. I made female reputations with my cock that second year. 

"Then came Eve. Eve was different. She was part of a group of high society girls who knew about cotillions and that sort of thing. They found each other and formed an instant bond that excluded everyone else. Swallow was the vociferous instigator of it but Eve was often at the center of whatever they did. There were eighteen girls. 

"I was in love though. The first month, I didn't do anyone and the rumor began that the Rambler had graduated. Others insisted he was a towny. I was fixated on Eve. She had no diary so I had to reconnoiter heavily before I could figure her out. I failed. 

"I did however fuck her. The football game the first week in October was away and a lot of the students made it into a weekend in Ohio. They left but Eve stayed behind. I fucked her Friday night. She went crazy. She came and came and came, like it was her first time or something but believe me she was no blushing virgin. I went back Saturday and by Sunday she was expecting me. 

"When I opened the door, her voice came out of the darkness. Couldn't stay away from this good pussy? She asked me. I was terrified for a moment but she did not scream and she spoke the truth, I could not keep away from her fine pussy. She told me I didn't have to hook her up. I found her nude on the bed waiting for me. When I say she was waiting for me, I mean she was slick as axle grease and hot as a baked potato when I slipped inside. But strangely, she did not come when I fucked her. In fact, most of the energy was gone and she just held on till I gushed the first time. 

"I made to leave but she wrapped her legs around me and held on, telling me not to go. I got a little panicked, thinking she was trapping me. Going back the third time was dangerous. She held on and soothed me and told me to relax and listen. She said she had a plan, a plan that would let her own this campus. She wanted to control everyone and everything. She said, she said she had a deal for me. 

"I wasn't sure what that meant but I got hard. She took me inside and while I fucked her, she told me what she had in mind. She would tell me who to fuck and she'd tell them she had control of me. If I did that, she'd guarantee that I'd get all the women I wanted without any risk whatsoever. 

"I got loose from her legs and left. That next week, she posted a notice on the big public bulletin board addressed to the Midnight Rambler. It said, come do her again and she'd make it worth my while. 

"For two weeks I resisted, because it seemed like a trap but then I saw the crap she was taking from everyone for the poster and finally, I did her again. This time, though, I hooked her up good and fucked her fast and deep before leaving her. I told her no more posters. The next day, she took it down. 

"I cannot tell you the power I felt then. I never stopped to ask what I needed her for. The year before I got fifty or sixty women that way. Easy, but having her blessing seemed much more attractive. Finally I went back to her. She gave me a name, told me to fuck her before Thursday. 

"I was terribly suspicious, thinking it was a trap so I did the girl immediately. She was so wet after I gagged her and hooked her arms up, she sloshed when I rammed into her. She was a black chick named Odessa. God, what a lay! Friday I did Eve again and she told me who to do next. I did Lucretia Laurenitus and she came like a cannon. She was a dancer, ballet and flexible as rubber. I kept trying to find her limits and didn't. 

"I went back to Eve. She told me about the Little Lords who were intent on fucking everyone and lo and behold, she had drawn my name, my real name. She told me that she'd fuck me as John, though at the time my name was Mark Stallworth. She said she was going to fuck me and make me her boyfriend and that she'd tell him all about me. She said she'd give him the name, the next name to fuck and I could get it from him. If I kept doing her this way, someone would get suspicious and I'd get caught. 

"Now at the time, I had no idea if she was on to me or not. The next week, she spilled scalding coffee on my arm while I was busing tables and burned the shit out of my arm. She was all solicitous and demanded I take her to her doctor to have the burn looked at. She did and we ended up doing it in a hotel room. She said she'd picked me because I was nothing and that I could not demand anything from her She said she had a job for me. She told me that she had no wish to end up on the auction block with the other cunts, her word, she wanted to be left alone with her tamed cock. That was me. She insisted that she just wanted a boyfriend but if I'd play along, I could fuck her as much as I wished. 

"I was so nervous, so suspicious, I could not believe this was all a coincidence. To this day, Eve insists it was. I may be gullible but I believe her. She then told me about the Little Lords, the name of her group of girls, and she insisted that she wanted to keep them out of trouble but give them a good time in school. She insisted that I would be hearing from the Midnight Rambler. When I did, she told me to give him the next name. 

"It was easy to tell her that the Midnight Rambler insisted that I not reveal who he was or how he did what he did. She seemed perfectly willing to accept things as they were. She told me who to fuck and I fucked them. I figured out eventually that she told everyone that I knew who the Rambler was and that the guy had taken me under his wing and protected me. He said that he let me decide who got fucked in the night. 

"Eve used it to perfection, leveraging it into control over all the women who cared about the Midnight Rambler. I did something really clever, though, to keep things from getting to conspicuous. Several times, once I knew who was getting fucked on a day, I'd slip in and change their clock so that it was an hour later. I'd then fuck them at midnight by their clock. While they were eating breakfast, I'd change the clock back. At the actual midnight, I'd go fuck Eve. 

"She figured out that the Rambler was fucking the next girl while I was doing her. I managed to dispel that suspicion. But Eve was not really fucking me. The fire cat I had fucked as the Rambler was replaced by a cool female who'd wrap her legs around me and let me pump till I came but she'd be filing her fingernails above my back. It was awful. She turned into a limp fish and nothing I could do could get that fire back. I insisted on doing her ass, made her suck me off all over campus...nothing changed her. She was consistently pliable but utterly unresponsive. 

"This went out for the whole year and I fucked everyone she told me to. I endured her lack of response and came to love the variety. I still poached diaries but mostly with the idea that I was finding out what a girl liked. She and Swallow, dammit, now you have me doing it. She and Shallow used me several times, as me, to do girls with guys they were interested in but wanted to see if they'd share. I did Shallow several times with other guys, just to see if they'd share. The whole thing they told you about Shallow and the other Little Lords, Eve never calls them that, by the way. That thing was all true. Shallow fucked everyone of the guys who sniffed around the Little Lords. She was the fuck buffer. When a girl got hooked into a guy Eve thought was beneath her, she'd send the Rambler to show her what sex was all about. 

"In the process, I got mad respect. I came to be the guy that the Rambler listened to. I had to fuck some girls from some other people along the way but I used Eve to figure out who was trying to catch me out and who just wanted a good fucking. As you can see, the whole surprise thing went out of it nearly from the start. I became an on-call cock that serviced the girls on campus. 

"When summer came, I was stranded. Eve went back to her life, and I was alone on campus. I knew should not call on the Rambler but I did once too often. A married professor, well, two married professors were boning in her office and I caught them, as me, doing maintenance. I knew they had been carrying on and thought I'd contrive to get her under my thumb. I barged in and then backed out. I left the room but a few days later, when the man was out of town, I caught her alone and fucked her. She went right to the administration and reported me. She laid out her reasons for not engaging the police, because I'd rat out the other professor and no one thought that was a good idea. 

"Just like that, I was out on my ass. They dismissed me and cut me off from all financial aid. My tenure there was over. I was devastated. I left, I thought, never to return. I was working as a night clerk in an all-night pharmacy when a guy found me...it was three months later. He said he worked for Mr. Covington and had a message for me from Eve. He gave me a letter and left. 

"Eve wrote me that she needed the Rambler back. Word was the Rambler had graduated but she had convinced them that he refused to touch anyone but her but that was wearing thin. She said I knew him and that I should find him and bring him back occasionally. She arranged a hotel room and told me to have him visit the campus. 

"I am not sure what she was thinking but I had kept the master keys. I returned to the campus and fucked a few of her freshmen friends. I returned to my job for a few weeks till the guy reappeared. I returned to campus several more times under that pretense. Even then, she insisted later she had no idea I was the Midnight Rambler. That insults me a little because no one imagined I could be that guy, so nondescript was I. 

"Her junior year, I did the same thing but I got a hair up my ass and got a job at her father's company. For some reason, I got a position and in six months, I had worked into a respectable position. I managed to finish my degree with night school and Internet classes. 

"Eve's senior year, I was off her radar. She came home at Christmas and came face to face with me in the halls of her father's offices and did not recognize me. Not even a flicker. I had changed a little, gotten more handsome, filled out some. She says now she does not even remember seeing me."

John stopped and I felt like a galloping pony had just locked his front legs and bucked me off ass over tea kettle. "What? How did you end up with Eve Covington? You cannot stop there!" 

John smiled wanly. 

"Just because I left campus did not mean I had stopped visiting women in the night. I made a hobby of searching for diaries and when I found one that contained the right fantasies, I'd go back and fuck them. Several of the women in the Covington companies got visits from me. No one ever knew."

"But what about Eve?" 

"Eve is smart. You know that. She graduated and her father assumed she'd come back and become a vice president to his Chairman of the Board. He had a guy all picked out to succeed him and Eve was going to marry him to keep the business in the family. Eve was having none of that. They had a huge fight right in the offices and she insisted that she could make it on her own, that she did not need her father. 

"She did too. That was the beginning of the legend of Eve Covington, the model. She went and broke into that business and dominated it for two years. She came back once during that time and paid her father for her education, dropping three-hundred thousand in gold coins on his desk. It embarrassed him. She turned around and left. We all thought that was the last we'd see of her but then her mother died. 

"Eve was like her father sinew and bone but looked just like her mother. She used both to her advantage. She came back and she and her father reconnected. Her older sister resented them both; she was ditzy like her mom and not reserved and dignified like Eve is. Eve's father was devastated and Eve put him back together. He got back up on his hind legs and they fought again. 

"During that time, I took to slipping into their house and fucking her, as the Rambler. We went through a little dance and she suddenly 'recognized' me from school. I had changed my name by then and dodged her friends when they came to visit but I still had it when it came to doing women in the night. I had begun doing her regularly and she responded as she had to the old Rambler. When she discovered I was working for her father, she invited me out a few times but it seemed to go no where. Neither of us mentioned that I was doing her in the night, while she strained at hand cuffs in her own bed. She knew though, it was all clear to her at that time. 

"Well, she had this huge blow up with her father and she came down to where I was working. She dragged me up to his office, told his father I had been fucking her for six months and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Mr. Covington was not shocked or even perturbed. He just looked back at the papers on his desk and said she was right, she could lay whomever she pleased but she was marrying Carl Billings. She pointed at me and screamed we were getting married. Mr. Covington told her if she married me, she was out. She did and we were. She had invested her money from modeling well and we used that to buy into Holdingsfield. That is how I came to be Mr. Eve Covington." 

I nodded. "Not very romantic." 

"Eve is not much of a romantic. As you said, she has had to cut off all ties to her friends from college or they would surely recognize me and put two and two together."




A Fucking Investment Ch. 14



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For three days I wandered around in a daze, not catatonic, just uninspired. Realizing that John Sawyer had had a piece of Jennifer without permission, had raped her with seduction and temptation, not with violence, he had taken her and taken what was mine. When that came clear to me, I seriously challenged my approach. Despite Sharon's desire for revenge, my revenge was subtle. I wanted to fuck the 20 women of Holdingsfield without giving any of them any rights to me or my life. I wanted to own them but not dominate them. I wanted them to come running, or run coming when I summoned them and for them to view each other as being in the same situation without competition or resentment. 

I know, women not resenting each other and not making your life miserable with incessant carping is a stretch of the imagination but that was why I needed to have something over each of them, more or less the same thing. Yet distinct, personal and utterly intractable, I wanted a hold that connected their desire to me, to my cock would be best but if some preferred to be connected to a woman I owned, I could work with that. 

My objective was to make them docile at the start but ravenous in the end, discovering their most lascivious desires and inviting them to surrender to them. I wanted them helpless in the presence of their own desires, utterly seduced by the promise implicit in my investment, that their darkest, most private desire could be had, if they bent their will to me, to my will, and let me use them as I wished. This, this ambition infused me, both as a psycho-sexual experiment and the additional purpose of making them helpless before me. 

This new development threated this tame version of domination I offered. I say "tame" but it must be understood that my version is far more absolute. I want to hold them in the prison of their own desires, not my oppressive control. I wanted the collar around their necks to be their own passion and lust, tethered to me by the hope and perhaps certainty that I would give them what they longed for down between their legs where lies always surrendered to the truth of actual, consuming carnality. A woman can lie to the ignorant man about her orgasm but not to herself. At least I don't think so. Hmm. What if a woman did, lie to herself about her own pleasure? Perhaps every woman does? Perhaps that is my opportunity, to own the knowledge they cannot bear to face but cannot resist. Perhaps what I actually wanted was to own the desire that originated between their ears, to convince them using their body that if they prostrated their will to mine, they could feel their greatest longing fulfilled. Perhaps. 

I struggled to get my mind wrapped around this pebble in my oyster head. 

This mental block included what I was to do with Jennifer. She, the fear skittered in her and though she flinched when I came near, I refused to penalize her for it. I understood it, or actually, I thought I understood her behavior. I didn't but my ignorance and arrogance did nothing to remove the block on moving forwards. I just had no idea how to proceed, given what John Sawyer had done. 

That left my control on Friday when I got a phone call from a number I certainly did not recognize. The number connected me to a woman's voice I did not recognize. I like to think I have all my senses engaged but this woman's voice made me think I had gone through life stone deaf till then. Her cultured voice puffed breathy phrases into my ear, pushed through the aether at me but ensorcelling me completely. 

"Mr. Gale? This is Victoria Grayson." She hesitated, waiting for me to respond. 

I was responding, just not with sound. She needed a working camera connection to see my cock rising in my pants. This immediate response to a voice rattled my sense of my own sexuality. Who does that? Get hard at the sound of a particular woman's voice? Me, apparently. I felt helplessly entangled in something I did not understand, but god I wanted to. I wanted first to be hopelessly entangled and then maybe to understand. Priorities matter. 

Aroused by a mere voice? That is an arresting experience!

"Mr. Gale?"

"Yes, this is he." I managed. Funny how the cock can make it difficult to breathe. It has nothing to do with respiration, right?

"I am Mrs. Victoria Grayson. Do you have a moment?" 

I said I did, consciously trying not to pant into the phone. I just could not seem to catch my breath. 

"I am calling about your Virgin Services? I believe your contact has been communicating with me. I am wondering if we could meet for lunch. I am in town. I'd be happy to buy you lunch if you have time in your busy schedule?" 

I shuddered. "Virgin Services?" I said blankly. "Don't you mean the airline? I think you have the wrong number." 

"No! No, I don't. I, I know I don't. Please listen to me for a moment. Let me explain." 

I waited so she could. 

"Hello?"

"Yes?" I managed. "You, you asked me to listen. I am listening."

"Oh, yes of course. Please, Mr. Gale, your Mr. Crowley, I spoke with him and he thought, I, he thought it would be acceptable for me to contact you directly. Particularly since I am in town." 

"When did you speak to Mr. Crowley?" I understood in a distant way; Crowley had given her my number! 

"Just a moment ago."

"How did you contact him?"

She did not answer immediately. Finally she clicked her tongue. "I have to admit I used some of my resources to trace the emails we have exchanged back to him."

Through the purple haze of my penal intoxication I had a fleeting thought, that she was prevaricating for some reason. The haze ate that thought, perhaps my little devil put his pitchfork up my little angel's ass. At any rate I focused on the feeling of that voice in my ear and believed what she told me. It was the truth, just not the whole truth. 

Crowley was going to be chagrined and blushing when he admitted he had been penetrated by a woman. I supposed he'd have an explanation. The synchrony in my life blinked and Crowley's number appeared on my phone, beeping for attention. 

"You seem intent on speaking to me." I said.

"A mother will do a lot for her son, once she figures out a course of action and I more than most, only because I have considerable resources beyond what is normally available." 

Her voice licked my ear and made my brain tickle and sizzle. My cock throbbed in sympathy. 

"Can you wait a moment? I have another call I should take." I sounded perfectly reasonable but felt like my skin was levitating off my body. 

"Of course." 

I switched to Crowley. This should be good.

"Hey boss, I uh, I think a Mrs. Grayson will be calling. She, she is the woman interested in hiring a woman to seduce her son." Crowley spoke quickly. He almost never sounded rushed, always lollygagging from syllable to syllable like he cared nothing for getting to the end of his sentences. His alacrity at getting under your skirt surprised lots of people because of his measured drawl. Not now. I almost chuckled, hearing his voice crackle with tense insistence. 

"I know, Crowley, she is on the other line." I thought about tweaking his proboscis but demurred. That was too cheap by half and I needed him. I sought to give him slack and reassurance. Everyone needs it once in a while, even Crowley, and they appreciate it if they are not a sociopath. "Did you manage anything with the club downtown? Getting Mrs. Lewis unhitched from their stable?"

"Working on it boss, I think I have a solution but I, you really don't want to talk about this if Mrs. Grayson is on hold, do you?" 

Crowley always knew how to deflect notice of his shortcomings and they were many. That was part of his charm, if you could call it that, he was not intimidated by his own character flaws, not proud, but not ashamed either. That made him easy for me to deal with but perhaps I am a special case. 

"A point. What did you tell her? About Mrs. Simpson, I mean?" 

"Nothing. She asked for a blond and I said we had just the thing. I'll, er, I'll explain why we were speaking another time. No, she has not seen a picture of Mrs. Simpson. Do you think that she is, will be able to do something like this?" 

"We'll discuss it later. Did you check on the Covingtons for me?" 

"I did. I sent them a little missive by messenger. They should have it today or tomorrow morning, latest. It should get a rise out of them. What's happening with them? Do you want to move on them or not?"

"Wait. We'll wait. Don't do anything yet. I'll get back to you about them. Free Mrs. Lewis, though. ASAP." I got a flutter in my putter. Poor Mr. Cock was confused because the sights and sounds of Mrs. Lewis' aural orgasms intruded on my present reality. That remembered jazz and this present thrill competed to inspire the stiffened resolve in my cock and it was unclear in that moment which could be granted responsibility for the bubbling response in me. I voted for both and felt that wondrous delight from the confidence that I might have both. 

Mrs. Grayson won in that moment because she was not a sure thing and the likelihood that she'd sign a contract of any sort was nil. The happy hounds of lust bayed after her though I had no picture to match to her voice. Oddly, I needed none. That inviting, breathy voice promised enough to get me signing on the dotted line. Ah, desire how wondrous, how marvelous. Oh brave new world that has such sensations in it!

I flipped back to Mrs. Grayson. We arranged to meet in an hour at The Pale Stallion, a bar and restaurant located in the bottom of The Finest, one of the best hotels in the world. 

I took a quick shower and told Jennifer I was leaving for the afternoon. She watched me but provided little other response. I got to the car and decided to do something. Her flat effect had bothered me but I knew its origin and had no solution. Now I finally had an idea, an option, trial to try to see if it generated an error. It was worth the risk, beauty depressed is bleak and horrible and I cannot stand to leave it unaided. I went back into the house. 

"Jennifer, do you have anything planned for this weekend?" I asked. 

She shook her head, still empty of her former sparkle. 

"I am going to meet a woman who is seeking a woman to take her son's virginity. I don't know the particulars but if you think you are up to it, I am inclined to sell her your services for a few days." I held up the phone, "I need a pic." 

She nodded and struck a sexy pose. "Wait, wait." She said and in a flash removed the bra from under her blouse, pulling it out one sleeve in that private feat of legerdemain that women rarely show to their male counterparts. Her breasts billowed before her, ghostly lures behind the pink blouse, the nipples blunted on one side by the shirt pocket but poking clearly into the fabric on the other. She struck the pose again and her tits rose to the occasion. I snapped a couple pictures. Her smile blinded me, the bleakness in her eyes gone for just that instant she stared into the camera. Every woman is an actress but for men, the prick cannot lie. When they say men are more straight forward than are their female fellows, they mean the hard cock reveals a truth the women can and often do keep privately inside. 

"I'll be back." I said and left Jennifer there. She almost seemed eager but a stressed reserve remained. I did not want to enliven her until it was a sure thing so left the possibility dangling and evanescent. 

I drove to The Finest and went inside, leaving the keys with the valet service. Once inside, I realized I had no idea whom I was seeking. I'd been dazed by a mere voice, I hoped I would not find she was a fat old crone. That sort of dissonance tended to cause trauma to the sexual psych but that consonance was far more usual than a sexy voice matched to an equally sexy body. Such unity of sensuality is a true unicorn. 

I entered the bar that was alive with the lunchtime hubbub and scanned the place. It is always a risk to look for a voice. Some of the sexiest voices I have known belonged to women who could crowd a truck off the highway. 

Despite my intent to focus on all the women sitting alone, my eyes went immediately to a beautiful brunette sitting alone. Her eyes were down, she fussed with a compact, opened it and touched her perfect face. Every movement bespoke the grace in her voice. 

"That may not be her." I muttered sub-vocally, trying to pull my brain back from the precipice, the hope and desire that she was Victoria Grayson. At any moment I expected her to look up and smile at some man approaching her from another direction. I shook my eyes loose from her beguiling appearance and scanned the place. My heart hammered in my chest as I forced myself to consider the possibility that another woman sitting alone would prove to be Victoria Grayson. 

I'd like to say there were none but that would be a lie. My heart sank as I scanned the room. Three other women were also sitting alone. Each had their own version of middle-aged homeliness and to be sure, all looked far more like mothers than did the first woman who commanded my attention with her beauty. I kept getting bumped by other men shouldering through the entrance. I was struck by that first woman and wanted her to be Victoria Grayson. That possible consonance teased me and I felt the un-Zen like desire that she be the one, I wanted her! I felt that desire writhing deep inside me and it made my chest hurt. I feared going to settle the matter because such a thing seemed so unlikely. I decided to avoid disappointment but stood considering my next move, trying not to stare at my first and only choice. 

Finally, after a guy elbowed me in the ribs and gave me a glowering look, I moved to the side and the motion enlivened my mind. I realized that I was going to have to ask all of them till I found the right woman. What order should I use? 

I decided to make a game of it. I'd ask her last. If she remained alone and the actual Mrs. Grayson proved disappointing to eye and cock, if not to the ear, I'd reserve the option to approach the vision and seduce her if I could. That hope buoyed me and I shifted into action. 

I went to the second woman I spied. "Mrs. Grayson?" I asked in as neutral a voice as I could manage. Even then, it twanged with a tension that was subconscious dread, I have to admit. 

She looked up. Her eyes went down my body and back up to my eyes, like she was gaging a side of beef. She shook her head. "Not in the market, buddy." She said.

I moved away, embarrassed as hell. I look young because I am young but I was not accustomed to such crass dismissal, partly because I usually had more money than the people I addressed. No one in the Pale Stallion would be impressed by my money. Well, they might since I have a lot but surely they all had money of their own and would be loath to show it. 

I moved to the next woman. She looked up as I approached. She smiled and nodded when I stopped before her. 

"Hello." She said brightly. "Can I help you?"

"I am sorry, I am supposed to meet a Mrs. Grayson and...."

"You don't know whom you are looking for? I am Mable Diggerson. If your Mrs. Grayson doesn't appear, come have lunch with me." She smiled again. "I'm alone." She did not have looks to speak of but she was not a horror, either. She was what might be described as handsome, the sort of looks that money can transform and did but which pushed her into business lunches rather than the runway, early in life. Still, she had tits and they seemed proud enough, though the table hid legs and ass. Now I was assessing her like a side of beef. 

I thanked her and moved away. The third woman was black but I did not dare to think I could hear race in a woman's voice as though rounded or neglected constants could be indicative. Hiphop shattered that general distinction in American women. This black woman had a brusque look, flipping through emails or texts on her phone as I approached. 

"Excuse me, Mrs. Grayson?" I asked. 

She looked up from her phone eyes steady. She shook her head and returned to the phone, not even seeing me. Her eyes clicking with concentration. 

My heart hammered in my head as I turned around to face the fourth woman and not from that disdainful dismissal that I had rarely been exposed to. My heart heart her voice once more and my eyes sought her again at my heart's behest. It nearly tore out of my rib cage when I found her eyes on me. I forced my feet to move. The room seemed to dim, the sounds dulled as thought turned down and tuned out by a theatrical focus. I swear a spot light lit her features. I could not breathe and my body turned to doughy clay.

I shuffled towards her, fixed by her brown eyes and her rich smile. This experience, I had not had often in my young and privileged life; the drama of a desire fulfilled out of a thorough and realistic dread that I would be disappointed, but then finding new hope of satisfaction. It was a high I had not experienced often in the past. 

I arrived at the edge of her booth. "Mrs. Grayson?" I said in a papery voice. 

She nodded. Her eyes held something, a shard of shock that vanished like a broken ice icicle dropped into a bond fire. 

My fucking cock got hard, swelling in my pants the moment she spoke. Fuck me. My cock didn't even have ears and it knew that voice. 

"Mr. Gale?" 

I nodded. 

"Please do sit down." Her eyes were laughing. "I watched you speak to those other women. Didn't you think I would be sitting close to the entrance?"

I slid into the angled booth. A glass of water before me got my attention and I drank from it before attempting speech. "I put you last because I hoped you would be, hoped it would be you. My god, you are beautiful. How is it possible that you have a nineteen year old son?" 

She smiled calmly, accepting the compliment but not basking or preening. It seemed to be her usual fare and how not? She was fucking gorgeous, the more so the longer I lingered in the wash of her presence, like she was radioactive and I was soaking it up. My whole body felt like the subatomic particles were taking me apart, exploding one cell nucleus at a time. Time slowed.

Her eyes measured me. Finally she nodded once glancing away then reattaching her gaze to me, like a tether. "You are much younger than I expected. Your man, Crowley, he sounded as though you were..." She trailed off and a slight pink touched both cheeks. She looked around the room, away from me. When her eyes returned to mine, she smiled. "I thought you would be a man much older to...to be, to be offering this service." 

She squinted then and looked away again. 

We sat in silence for a moment. I waited for her to continue, my brain roasting in her presence, unable to yield up the least intelligent thing to say. All I could offer was a sizzling hiss so I kept quiet. 

She finally began again. "I, I, there is no sense in avoiding the issue. I want help to get my son, to help him, to arrange for my son to have sex, and I want it to be special somehow. I, I don't know how to do that, or why I thought I should involve myself in his sexual resume...I mean, I know full well why. I just haven't fully realized what I am attempting. That bothers me. I, I am struggling to figure out what I expected. I never expected you to be such an attractive young man." She smiled and for a moment I saw an unaccountable ravenous shadow flick through her eyes. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 14



Now I blushed. Somehow her frank compliment pierced my social shield and pricked my pride, leaving me breathless. I shifted my eyes from her cool brown eyes but not far, just down to her finely shaded red lips. I did not even get to her tits before my scanner jammed. Her hair was pinned up; I am sure there is some name for the style but for me, all it did was hide its length and expose the regal lines of her neck. I imagined touching those lines with my lips. My cock throbbed. 

"I am young, I admit it. Do you hold it against me?" I studied her lips, wishing she would, hold them against me I mean. 

She shook her head. "Not if you can genuinely do what Mr. Crowley promised."

I nodded. I felt the vibration in her voice, the urgency. There was a story, I thought but I dared not ask. It was only then that I realized that unlike the rest of the world, her voice perfectly matched her appearance, her manner, her square, elegant shoulders...I found myself waxing rhapsodic and that made me blush. To deflect her detection of my distress, I fished my phone out of my coat pocket and found the picture of Mrs. Simpson. 

"Here. She, she is available." I held the phone across towards her. 

She had taken the gadget from my hands, touching her fingers to mine when the waiter appeared so she could not respond. I felt the tension of awaiting for her approval. Well, that was my conscious label. In reality I felt the zing of that first physical contact and lust roared in me like a tsunami, filling my ears. I glanced around as the waiter waited, expecting to see the place shaking in a movie version of pending disaster. 

Nothing. 

"Do you wish to order?" 

Mrs. Grayson kept her eyes on the phone pic. "Order for us, why don't you, Mr. Gale?"

I was unfamiliar with the menu and the fellow did not show any inclination to leave so I fumbled through the listing and ordered the special, a northern Italian basil pasta with capers and chicken and asked him to bring the right wine to match. He left us. 

Mrs. Grayson looked up at me. "She is beautiful. I, I am embarrassed to ask this but, oh my, perhaps I shouldn't." She seemed uneasy and that made her uneasier. She looked up at me, her distress apparent in her eyes.

"Please, ask anything. I, have lots to hide but I will answer what I can." I had been about to claim total transparency but such claims almost always proved both false and foolish. I was no politician and such claims presume to fulfill some hope of knowledge without knowing what was sought. Foolish. 

She nodded. "Okay. Please don't be insulted. I...no, let me ask it this way. Why are you offering such a beautiful, clearly sexy woman to my son? Am I to believe that you are not, uh, having sex with her?" 

Suddenly I relaxed. Just like that I was shunted back into the world of the Holdingsfield twenty and for a brief, energizing moment, I reveled in that world, its reality and the promise it yet held for me. The shudder in my bones vanished. 

"I would not presume that if I were you. I, I have a number of women who would be pleased to introduce your son to the joys of heterosexual sex. If she is not appropriate...."

"Oh, no, I told Crowley I wanted a blond woman, a woman as different from me as can be. He recommended this woman. He said, he said she was built to...uh, for sex, for making love."

I could not help it. I laughed. I doubt Crowley ever said "making love" in his blunt life. "I imagine that you heard his voice and imagined I would look like he sounds. Trust me, he looks just like he sounds." I smiled, increasingly at ease before her sudden and charming unease. I felt both pleasure and amazement. "Very much like you, looking as you sound, I mean." 

Mrs. Grayson smiled, gently. She switched off the phone and lay it down on the table. I did not reach for it. 

When she did not speak, I did. 

"I have several other women who would be available, perhaps not immediately, who are different from you. An Indian woman who could offer a belly dance that would seduce Buddha himself. A Japanese woman, in form only, inside she is all American and sounds like it if she wishes. Or I have a access to a wondrous redhead but, uh, she doesn't like flying." 

Mrs. Grayson tapped the phone. "No, oh no, she is perfectly fine. Better than fine. She, I fear she is too beautiful and he will never believe she is interested in seducing him." 

"I am sure he would get over that."

"I cannot have him know I arranged this. I..."

Her hand still lay over the phone. I reached out and patted it, feeling her firm, cool skin. The contact raced through me, tingling from fingertips to cocktip in a New York minute. 

"I am sure he would be mortified. I would be, if it were me. Once you have gotten a bra or two off, the anxiety changes and you can focus on what was underneath it, the bra I meant. I believe Mrs. Simpson could manage to seduce him to that point in a weekend." 

"Tonight?" 

I pulled back my hand. "That is fast." 

"It is a holiday at his college. I have plane reservations and a hotel. I gave him a package to pamper him. He never lets me do anything for him but this once, he let me. I want to do more, a little more." She moved the hand from the table to cover her mouth. "Oh, my, is this a good idea? It is hardly a small thing I am plotting." She suddenly seemed genuinely mortified by her own conceptions. 

I waited, not speaking because I had no thought at all. I did understand my opinion did not matter so expressing it would contaminate the moment. 

"I told him I had to be gone this weekend and he was going to go back to school but I got him to agree to spend his weekend at The Rotunda. I have her booked to arrive tonight. He likes to prowl places late at night, after the crowds are gone. I thought, I think she could find him easily and pick him up. Is she that way? I mean...my goodness, you said Mrs. Simpson?"

I nodded, aware aliases were usual. Not my girls, I thought. "Yes." I counted on Crowley to be able to stalk stalkers and put them back in their boxes with some lingering reminder to leave my girls alone. 

"She's married? I mean what does her husband think...?"

"Do you want the details? I have them." 

The food arrived and while the meal unfolded, she stared at me. When the wait staff left, she sat looking at me. Finally she nodded. 

"I want to know everything. I, I am having second thoughts about whether this is a good idea or not." 

Where to start? What to tell, what to leave out? 

Finally I launched into the telling of how I came into possession of my Holdingsfield women. I recounted seducing Valerie, then Liza. I mentioned Vidya but then found myself engaged in a detailed description of Eve Sawyer and her adventures with Swallow, Shallow I mean. Before I finished eating I was telling about the Sawyers. By then, I had explained the terms of the contracts. 

Something about her made this woman easy and luscious to talk to. Unburdening myself to this sensuous stranger felt risky and that made it exciting. I, I truly had no designs on her body though I was flushed with lust for her. I had not even considered her as anything but an object of art I could gaze at but never touch, like a Monet in the National Gallery. I had the money to own such things but I had consciously avoided it so they remained special and distant. I could still draw near to them and they would touch me, an experience I lost with ownership. I smiled to myself, with the Holdingsfield women it was just the opposite, I was touched more by ownership. So Mrs. Grayson seemed to me, forever beyond consideration, beyond my grasp and out of my reach. That made me shiver with appreciation and desire. 

It seems absurd but that set of mind allowed me to relax. She was older than the women of Holdingsfield and that seemed to reassure me and she was an active listener. The sensual content of my speech did not seem to rattle her. She listened and asked for details till I found myself describing having sex with Shallow in the elevator, then over the back of the car. We both laughed together. 

We had dessert and I told her about Mrs. Simpson, how I had had her the first time, my mind on Vidya and how Jennifer came to be living in my house. We had port with the flourless chocolate tort and it blended the tastes together with the presence of this woman. 

I had just begun discussing Jeri Lewis and her conundrum when Victoria laid a hand on my elbow. 

"I, I am fascinated but, but I have the flight for five, for Jennifer. Perhaps, perhaps we should arrange that before you go on?" 

Her gentle reminder of the nature of our meeting goaded me out of the flush of my story. My cock was hard with memory, filled to the erotic rim. "Of course. I..." I was about to offer her the chance to meet Jennifer when she interrupted me, voicing my own thought. That thrilled me itself. 

"I would like to meet her, if that is possible. We have a little time. It is nearly one-thirty. Can she be ready to go in time?" 

"Of course." I got the check and she let me. We stood waiting for my car and I suddenly felt the vital strangeness of her presence, suddenly willing to leave with me. 

"I, I have to tell you something about Mrs. Simpson. I, I am in a bit of a conundrum and I think I should tell it to you. I, I think it will make her careful and unsure and that, in a woman, sometimes makes a young man confident." 

Mrs. Grayson laughed, a full laugh that shook her. She was still chuckling when she entered the car from the other side. "A young man? Just how old are you, anyway, Mr. Gale?" 

"I am under thirty but old enough to order wine." I said. 

She chuckled again. She waved a hand at me as I maneuvered into traffic and turned the leased Jag towards home. Home. What a concept. 

I told her about Jennifer, in very minimal terms, John Sawyer's role and his three part story about what he wanted and how he thought to put his wife beyond my lustful clutches. I told about the reason I put the cameras in my own house, blaming Jennifer for it all because she was so eager to be offered to a virgin son. It was Jennifer's fantasy to be a virgin boy's first encounter with pussy. 

"That is why I think this will work out for both of them." 

Mrs. Grayson agreed. On her agreement, I called Jennifer and told her to get ready to board an airplane as part of our Virgin Services. She squealed and hung up on me. 

"But there is something else, something that makes you reserve judgment on the wisdom of this." Mrs. Grayson made it sound like a statement, not the question it should have been. 

I nodded. I told her what the cameras saw. We pulled into the development as I finished recounting the story. Mrs. Grayson listened the whole time but when I turned off the car in front of the house she just sat staring out the front of the car. 

"Still think this is a good idea?" I asked. 

She snapped out of her reverie and looked over at me. "I, yes, of course. I think Mrs. Simpson is the perfect woman to seduce Clayton. I, I just, I am aroused by the idea that you can seduce these women and keep them in thrall to your..." she laughed nervously, "...to your cock." She looked at me like she had just sprayed spit on my glasses, aroused and apologetic at the same time. 

I had stopped in the circle drive, assuming that I would be taking Jennifer to the airport and Mrs. Grayson back to her hotel. "We best get going. Time will be short."

"Call her a taxi." Mrs. Grayson said. "I, if you don't mind, I would like to spend a little more time with you." She looked at me and smiled a bleak smile that mystified me, though I don't know what I expected from a woman arranging her own son's seduction. "You are easy to talk to and it seems that you are sexual beyond your years. Youth is not being wasted on you, young man." She nearly giggled. 

The delight laced in her voice felt like approval and invitation pending but as yet unspoken. I had hope and it buzzed in me like and unanswered phone. 

I called the taxi, thrilled at this change of plans. That done, I got out of the car and walked to the front door. I noticed the red bra as soon as I rounded the end of the car. It was hanging by a shoulder strap, a steak knife though it, stuck in the wooden door, pinning a piece of paper and the bra strap to it. I stopped before it, staring. 

Mrs. Grayson laughed. "Does this happen to you often?" 

I pulled the steak knife loose and tossed it into the shrubs, folding the bra cups into each other, holding it in one hand. The paper was folded three times. I opened it and it read, "I'll sign your contract now, tonight." It was signed, "Cassie." 

Cassiopeia Angorra, I knew the name. One of the women of Holdingsfield had taken matters into her own hand. I opened the door and stepped into the foyer. I saw Jennifer standing on the stairs. Her face was streaked with tears.

"Oh god, Mr. Gale, Joshua, I, I..." She burst into tears. 

I consciously left the door ajar behind me and moved towards Jennifer. She dissolved completely as she rushed down the stairs, a cataract of weeping, tears, and shivering blond. She buried her face in my shoulder, ramming into me with her plush agony. Before I could speak, it all gushed out.

"He came while you were gone. I, I have been trying to tell you. I am so ashamed, so, so, so...." She could not finish but shook with new sobs, pressing her face into my chest. 

Behind me, I heard the door close softly and I knew I had a witness but dared not look away from Jennifer for she would surely feel my inattention. I feared such a breach of etiquette would unhinge her. 

"What is wrong? What, what is the matter?" Despite the fact that I had a clear idea of what the matter was, I thought it far better to ask then to sympathize too quickly. Confession is good for the soul, so the saying goes.

Jennifer hitched and grunted as she regained control of herself, her face scorched with pain. "I, I fucked him. I did. I mean, no, he, he came in the night, while you were gone. He, he grabbed me from behind and whispered that he was going to fuck me, that I was going to come like I had never come before. He demanded that I tell him to stay...and I did!" Her voice ran up the register again and new tears flooded down her cheeks. 

I held onto the woman, strangely aroused, but confusedly so because I thought I could solve this problem but had little idea about what Jennifer's reaction would be. At this point, I still assumed she was overwrought about having been assaulted in my house. That I thought I understood. 

"Joshua, I am so sorry. I, I told him to stay. I, I begged him to fuck me. I, he grabbed me and tied me and blindfolded me and then asked me to beg for it, to be fucked till I orgasmed. And I did...!" Her voice again descended into whining sobs. "I did! Both!" She clung to me like wind tore at her and threatened to carry her away to Oz or some place far more horrible. 

"Jennifer, Jennifer..." I soothed as best I could, then hit on the precisely correct way to halt this cataract. "We have company, Jennifer, please stop crying." 

She seemed not to hear over powered by her own internal drama. "I, I have to tell you, I have been so ashamed. You, I am yours but, but I, when he, when he took me, I came, oh god, Joshua I came so hard and so often. I felt, I felt like electricity ran through me. I was terrified but he asked so nicely and when, when, when he said he'd go unless I asked him politely to, to, to fuck me, I did. Oh Joshua, I liked it. I, I am so ashamed, I wanted him to fuck me. You had been gone a week and after your accident, I was so aroused and I, I, god I wanted him to fuck me and when he did, I came and came and came and now, now all I dream about is him fucking me, taking me from behind and on my back and I was tied up and all I could do was feel his cock sliding into me and his lips on my boobs and his hands, his hands were everywhere but I feel them always on my ass while he fucked me, ramming his cock into me, and I, I, I liked it. I loved it!" She finally ran out of breath and gasped for air, sounding like a physical cock blocked her rather than the rush of her confession. 

The woman shuddered and finally I realized it was not with revulsion but with a curious sense of guilt I had not comprehended quite yet. Jennifer pushed me back, looking up into my eyes. 

"Mr. Gale, I came with him. I wanted what he did to me. I dream about it and wish, wish for it! I am so ashamed! I have betrayed you. I am yours and when another man came to take me, I gave myself to him without hesitation, pleading with him to give me what I had reserved for your control, for your dispensation." She shuddered.

Dispensation? I hardly knew what that word meant and this blubbering blond was bandying it around as though...I let that thought skip away. I was saved though. 

Jennifer suddenly stiffened. "Oh! Oh my!" She exclaimed, her eyes over my shoulder. "I am so sorry, oh my god!" She hid her face in her hands and backed away from me. She turned to flee upstairs but I caught her by the arm. 

"Stay. Stay. I have to show you something." I glanced back at Mrs. Grayson. "This is Mrs. Victoria Grayson. She, she is here to purchase your services. She, she wants you to seduce her son." 

Jennifer went still. She lifted her face. She looked at me and then she was weeping piteously again. 

I looked back and Victoria. The woman rolled her eyes and shrugged. 

"Jennifer? Jennifer?" I asked, real concern in my tone. The blond woman ignored me. "Jennifer, stop weeping this instant!" I said resorting to a hard, tight voice. 

She twitched once, her body jerked as if she'd been physically struck. She lifted her head and straightened her shoulders, pushing her breasts out to me. With only a couple more gasps, she stopped weeping. 

"Do I need to delay the flight?" Mrs. Grayson asked. 

I considered for a moment. "Are you packed, Jennifer?" 

She nodded, tears still rolling down her face. She licked her lips and nodded again. "I can leave soon." A hand swept tangles of blond hair away from her face and she dabbed at her cheeks with a tissue. "I must look awful." 

Mrs. Grayson said the perfect thing. "Keep that look, my dear. My son, he is a gentle soul and will respond to a woman in distress." She took out her own phone and showed it to us. "This is Clayton. He is a distressed virgin and I want you to seduce him into your bed. You present condition would be perfect, at least useful in such an endeavor. If, I mean, if you feel up to it?" 

Jennifer looked from me to the woman and back again. "You mean, you mean you will still let me, let me go? Even though, even though this other man..." 

"...made you come?" I finished for her. For a moment, I considered showing her the film of her illicit fuck, but something told me to leave well enough alone. Her distress, it seemed stemmed not from being attacked but from enjoying it, not from enduring a rape but from betraying me by coming with a man who took from her what only I should have provided.

"Is this what has made you so morose lately? You felt upset that you came while you were being raped?" I could not keep the incredulity from my voice. 

Jennifer's face registered shock. "I was, I was raped?" She shook her head. "You aren't angry? You aren't going to put me out, send me back to my husband and never fuck me again?" 

I shook my head immediately. 

She threw herself at me, crushing me in a hug then kissing my neck and chin while she humped her pussy against my leg. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! Mr. Gale, I am your sex object and I swear I will never come with another man, ever!" 

I pushed her away and slapped her across the face. The woman could not have looked more shocked. She touched her red cheek, my hand imprint on it. "I order you to come every chance you get when I give you away, when I sell you to be used. When you come, when you thrash in orgasm, you validate that man inside of you. I forbid you to avoid orgasms with other men." I felt foolish, like I was parroting some stupid line out of a porn story. 




A Fucking Investment Ch. 14



Jennifer looked shocked but then she looked past me at Mrs. Grayson. Slowly she nodded. She suddenly bowed her head. "I understand, sir." She whispered. "I have, I have been morose and I deserve to be punished so you are sending me away." 

I grasped her by the chin and lifted her face. "I insist that you orgasm with Mr. Grayson. Clayton Grayson is his name and Mrs. Grayson has provided all you need to engage him. But you are running short of time and must be ready to go in half an hour if you are going to make the plane!" 

For a moment no one moved. 

"My dear, don't fix your make up. That look, beautiful and distraught, it will attract men to you like nothing else. My son, he would love to comfort a lady in distress." Mrs. Grayson's voice warbled with amused eroticism. 

Suddenly, Jennifer's posture stiffened again and she snapped erect. "I am no lady, ma'am, I am a sex object!" 

Mrs. Grayson chuckled behind me. "Once he gets your bra off, be that. Till then, though, you must be the perfect lady. Lure him with purity and then drown him with your lurid instincts." 

"You best finish packing. The taxi will be here soon." I said. 

Jennifer's eyes pulled from Mrs. Grayson, flickering with curiosity and arousal. She found me with her blue eyes and nodded. She flew up the stairs. 

I turned to look at Mrs. Grayson. "I am so sorry. I, as I explained this is a complicated matter and she seems to be in the middle of this emotional tar pit. Would you care for a drink? I would." 

She did and we drank in a comfortable silence while Jennifer rattled around upstairs. She came downstairs before the taxi arrived. Mrs. Grayson reviewed her plan and arrangements. Jennifer became more animated as Victoria explained to her the situation and her wish and demand for services. When Jennifer looked too happy, Victoria slapped her.

"You are in distress, fleeing a husband who does not want you any more, who does not understand you, sexually. No giggling, girl!" 

I don't know if Victoria intended to fit her situation to Jennifer's but she did, very nicely. Jennifer nodded very somberly, a new hand print matching mine on the other cheek. When they finished and she had packed away the folder with details to review on the plane, Jennifer looked at me, a question in her eyes. 

"What? What do you want?" I said, a bit more harshly then intended.

"I, uh," her eyes darted to Mrs. Grayson. 

"Don't mind me, dear. I know what you are thinking. Please, I'll have another drink and observe your abilities." 

I was confused but then suddenly hopeful that I understood. 

Jennifer nodded once. "I, I want you inside me before I leave. I want to suck you and then have you enter me from behind. So, so I can feel that while I travel." Her voice quavered. 

Suddenly I felt on the spot. This woman whom I had only just met and fallen in lust with was about to watch me have sex with the sex object she purchased from me to seduce her son. Oh my gracious, how things had gone far afield from the American Gothic. I nodded, suddenly clicking into a commercial mode I felt confident with and comfortable in. This was a preview of my services for Mrs. Grayson. God, I felt like the interns interviewing for positions in my company must have felt meeting me the first time. Given both my position and my experience, this revelation merely increased my confidence and thus my arousal. 

I nodded. "Suck me, Jennifer."

She grinned brightly and got to her knees. She carefully unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my slacks. As she drew the zipper down the length of my cock, I felt Mrs. Grayson behind me. I wondered if she'd move around so I could see her but she remained a presence at my back. It would have been de classe to look around to see if she was watching, so I had to imagine that woman, a woman I felt a voracious hunger for, watching me as another woman sucked on my cock. Imagination served well. 

Jennifer's fingers exposed my cock and a moment later her lips kissed the end. Her tongue swabbed around the helmet and then she pressed her mouth onto it, filling it with my cock and taking it deeper. She sucked hard and I felt the erotic thrill singing a new anthem in me. 

She took me deep, sealed her lips, sucked hard till she seemed to be fitted tightly onto my cock, one with it, but just at that moment, a horn honked out in the drive. Fuck me! 

Jennifer did not seem to hear. She continued to swallow around the end of my cock, blowing and snorting as she fought for air. I pushed her away. She looked up at me, hurt creasing her forehead, but then the taxi honked again and she understood. 

"I'll tell him to wait. Finish. Give her what she wants." Mrs. Grayson whispered. "But just two minutes." She moved past us and out the door. 

I helped Jennifer to her feet and she moved over to the table and bent over it, lifting up her pale green, straight skirt. She said nothing as she assumed the position. Her hands gripped her ass cheeks and held them wide, pointing her ass and pussy at me. 

I shuffled over behind her and touched her pussy. She was dripping. A line of liquid ran down her right thigh. 

She giggled. "I am going to smell of sex the whole way." 

I inserted my cock into her, pushing through the slick, smooth tightness of her pussy till I was pressed against her full ass, filling her with my cock. 

"Oh thank you, Mr. Gale, thank you!" She gasped, her whole body shuddered and shook. Behind us, the door opened and I heard Mrs. Grayson's heels on the foyer entrance and then the dull whisk of her footfalls on the carpet. She came over and stood right beside us. 

When I looked at her, she was staring down at our conjunction.

"Don't come in her." She said softly. "I, I hope my son will take the opportunity to taste a woman before she is soiled and I want her to taste purely female so as to not confuse him." 

Her voice, her proximity and her eyes almost ruined my ability to comply with her request. I groaned and withdrew from Jennifer's pulsing depths. She groaned in unison with me. I stepped back from her bent body and after several heartbeats, she let her ass relax, moving her thong back into place and covering her ass with her skirt. She stood up. She turned, her eyes glittered. She slipped into my arms and kissed me full on the mouth, a quick, deeply passionate kiss. She broke away, but grasped my dewy cock with her hand. 

She looked around.

"I took your case out already." Mrs. Grayson said. 

Jennifer nodded, picked up her purse and carry-on and walked out of the house. 

Now, imagine you are in the presence of a woman for whom you felt immediate lust, who seemed fully willing to accept you as you are, a horny little devil and she shows no intimidation about your oozing desire to strip her naked and fuck her royally. Now, imagine you are standing with your trousers around your ankles, your underwear at your knees and your cock hard, glistening with the lubrication of another woman, oh and it is achingly erect...imagine that and you will have a small sense of my condition at that moment. 

Mrs. Grayson, bless her heart, looked me in the eyes for a moment then looked down at my raging hardon and despite herself, she smiled a secret little smile that told me whatever she was thinking, I'd never know it. Then she silently turned away to the bar and fixed herself another, third drink. 

I took that opportunity to pull up my pants and put my junk away. She turned and pointed to the red bra discarded and forgotten on the living room floor. 

"What about her?" 

I found it curious that she referred to the bra with a personal pronoun. I liked that. I found the paper where I had stuffed it into my pocket and took it out and opened the one fold. "Uh, I have some business to attend to. I, she, she says now, today or I lose my chance." 

"At her contract?" 

I nodded. It seemed odd to have this woman who stood on the other side of the demarcation line from me and my women, so aware of what was happening in our little enclave. I felt free and both lightheaded and lighthearted. 

"If you will excuse me, I need, I need to do some things." I felt the pressure in my chest to seduce this classic beauty but the bra and the note together with Victoria's full knowledge drove me to take care of business first. She seemed at once involved and warded from being included in my acquisitive endeavors. 

Indeed, I had not addressed the issue of cavorting with customers; in general that was bad policy but then again, if I fucked Mrs. Grayson, she could hardly claim confusion about the terms of our conjugation. Yet I had no idea if she was even interested. She felt warm but still had that perfectly coiffed indifference that created an intergalactic distance, just like, I reflected, Eve Covington. The similarity coddled my hope to have them both. 

I adjourned to my office to complete Mrs. Angorra's contract and print it out. Never let pleasure interfere with business particularly when it is the business of pleasure. I had not met Mrs. Cassiopeia Angorra so this was going to be both introduction and seduction. The interviewing kiss followed by the consignment fuck would seal the contract. I had finally figured out that carrying thousands of dollars worth of cash around was bulky and foolish. I had had Crowley set up accounts with cash cards for each of the women of Holdingsfield. All they had to do was sign the signature card, take it to the bank and they had access to their cash. I had a base amount in each account and would adjust it as they negotiated. This also gave me de facto control of their withdrawals, which would prevent profligate spending of my investment by relieved and rescued damsels. I reflected as I completed the details of Mrs. Angorra's contract, that I would soon have need of Liza's expertise. 

The thought of the gorgeous red head spun my cock back into arousal. I sat and fought for breath for a moment before rising to go serve Mrs. Angorra with her contract, interview her and consign her to a life of commercial sexuality. 

Somehow I had forgotten Mrs. Grayson. That seems crazy but I did because the business of pleasure was rapidly becoming the business that pleasured me the most. 

At the door of the house I suddenly remembered her and thought I should find her, embarrassed that my once towering lust could be so easily defrayed onto another object, another sex object. I felt vaguely guilty at classifying this incredible woman with the women of Holdingsfield, as a sex object but then it occurred to me that she might find that at least amusing if not actually intriguing. Mrs. Grayson was exploring the house. I found her in one of the guest bedrooms. When I opened the door she was standing at the side of the canopy bed, something Sharon had installed, pink in all areas from the dust ruffles to the canopy and bedspread. The room seemed like a big pussy to me and made me feel small and surely that explained why I generally avoided it.

Mrs. Grayson turned around, saw me and sat on the bed. She lay back, presenting her body to me, her knees pressed together in the conservative skirt. Her breasts bounded against the silk blouse, revealing themselves as she stretched her arms over her head. 

I took the action to mean something utterly innocuous and said so. "I, I have some business to finalize. I'll be back in a few hours. If you want, we can have supper when I finish or I'll take you back to the hotel now." 

She sat up. "I have been thinking about your situation. You are off to make another fucking investment, yes?" 

I nodded, mutely aroused.

"I wonder, I wonder how this woman would feel about an observer? How would you feel if I accompanied you, you know, to just watch?" She smiled that secret smile again. "I mean, I would just watch, while you consummate your contact with her." 

"You mean contract, right, consummate my contract?" 

She shook her head, smiling a rich, voluptuous smile. "Oh no, I meant what I said. I presume you will have sex with her, I mean, that is the contract, right?" She shuffled off the bed and stood up, turned to show me the shape of her ass, the fine lines of the stockings on her perfect legs, while she stared down at the bed, as though wondering what stories it could tell. I noticed for the first time the lines on the back of her stockings, like the old silk stockings before seamless nylons took over, pushed out of the culture by parachutes and war.

"Well? Are you going to fuck her?" When I didn't answer, Victoria turned back around and stared at me. "What is the matter, young man? Did you think a woman who was interested in buying a woman to have sex with her son would be some repressed bundle of nerves unable to say pussy and fuck in a sentence without blushing? In fact, I am none of those things but I am, I have..." Now she hesitated, coloring. She got conscious hold of herself and smiled warmly. "I have been a long time without sex and, and it seems to cloy around you like an aura. I am basking in it and if you don't mind, I would love to tag along and watch while you...er...do what you do with this, Mrs. Angorra, is it?" 

An audience? My god, the idea raged through me. Side by side, I wondered at my chances. I think my brain must have been translucent. 

Mrs. Grayson smiled. "I am being provocative. I know you lust after me, Mr. Gale. May I call you, Joshua? I know of your arousal. I feel it. You are a dear to not have made a pass at me till now but if your eyes are any indication, I am in danger of losing every option. I could hardly call it rape if you took me here and now. You, you hesitate but it burns high in you, an erotic inferno. I see it in you and for a young man, you do a remarkable job of preventing your body from quivering like an hound in heat. I am thrilled at the compliment implicit in your lust but too, I admire that control. 

"You have taken no liberties and I must say you are an attractive male. I just am unsure if I should be committing to having sex with a man who is selling women. It seems, it seems obscene somehow and I am not sure I wish to challenge that sensibility." She smiled as though she had not just told me she would not have sex with me so keep it in my pants. 

She did however, agree to look on while I had sex with someone else. I did get that, intermixed with her dithering interest in being seduced. I found that to be a most interesting compromise. I wondered if there was a way to exchange the one for the the other but decided it was far better to let things continue smoothly and not break the flow After all, I reflected, she did not actually say she would not fuck me, just that she was as yet unsure. I was unclear about the certainty that a woman who could watch a couple copulate would or would not be likely to participate, if left to her own inclinations. I toyed with that thought for a moment and found no resolution so shrugged. I did, however, feel a strong curiosity, call it a compulsion, to take every opportunity to find out. 

"Mrs. Grayson, given what you are paying for Mrs. Simpson's services, I would think you could make nearly any suggestion and it would be fully in keeping with our focus on customer service to satisfy your request without reservation."

Then it occurred to me that I had no idea what sort of reception I would have at Mrs. Angorra's house. I realized I did not care. This situation challenged and thrilled me. The truth is that I was more or less convinced that if Victoria's presence frustrated my seduction of Mrs. Angorra, I could count on her to make it up to me. Wishful thinking perhaps, but nothing in her manner suggested she would turn away from me if I began to unbutton her silk blouse to reveal her perfectly luscious tits. They swayed as she moved and I fancied I felt them tickling my tongue. 

"Mr. Gale?" 

Her sensual voice sliced through my reverie, imagining her body pliant against mine. I focused on her.

"Well?" She said, half smiling again.

"Well? Well, what?" 

"Can I accompany you on your mission to make a new fucking investment? I gather you have not met this woman and I think seeing how you maneuver her out of her bra and onto her back should be, ah, shall I say interesting? And let it go at that?"

I held up the bra still in one hand. "I think we are a bit beyond that."

Mrs. Grayson stared at the red bra in my hand like I was holding a coiled snake. When she looked at me her eyes were wide but frank. 

"So? Shall I say it out loud? I want to watch you take this woman. I want to see her consumed by your sexual conflagration. I am asking if I can, if I might, if I may be allowed beyond the parameters of our present transaction. Is, is that too much to ask?" 

My mouth ran away from my more cautious brain. "No chance you will join us?" 

She smirked but not unkindly. "A contract for me? No chance." 

I think my face must have exhibited my chagrin, both at my incautious question and her unequivocal answer. Still, some rational part of my brain still assiduously at work noted that she had not really answered my question and that served to offer me hope when I should have had none. Her kindly manner, bemused though it was, echoed that rational hope. So I hoped. 

She spoke. 

"You are going to have sex with a complete stranger because she needs your money. I have no need for your money but, dear man, I am also a complete stranger." She smiled and then sobered. "Well? May I accompany you? An auditor, perhaps?" 

I shuddered. I considered the situation. If Mrs. Angorra rejected me, perhaps I would show my maturity, elan and poise in a difficult situation and Mrs. Grayson might reconsider her rejection of a pole dance with me and my favorite pole. On the other hand, if Mrs. Angorra ended up on the end of my pole, then perhaps Mrs. Grayson would be so enthralled as to be drawn into the moth-eating fire and I'd have two women with whom I was not acquainted when I woke up this morning. It was not much of a conundrum but a condition of the best sort, good for me either way. I grinned to myself then sobered, back in the room and under the cool gaze of my newly appointed auditor. 

"Yes, of course." I grasped at the straw of her continued presence and the allure of having her eyes on me while I rutted between Mrs. Angorra's parted thighs. I had pictures of all my subjects and had some passing familiarity with those thighs and, as with all of the women of Holdingsfield, there was robust pleasure to be had there. I resolve to have it. 

By the time I approached Mrs. Angorra's house, I was shifted out of the pussy intoxication into a more commercial sexual state. I realized I had no idea how Mrs. Angorra would respond to a woman of Mrs. Grayson's deportment looking on while I pillaged her pleasures, one at a time for her benefit and mine. 

Halfway there, my phone rang. It was Jennifer. She was panting. "I just made my plane. I, I got to thinking, how long do I have, I mean to seduce Mr. Grayson?" 

I passed the phone to Victoria. "Stay till you either ride him to ecstasy or become convinced you have no chance at all. The room and all amenities are on account so give that no thought. Yes. Yes, of course. Whatever you think he will do and enjoy. Of course. That is one of the benefits of consorting with an older, more experienced woman. Draw your own lines, my dear. He has none drawn but that does not mean he has none. That may be part of the joy of finding them. Of course. You are welcome. Okay. I'll convey that to Mr. Gale." 

She handed me the phone. "She says she is indebted to you and she will do whatever you wish of her. Always." Victoria smiled a skeptical smile. 

We walked on. The Angorra house was the most homely of all of them. It had been built last because the Angorra's had been last to sign on the dotted line. The crash was crashing about everyone and the board had apparently bent the rules, considerably, to allow them entrance to the enclave. They wanted the cash desperately and the Angorra's presence testified to that desperation.