2 comments/ 23983 views/ 3 favorites A Nice Little Arrangement By: Bazzza On the 22nd of February 2005, fifty three year old, Irish born David Hennessy committed himself into a mental institution. This monumental act was not because he was nuts or suffering from any mental illness, but was only to escape the long arm of the law. David Hennessy had been on the wrong side of the law for the majority of his life. Most of his activities involved the expert laundering of illegal funds for various crime families for which he was well rewarded. David first came to the attention of Special Agent Simon Castairs some years back when raising funds for the Irish Republican Army. It was unfortunate that Special Agent Castairs had a deep loathing for the IRA and the carnage they caused, and once his sights were firmly set on David Hennessy, nothing was going to deter his determination to bring him to justice. At first David was amused by the attention that he was getting from the law enforcement agency and it soon became a bit of a game, a sort of fox and hound challenge. But David underestimated Special Agent Castairs resilience, and even after the IRA had practically withdrawn from their armed conflict, Castairs doggedly pursued his quarry at every opportunity. As the aged special agent neared his enforced retirement age, Castairs made it known that his final claim to fame and grand finale would be to put David Hennessy behind bars for a very long time. As a reward for his long and outstanding contribution to law enforcement, the powers to be gave him carte blanch approval to target David Hennessy one last time. With copious amounts of resource made available to him, Special Agent Castairs set about his last assignment with ruthless efficiency. And with good reason, David began to get very, very worried. Informed that Castairs was now armed with substantial evidence, David knew that he was close to having charges laid against him. He considered a number of options like fleeing the country, there was even some talk about putting a contract on the special agents life. But in a moment of inspiration, he came upon the idea of committing himself into a mental institution. David knew that Special Agent Castairs had less than a year before his retirement. If he could just stay out of his clutches until then, the heat would then disappear. Now, the thought of a year in a mental institution wasn't particularly appealing, but it was far better than a fifteen to twenty year stretch in a state penitentiary, which was exactly what he was looking at. So David, with the help of friends, family, a friendly doctor and psychiatrist, became mentally unstable. For a period of a few weeks, David delivered numerous characteristics that would suggest that a committal was required. When Special Agent Castairs found out that his quarry had entered the Monterey Mental Institution, his rage dumbfounded the team of agents whom had known him as the gentle giant. Castairs knew that he had been duped, and he knew what the game was, he knew that David planned to hide there until he had retired. But as hard as Special Agent Castairs tried to prise David from his sanctuary, he was thwarted by the army of people protecting him. His only success was to have David's passport revoked to ensure he couldn't leave the country, and now all he could do was to sit back and watch for any opportunity to bring the whole escapade crashing down around his corrupt ears. The Monterey Institution had been chosen by David for several reasons. Firstly the institution was a six hour drive from the city, and it would take the law enforcement agencies substantial investment and effort to keep a good eye on David. Secondly, the large one hundred year old building was set in beautiful park like grounds; even the high walls were covered in clinging plants to hide their presence. It would take great imagination to pretend that Monterey was any sort of a resort, but it was a far cry from a small cell with cold steel bars. But the most important reason was that the owner of the institution, Kenneth Bliss was going to be extremely well compensated for providing private and secure accommodation for their new patient. The fact that Mr Bliss's substantial gambling debt would also disappear was just an added bonus. David was allocated large self contained rooms on the top floor and away from the other patients. In fact, it was supposed to be live in accommodation for a staff member. He installed a number of creature comforts, like a king size bed, two comfortable leather chairs, a large screen TV with associated satellite technology. He had an internet connection installed so that he could browse the web, something he was now addicted to. He also brought along a laptop for business use, but without web capability for obvious reasons. The laptop had been fitted with a device that would clear all of the drives if the correct password was not entered ten seconds after booting up. David settled into his comfortable incarceration with ease, he enjoyed his own company, and was well rid of the stresses of his normal business life. For emergencies, he had an untraceable pre-paid cell phone that would be discarded after it had been used once. He shunned all other business communications such as e-mail which could easily be monitored by Castairs and his cronies. To keep up his façade of diminished mental state, David attended his group and one on one counselling; he had been well versed in what to say and how to act. He managed to avoid all patients with the exception of Edward Minter, a large man suffering from bi-polar and a number of other psychological problems. On his good days, Edward was a brilliant chess player and David fancied his chances of beating him. Little did he realise, he would never have that pleasure. The many staff at Monterey were caring and pleasant, and David was treated with both courtesy and respect. He never quite knew how many if any, were aware of the conspiracy, and he didn't care to inquire. The food was good and plentiful and David didn't have a worry in the world, so long as he could keep Castairs and his associates at arms length. Twice a week, his trusted right hand man Jesse Shoals would make the long drive to Monterey to discuss business. These discussions were always conducted in different places to avoid any electronic audio monitoring. Most times, an encrypted computer memory stick containing business information would change hands quickly and discreetly. David's only disappointment in the whole arrangement was that his wife Christine had decided not to play ball when it came to his conjugal rights. They had been married twenty five years, and while it was no longer a passionate love affair, it was still a strong marriage. Their two children had long since flown the coop and the parents had since lived alone and happily together until David had made the move to Monterey. The intention was that Christine would travel down with Jesse for a little erotic enjoyment, but to David's annoyance, Christine wasn't interested or prepared to spread her legs in a strange bed within a mental institution. In fact, after a couple of visits, she'd decided not to make the trip at all, and nothing David did could change his wife's mind. David was angry, as his wife would no doubt be expecting to continue her high life with an endless supply of credit on her bank cards while he tried to protect his hard earned assets. Was it too much to ask for her to travel to Monterey and part her thighs once or twice a week? Apparently it was. For David, the thought of no sex for a year was inconceivable, for he was a man who enjoyed the company of women and the lustful pleasures of their flesh. He was a good looking man, dark haired and strong physically. He was by no means a saint, and in his earlier years he had many extramarital affairs. But as the years passed, he tired of the secrecy and the complications of them; and the constant desires of the other parties of wanting a more permanent relationship. He then dabbled with call girls, but even though some were truly beautiful, the lack of emotions during the acts eventually turned him away from their favours. For the last few years, he'd found himself being faithful to his wife Christine, it hadn't been intentional, but it was more the fact he couldn't be bothered chasing other women anymore. His Christine was still an attractive woman as she approached fifty years of life. She was tallish, long legged and curvy, in their early years of marriage; the sex had been rampant and satisfying. But with children, it had become less important and even after the children had left, the sex had never returned completely to its previous glory. That was until David had stopped playing away. It was then that some of the spark returned as he became more attentive and affectionate towards his wife, and things had been looking good until his move to Monterey. David knew that he would go crazy without sex, but he had to remain clear headed while he waited for Special Agent Castairs to disappear from his life. If Christine wasn't going to play ball, then he would look elsewhere. At first, he considered call girls, but trying to smuggle the girls into Monterey was one problem, but the major consideration was that they could never be trusted to keep their mouths shut. If they were willing to sell what was between their legs, they'd also be willing to sell information about David, and Special Agent Castairs would no doubt have access to substantial funds to obtain just that sort of information. He just couldn't take the risk. Jesse, now David's only friend, fully appreciated his boss's dilemma, and after some deliberation came up with another of his good ideas. Would any of the female staff at Monterey be interested in earning extra cash for a little regular hanky panky? There were a number of reasonably good looking females who would fit the bill, and David was getting less choosy as the weeks passed him by. And it was here that things sort of went wrong, but in the right kind of way. After a little investigation, Jesse approached a young lady named Sharee who worked as a nurse at Monterey. Sharee was a pretty and large breasted brunette solo mother; her husband walked out on her a few years back and left her to struggle financially and emotionally with two children. Jesse followed her to a supermarket and asked her for a coffee. Sharee, who'd spoken to Jesse on several occasions previously while on duty at Monterey, felt comfortable enough to accept. Over a coffee, Sharee listened to Jesse's proposal with some surprise, a gift of two hundred tax free dollars for each time she climbed into David Hennessy's bed and made him happy. Jesse mistakenly took her silence as a gesture of interest, and carried on explaining that there would be nothing kinky, just plain old sex. To escape the situation, Sharee smiled politely and said that she'd think about it over a day or two. Unfortunately for David and Jesse, Sharee was a lady of high morals and fortitude. Sure, she was desperately short of money and life was tough, but the thought of selling her body was inconceivable. Initially, she considered saying nothing about the lurid proposal, but thinking that other females at Monterey may be at risk, she reported it the head nurse Jules McBride. Ten minutes later, Jules was knocking at David's door. He invited a clearly agitated Jules into his modest accommodation and asked her take a seat. She stared at David with a mixture of anger and nervousness, for she knew that this wasn't going to be easy. "Mr Hennessy, it's been brought to my notice that one of my staff has been propositioned with a view to providing sexual favours." she suggested with authority. "It's unacceptable and against all company policy for my staff to have any sort of relationships with patients. To do so will result in the immediate termination of their employment. Do you fully understand?" "Err, yes." replied an embarrassed David. "Furthermore, the safety of my staff is paramount. Also I will not tolerate any inappropriate behaviour towards them, is that clear?" "Yes, it is. But do you have any real ugly nurses, I mean really ugly?" he asked humorously. Jules stared at David with conviction, but the glint in his eyes and the smirk on his face wore her down. "Well." she replied while trying not to smile. "I've a couple of big tough male nurses, they're ugly enough. You're not gay are you?" David pulled a face, "Nope, but if I stay in this place long enough without a little female company, I might get there." Jules couldn't help but chuckle, "Nope being a nurse I can assure you that it don't work like that. Once hetero, men usually stay hetero." He wiped his brow with mock relief, "Boy, am I glad to hear that." "Look Mr Hennessy, I've been told to look after you by not bothering you and keeping out of your way. I'm not stupid, and I, like others around here, think you're just hiding from something or someone." "Best you don't know." David commented quickly. "Look, I'm just a normal hot blooded male. Being cramped in here without female company is a little difficult for me, but I don't want to cause problems by bringing women in here." "But, aren't you married?" "Yes, but it isn't exactly working out, if you know what I mean." "So, basically you want to have sex with my female staff?" "Yes, but it would be worth a couple of hundred bucks each time. Know anyone who wants a little extra pocket money?" he asked humorously. "Look Mr Hennessy...." "Please call me David." he chipped in. She sighed, "Look David, I won't let my staff do anything that I wouldn't do....." "Well, that's one idea." he blurted out. "Really, Mr Hennessy, I mean David. That was inappropriate." But David stood his ground and grinned mischievously at her. She glared back at him realising that he was trying to take control of their discussion and put her ill at ease. She then decided to call his bluff and grinned back at him. "Well, I could sure use an extra eight hundred a week, reckon you could get it up four times, or are you just all talk?" "Err." "We're about the same age don't you think? I reckon that I'd give you a run for your money." Jules moved away from the windows and stood provocatively in front of David and began to undo the buttons of her white dress. "Would you like to see what's on offer?" David stood in pure amazement as she held his eyes, her fingers moving downwards undoing each button. He took in a deep breath as the wide shapeless dress was slowly opened to display what was beneath. Jules knew that David would be impressed, for her body was in very good shape. She'd always been a dancer, from her early school days where she studied ballet. Then she became a cheerleader before moving to modern dancing. Even through motherhood and the later demise of her husband, she kept herself fit with aerobics and a few years back had joined a dance club to enjoy the physical Latin American style. She loved to dance hard and her body had stayed firm and toned. And here she now stood, dress open displaying her attributes to a man for all the wrong reasons. "So, what do you think?" she asked. David stood speechless at the sight before him. Her skin was clear and faultless, a no nonsense white bra supported her substantial breasts. Below, her waist was narrow before flaring outwards over her broad hips. White high waisted panties covered her pussy, but a faint triangle of darkish curls could be made out through the flimsy material. Her desirable thighs were full and round, and David was all but tempted to rush over and run his tongue over them. "Well, am I worth two hundred a jump?" Jules asked knowingly. "Shit." "Well?" she asked again while closing her dress. "Are you serious?" he asked. "I might be under the right circumstances." "Which are?" "Confidentiality, respect and just a little passion, and a nice cock to play with." she added. "Sure, no problem." "How about stepping out of your pants, I wanna see what you got first." she asked. David quickly undid his jeans and let them drop, then pushed down his boxers, his cock was nearly erect. "Mmmm, not bad." she commented. "I hope it gets harder than that. You'd best show me." Jules grinned as David promptly took himself in hand and began to stroke himself, within seconds it was standing perfectly rigid for her inspection. She could feel her own arousal as she took in its size. Cocks weren't exactly pretty things, but she quite liked a nice hard one. It'd been a fair while since she'd had the satisfaction of one inside her, and maybe it was nearly time to do just that. In front of her stood a rather fine specimen; nice and thick with a large circumcised head. She liked a wide girth rather than length, and this would fit the bill perfectly. But one mustn't appear to be too eager, she reminded herself. "Mmmm, not bad. Shirt off, I like a nice chest too." she requested. David removed his shirt and stood buck naked as Jules walked around him with all the expertise of a farmer looking over potential breeding stock. "Well, maybe I could manage it." she commented unassumingly. "Two hundred a time, in cash?" "Sure." "No rough stuff, and if I wanna stop our little arrangement, I don't want any repercussions." "Agreed?" "Okay, I'll try you out on a trial basis." "Right now?" he asked hopefully. "No, not right now. I'm working." she replied while doing up the buttons on her dress. "I'll come back after I've finished, maybe after eight." Jules laughed at the disappointed look on David's face as he stroked his cock, "Don't worry, I'll come back, I promise. No wanking after I've gone. I want you in good condition." Seconds later she was gone, and David got dressed wondering if all his dreams had come true. Just in case they had, he spent the next hour tidying the place and changing the bed sheets in readiness for Nurse Jules return. At six thirty that evening, Nurse Jules stood in front of a mirror adjusting her makeup. She'd spent the last hour deciding what to wear, should she wear a dress or a skirt, or maybe jeans, what would be best to be seduced in? In the end she decided on a simple grey top and black jeans finished off with little leather ankle boots. She had struggled somewhat with what was about to happen, but the truth was she needed the money. Things had been hard since her husband had been killed in a freak accident at work, sure, the insurance had paid off the mortgage, but she still had to live. She had used all her savings and more on a recent holiday, but on her return, the transmission died on her car and she was now in real trouble with repayments. Being on salary, she had no way of increasing her pay check with the exception of taking on another part time job. Her rostered days and hours were all over the place, and it would be near impossible to pick up regular part time work. But here was an opportunity to clear her debts, that's if she could live with herself. She'd taken three lovers to her bed since her husband had left her life, each time she'd been taken out to fine eateries to be wined and dined beforehand. Was this so much different she asked herself? Instead of being fed, she would instead be taking cash for her favours. The fact that David Hennessy was a good looking man helped; and she probably would've agreed to go out with him if he'd asked under different circumstances. She was a passionate and sensual woman who craved being taken to bed for a little loving. Even during her married years, when things were a little rocky, she'd still sought her husband's attentions, for he was a good lover and knew how to push the right buttons so to speak. Jules examined herself critically in the mirror; she stretched her skin tight on her face with her fingers and wondered how much a face lift would cost? But at forty eight years of age, she couldn't really complain too much. A few years back, she had gone to a high school reunion, and without being bitchy, she had weathered her years a lot better than some of her other counterparts. Her oval face was still pretty; her once long hair had now been cut short to fit in with other women her age. She knew men still looked at her, and being hit on by younger men was always a treat even though it didn't happen quite so much these days. A Nice Little Arrangement At seven thirty, Jules began the drive to Monterey armed with a bottle of red wine for courage. While she knew that the electronic gates that controlled all access would record her arrival and departure, she hoped that it wouldn't be noticed by management as being anything untoward. On the positive side, management would be used to seeing her around even when she wasn't officially on duty, as she put in many additional hours. By the time she entered the gates, she was nervous but aroused at the same time. It was strange driving somewhere on the pretext of having sex, it was something she hadn't done since a teenager. She grinned to herself while imagining being seduced and all the fun that went with it. Inside his room, David waited with great impatience. The thought of having sex with someone new had raised his heart rate, and he'd paced the floor as he watched the clock move ever closer to eight o'clock. He jumped when there was a light knock on the door, and then raced to open it, and grinned when he found Jules waiting. "Got us a nice bottle of red." Jules commented as she entered the room. "Hope you gotta cork screw." "No problems." he replied moving to a drawer and producing a Swiss army knife with the required cork screw attachment. He opened the bottle and half filled two tall glasses, his meagre accommodation didn't run to wine glasses. "You look different." David commented as he handed Jules a glass. "Do you like the nurse's uniform better?" she joked. "I can put one on if you like." He laughed, "Nah, it's not necessary. No, I mean I've always seen you dressed in white. You look just great how you are." "Thanks." she replied with a grin while moving to one of the leather chairs. David sat down opposite her, and their eyes met as they sipped their wine. "Just for your information, I've never done this before." Jules said. "If I wasn't just a little attracted to you, I wouldn't be here. While it feels really wrong, I need the money." "I appreciate that. Look, for me, money's no problem. I'm more than happy to pay for your company. And you'll keep me sane." "But I feel like a prostitute." David grinned reassuringly, "Let's not mention money again. Why don't we treat this like a date, and before you leave, I'll just put the cash in your bag." "That'll work." "Fine, no more talk about money." he reiterated. "What if I'm no good in bed?" she asked. "I might not be worth it." David laughed, "I think you'll be very good in bed." "Really?" she asked mockingly. "How'd you come to that conclusion?" "Because you're attractive and graceful, and I think you have passion." Jules smiled graciously, "Mmmm, I'll take the compliments. As for the passion, there hasn't been a man in my bed for the best part of a year. So you might be in for a rough ride." "Oh, how I love a challenge. Why don't you come over here?" "There's not much room for two." she replied while getting to her feet. Jules placed her glass on the floor near his chair, and then straddled his lap facing him. The first kiss was delicate, just their lips touched briefly with little pecks; they gradually got longer, their tongues soon met and played nicely together. She leaned into him and placed her arms around his neck to hold him close, then eased her buttocks forward so that her private parts were over his. She could feel him harden beneath her, and pushed downwards to further encourage him. Their kisses became more passionate as hands began to wander over bodies; David's hands reached under her top and with some dexterity, he unclipped her bra. Jules leaned back as her top and bra were removed. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples enlarged with her arousal, she whimpered as David suckled on each one in turn. "Ohhhhhhh, that's so nice." she whispered. David's hands travelled downwards to her thighs and caressed them while his lips continued their work on her breasts. He gently stroked her thighs and up to her pussy, but the tightness of her spread jeans prevented any real fun. "Bedtime." Jules whispered as she eased herself from his eager clutches and made her way to the bed. David watched as she slipped her boots off and lowered herself to his bed, they were soon lying facing each other, their legs intertwined as their kisses continued. His hand soon wandered downwards between her thighs, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs slightly to allow him to continue his little game. His hand caressed her inner thighs and over her pussy for a short time before moving to the top button and zip of her jeans. She helpfully raised her buttocks as her jeans were peeled downwards over her thighs to her ankles where they were kicked off. She watched as his eyes took in the view of her panties, his fingers gently tracing the elastic sides before moving over her mound. His hand slipped under the front of her panties, down through her curls and between her lips. She sighed deeply as her clitoris was tweaked and twirled with, and again as a finger explored her opening before slipping inside her. Her hand wandered to the front of David's trousers and grasped his hardness through the thick material. As his finger moved in and out of her pussy, she undid his trousers and eased them downwards, her hand then reaching for his hardness to stroke it. They eventually rolled to face each other, Jules slipping the top of her panties downwards to allow his cock to slip between her thighs, and then adjusting her lips so that his cock lay nicely between them before closing her thighs tightly. Her aroused juices allowed his cock to move back and forth but the angle denying his penetration. They kissed passionately as their bodies rocked gently against each other, his shaft rubbing over her clitoris only making her impatient for better things. She rolled her panties off and rolled David onto his back, lifting a leg over his torso, she guided his cock to her pussy and eased herself downwards onto it. They gazed into each others eyes as Jules began to rock up and down on his shaft until he was fully inside her. She moved herself a little forward on his torso, and then began to move slowly up and down, her wetness emitting little slurping noises with every stroke. David ran his fingers up her thighs and toyed with her triangle of dark curls, she leaned back to give him a better look. "Sorry about the razor rash, didn't exactly have much time to prepare." she commented. "So long as it's not too hard on my tongue." "Oh, promises, promises." They laughed together. Jules allowed him to watch his cock sliding in and out her pussy for a short time before lying forward on his chest. They kissed and petted as Jules removed his shirt and then rode him slowly while his fingers played with her nipples. "You doing okay under there?" she asked. "Just fine, how're things up there?" "Very nice, thank you. You've got a nice cock, its doing a grand job." "Only cause your pussy's nice and tight." Jules laughed, "That's because it hasn't had much use lately. Hopefully, you may be able help with that." "I'll do my best." "So you should." Jules rode David contently for awhile, savouring the pleasure of a cock inside her and enjoying the skin on skin contact. Her inhibitions had gone, and she was now fully in tune with her lover. He was a good lover, a powerful strong man, but he was gentle and caring with her, his touches were with feelings as were his kisses. She slid backwards away from him and kissed his nipples and navel on her journey downwards. His cock was shiny from her juices, but without hesitation she licked his shaft clean before flicking her tongue over the large head. He squirmed as she took it into her mouth and began to suckle on him. Taking him in hand, she began to work him slowly with hand and mouth. Jules looked up into his smiling face and gave him a wink, and got one in return. Jules liked giving her lovers blow jobs; she enjoyed the power of making a man erect and keeping him that way. She liked to feel the pulsing and the hardness of his arousal as her tongue worked the eye and the glands to ensure his pleasure. She removed David's cock from her mouth and examined it closely. It was rock hard and as straight as a ruler, the veined shaft thick enough to deny her thumb and fingers to touch. The glands beneath the large head were lighter in colour than the pink above and below. The head much thicker than the shaft was perfect in shape for licking, just like a coned ice cream. She lowered her tongue and traced the edge of the head before flicking it over the crevasse leading to the eye above, and took great satisfaction as he moaned with pleasure. "Don't you cum yet." she ordered. "You ain't finished by a long shot." "Turn around and let me lick your pussy." Jules obliging swung her body around and carefully placed a knee over David's face, she then lowered herself into the sixty nine position ready for a licking, there was a little adjustment of body parts before everything was in the right place. David gazed upwards at the enticing sight before him; her wet triangle of curls was perfectly dissected by pink full and glistening lips. Her large, pink clitoris protruded from between them, and above, her opening was dark and elongated, her shapely inner thighs smooth under his touch. Placing a pillow under his head, David began to flick his tongue over her mound. At first he tackled her clitoris by sucking it into his mouth and tormenting it with his tongue; he then pushed his face between her luscious lips and pushed his tongue deep inside her. He noticed Jules stopped sucking his cock as he worked her, her hand only spasmodically stroking him. He flipped Jules onto her back and kissed his way up her thighs before slipping his tongue between her lips. While David enjoyed a good sixty-niner, he much preferred to lick a nice pussy in this position, where his partner could lie back comfortably and selfishly enjoy being pleasured. While his hands caressed the outside of her thighs, his tongue busied itself teasing her clitoris, from time to time he would change tactics and suck each juicy lip into his mouth and suckle on them in turn. Jules, in turn showed her appreciation by squirming and moaning as he worked, her juices now flooding from her and leaving his face a wet shiny mess. "How about fucking me some more?" she eventually whispered. David eased himself up over her body, his cock finding its own way inside her wetness and sliding in to the hilt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Jules moaned as she wrapped her legs around his buttocks. She ignored the taste of her own juices and kissed him passionately as he began to ride her. She squirmed and rocked her buttocks against him as he began to pound into her with powerful hard thrusts. For a good minute, he rode her without respite, their bodies slapping noisily together. "Mmmm, you're quite good at this." she whispered as he began to slow down. "My dad always told me to be the best I could whenever I did something." Jules laughed, "I bet he didn't mean giving girls a good time." "Oh, I dunno. My old man was always randy according to my mum." "Must be a hereditary thing." "Could well be." "I'm kinda hot and sticky. How about a cool drink?" she asked. Jules watched with some humour as David climbed from her and the bed, and walk across the room to a small fridge, his erection bobbing up and down violently with each step. "Don't break that thing." she giggled. "I still ain't finished with it." They soon sat beside each other leaning up against the headboard while sipping on a cold beer. "Getting your moneys worth?" she asked. "Well the first hour was okay, we'll have to see how the next couple go." he replied looking down at his watch. Jules looked down at her pussy, "Hey old girl, can you take another couple of hours of that big old cock." David laughed, then leaned over and kissed her on the lips, "Don't worry, I'll go easy on the old girl." "But I might not want you to." she replied taking his cock in her free hand and squeezing it to ensure it stayed hard. Jules raised herself carefully while holding her beer and straddled David; reaching downwards she guided his cock between her pussy lips and sat down on it taking him fully. They sat facing each other grinning as she rocked her buttocks back and forth on his cock. She watched as his eyes took in her breasts and then downwards to her spread thighs. "You've got a great bod." he commented. "Thanks, but I gotta work at it, diet and exercise. The older I get, the harder it gets." David finished his beer and discarded the can so that he could toy with her body; she flinched as his chilled beer hand touched her breast. "Too cold." she whispered taking the offending hand and rubbing it between hers to warm it. "There you are." she replied after a few seconds and placed it back on her breast. David toyed with her breasts, taking their weight in his hands and caressing them, she grinned as he leaned forward and ran his tongue over her nipples. "Mmmm, I like that." "What else do you like?" he asked when finished suckling. "Dunno, most things really. Sucking, fucking and cuming." "What makes you cum?" "I don't cum every time I have sex with a guy, cock in pussy doesn't do it for me. I need clit stimulation, best is with a vibrator. My finger's second best; and a guy with a good finger comes third. But it's been a while since a guy's made me cum, usually they're too interested in their own orgasm to worry about little old me." "Well, this guy's different. I wanna watch you cum." David replied with conviction. Jules leaned forward and took his face between her breasts, she kissed him on the head and held him tight, "You don't have to; I'm still having a good time." "But I love to watch the look on a woman's face when she cum's." was his muffled reply from between her breasts. Jules laughed, she too liked to watch the facial expression of a lover as he let go. She leaned back and pulled David's legs up so that she could rest her weight on his thighs. With his cock still inside her, Jules lowered a finger to her clit and began to gently play with it. "When I'm with a guy, I like to cum like this." she commented looking into his eyes. David watched with interest as Jules finger moved over her little mound in a circular motion while her buttocks rotated nicely on his cock. "See, women can multi-task." she commented. David laughed, "Want me to take over?" "Only if you do a good job." His thumb was soon between her wet lips and being guided by Jules expert hand. "Mmmm, that's it, just like that." she whispered as she removed her hand and left him to it. Jules then relaxed and closed her eyes while her aroused pussy was being toyed with. She rocked back and forth on David's cock just a little to ensure it didn't pop out; she smiled as the first inkling of an orgasm registered in her brain. It'd been too long since she'd been touched by another person, masturbation just wasn't the same. It was real good fun having someone else to help out she admitted to herself. David's thumb worked diligently on her clitoris while his eyes took in the sight between her spread thighs. Her curls were wet with her arousal, her full pink pussy lips stretched wide around the girth of his cock. It took but a short time for her body to begin to tremble, her breathing becoming deep and erratic. She opened her eyes briefly and smiled as he stroked her inner thighs with his free hand. Placing her hands on his thighs to steady herself, she began to tremble and shake as her orgasm approached. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes, yes, yes." she hissed. Jules stopped her rocking motion and shook almost violently as her orgasm swept through her body, her frowning brow and distorted face suggesting great pain instead of pleasure. She lifted her trembling hands from his thighs and caressed her nipples lovingly as the pleasure began to wane a few seconds later. "Ohhhhhhhh my god; that was real good." she whispered a few seconds later as sanity began to return. She moved upwards slightly allowing his cock to slide out of her, taking it between her fingers, she pushed it back between her sopping wet pussy lips so that the head protruded through her curls. Leaning forward, she stretched her body over David's and kissed him passionately for a few seconds. "You're a real dirty bastard, you know that?" she whispered in his ear. "I've never cum that quickly before." He laughed, "I take it that the dirty bastard comment's a compliment then?" "Oh yeah, you could say that." she replied slipping down his torso and taking his cock in hand. Her lips were soon suckling deeply on the head as her hand stroked him. He could feel her tongue working the rim around the head and glands and squired under her assault. "Whacha wanna do now?" she asked. "Wanna cum yet, or play around a bit longer?" David rolled Jules onto her back and mounted her, her hand guided his cock to the required position for entry, and with a gently push he slipped easily into her. Placing her legs over his shoulders, he leaned forward and began to punish her with long hard strokes. "Gawd." she groaned under his assault. For the best part of a minute, David showed Jules no mercy as he pummelled her with hard noisy thrusts. Her face turned visibly red as she weathered it while muttering a few indeterminable groans. "You okay?" he asked. "Oh I'm fine; it's just the old girl down below that's getting a bit of a fright. Too much inactivity I reckon." "I might still be able to do something about that." Jules grinned, "Mmmm, I'll take it under consideration." David lowered her legs from his shoulders and pushed them flat onto the bed, the angle of her pussy changing from one of easy submission to one of tightness. His lips toyed with her nipples before travelling upwards to her mouth as his cock slipped back and forth inside her. "How about cuming inside me?" she suggested while wrapping her legs around his buttocks. They held each other tight as David began to settle into a rhythm. For the last hour, he'd been trying not to cum, but now he had to concentrate hard to try and accomplish the act. It was something he could manage easily when he was a younger man, now age was taking its toll. They kissed and petted with passion as David began to work towards his ejaculation. "Jeeez, this is good fun." Jules muttered as she moved eagerly under him. David worked tirelessly as his excitement mounted, and eventually he sensed that pre-orgasmic splendour, his cock felt like it was going to burst with the pressure a split second before he ejaculated. Jules recognised the signs and pulled him in tight with her legs while rocking her pelvis up and down against him in encouragement. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuck." David groaned as he emptied himself into her. Jules smiled as his warm seed filled her pussy, for she loved the finality of it all. The ability to excite a man enough to commit him to the ultimate sexual act should never be underestimated by a woman. She held him tightly as he relaxed heavily on top of her; she kissed his neck and nibbled his ear lovingly as the tension drained from him. She could feel his cum leaking from her and raised her legs a little to minimise it. "I'm making a mess on your sheet." she whispered after a while. "How about letting me up so I can do something about it?" David rolled from between her open legs and watched as Jules rolled from the bed with a hand under her pussy, he smiled as she sprinted for the bathroom. He stroked his flagging cock as he listened to the water running in the bathroom, and a short time later Jules returned to the bed and snuggled in close. They lay quietly content for a time, each deep in their own thoughts. A Nice Little Arrangement "Don't let me go to sleep." she whispered after a while. "There'll be questions asked if my car's parked outside all night." But the warmth of their post orgasmic embrace let their defences down and they soon slipped into a light slumber. Jules stirred and knew that she'd have to go home before she fell asleep. She reluctantly eased herself from David's embrace and rose from the bed. Sensing his eyes upon her, she smiled while easing herself into her clothing. "Are you sure you can't stay?" he asked hopefully. "Not if you want to keep our little arrangement a secret, its best that I go." "So we'll do this again?" Jules looked over and smiled, "Yep, it was good fun. It's been a while since I've been laid like that. I think we can make this work." David got out of bed and retrieved an envelope from a drawer; he then walked over and slipped it into Jules handbag. Jules frowned uncomfortably, "I'm not sure that I can take the money, it doesn't seem right. I really like you, and what we did was for fun. Money shouldn't be involved." David took her into his arms and kissed her, "Don't be silly, for me it's a small price to pay for my sanity. I don't want to discuss it and I'm not taking it back. I really enjoyed what we did too, and I wanna see you again real soon." She grinned up at him and kissed him before extracting herself from his embrace, "I had a good time too, but I really gotta go." Jules picked up her handbag and headed for the door; she turned, smiled and blew him a kiss, "See you soon." As the months flew past, their relationship grew stronger. The sex was still important to them both, but often they sat and talked over take-away meals that Jules provided. They watched movies and concert DVD's. Jules taught David to dance, it all started as a bit of a joke when they were fooling around during a Rod Stewart concert. But David enjoyed Jules closeness, and under her expert guidance she made a dancer out of him. They laughed and joked, and spent many hours in bed together enjoying each others bodies. Each night Jules left with her little envelope, even though she'd sorted out her earlier financial problems, as much as she tried David wouldn't budge on their little arrangement. In March 2006, Special Agent Simon Castairs officially retired from the FBI. David watched with much concern trying to gauge whether there was still any interest in his apprehension and prosecution. But with all the other problems of the corrupt world in which they all lived, David had slipped under their radar screen. He waited for another week before arranging his release. Now deemed sane and well, David drove through the gates of Monterey for the last time and back into the land of the living. He found his home empty, only a letter from his recently departed wife waited for him. It informed him that she had another man in her life, and all contact would be through her lawyer. David wasn't surprised, since he'd cut her credit card limit in half after she'd withdrawn from any contact, things hadn't boded well for the relationship. For the next few weeks, David partied hard with friends, he drunk, gambled and bedded women while getting his business back in order. Initially, the sex with young beautiful women was exciting, but it was soon to be realised that it was without passion or feelings. His thoughts began to shift towards Jules, and he found that he missed her intellect just as much as her warm supple body. It was a cool afternoon that Jules decided to do a little clothes shopping, with a handful of clothing bags, she sauntered along the busy street gazing into shop windows. At first, she took no notice as a large black Chrysler sedan pulled alongside the kerb and stopped beside her. "Hey lady, can you dance?" came a familiar voice. Jules grinned and stepped to the Chrysler's window. "Why sir, would that be vertical or horizontal dancing you'd be asking about?" "Well, lady, "I reckon a little vertical dancing would suffice, I'm not very good at the horizontal stuff I'm told." "Sir, this must be your lucky day. I'm told that I'm quite a good teacher of the horizontal dance. I'm quite happy to give lessons." "Could I interest you in a ride home?" "Why sir, my mother told me never to get into a car with a strange man, can you be trusted?" "Nope." came the answer. "That's good." Jules replied getting into the car. "I hate boring men." They gazed into each others eyes, their hands meeting across the middle console. "I've missed you." David said. "I've been thinking about you too." Jules replied. "How about I treat you to the best restaurant in town?" Jules looked out the windscreen for a few seconds as if in deep contemplation, "I'd rather fuck first; then you can take me wherever you want." David laughed loudly, "Your place or mine?" "Don't care, just drive quickly." was her reply.