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The Night Manager

By: xtcnymphette



Chapter 1: Studies in Nymphomania

For some ten years now as a research psychologist I had studied and documented cases of what may have been termed nymphomania or extremes sexual appetites of women. During my doctoral research I discovered hundreds of cases that were easily linked to borderline personality and narcissistic disorders often traceable to physical and sexual abuse. Amongst the scores of cases a few might more simply have been attributed purely to a kind of sexual athleticism- these women were simply highly sexually attractive and extremely good at sex and enjoyed their power over men and the success of their virtuosity. These women came to my attention simply because they were concerned about the frequency and intensity of their sexual appetite in a world where monogamy reigned supreme one man was seldom enough for them.

During my early studies I had one case referred to me by a doctoral student who I had supervised who under hypnosis told an incredible tale of the most extreme sexual appetite I had ever encountered. Candice was the first real nymph I had encountered. Before her even the women with extreme sexual desires faded into normality and what unfolded in my subsequent research, which seemed like fantasy, introduced me to a world of unbelievable sexual desire that has lay hidden from us mere mortals for centuries perhaps longer.

Fairytales and myths from across the nations of the world mention nymph like creatures as youthful, sexually provocative and desirable fairylike creatures. The Greeks had nymphs that inhabited rivers and mountains. Enchantresses who lured men to their doom using their feminine charms are abundant in folklore even the misogynous notion of covens or groups of witches who used feminine magic to transform their victims pervades the myths of most cultures. Whilst the kinds of creatures I have described seem more part of Grimm's fairytales than 21st century reality I have discovered that many of the characteristics described can be found in the Nymphen creatures I have studied this last few years. Whilst I know you will be skeptical of what you read here I can assure you that it has been pieced together very carefully from evidence gathered from my own personal experience and from countless interviews with men who have experienced these women and one very frank diary maintained by a nymph. So please for a short time suspend your disbelief and let the stories that follow provide a description of the lives of nymphs. You may find as I have that even if theses tales seem unbelievable that you would like to believe that these women exist and that you may be lucky enough to meet one as I did. 

Before I begin this story I should provide a few simple facts about nymphs.

Firstly it goes without saying that they are all exquisitely beautiful women. Not necessarily super model or porn star qualities although I suspect that many nymph women work in these industries but they are without exception stunningly attractive in body and facial features with alluring personalities and blinding intellects wizened by their apparently long or immortal existence. Most are perhaps several hundred years old and yet we only ever see them as youthful women somewhere between sixteen and thirty-six. I assume this is because peak sexual attractiveness is between these ages and for this reason Nymphs regenerate roughly every 16-20 years. My guess is that the older they get the more intensely and frequently they need to 'couple'. Coupling is the source of their power and very existence and like all animals need food, drink and air to survive Nymphs need the energy from intense orgasm and the sustenance of male semen to regenerate their cells.

For the first two years of a nymph's life she can and generally does remain a virgin learning in this period of time how to use her enchanting body to tease, tantalize and generate extreme desire in men. I assume also that the nubile girl learns how to use her new body in a sensuous theatre of allure. She learns the intense pleasure and extreme bliss of postponing gratification of sensuous kissing and touching, of heavy petting and masturbation. Once her virginity is given though she evolves into a voracious sexual animal who craves men in every orifice and sucks the energy from them in a series of lustful and intense orgasms that leave them exhausted and tired like they had just completed a marathon but more sated than they could ever imagine possible. 

The secret to sustaining sexual contact with a nymph is her own sexual juices. The mere scent of it smeared on her lips and touching yours awakens overpowering desire to touch her and explore her sensuous body, it is a most powerful and compelling love potion. Direct taste of it fuels desire and seems to increase the girth and size of a penis whilst her pussy juice is further energized by her own intense orgasms which provides the energy to sustain long periods of intense and pleasurable sexual activity. So as long as a man eats her delectable pussy and laps at her abundant honeyed ambrosia a mortal man can survive several days of wild and exciting sex with her. He might not remember when he awakens and he might feel physically experience something like a hangover afterwards but all the evidence I have found so far suggest that the loss of memory is part of the hypnotic effect or enchanting nature of the liaison. Nymphs have used this to maintain their anonymity and the secret of their identity. They have of course used this to influence and gain great wealth and power, something that hundreds of years of organized practice and accumulation have brought to them.

Lastly, you should be aware that because they have lives where their identity needs to be protected and kept secret and because their early virginity and youthful period could not function without support, Nymphs live in groups, sometimes playfully called covens although these are perhaps more like the sexy young witches of the charmed television fame than the ugly images of fairytales but with a more X rated underside. They often exist in groups of three consisting of a young recently re-generated virgin or nubile, a twenty something vamp and a more mature woman whose age appears to be late twenties to early thirties. Often the hair colour and size and shape spans the list of male fantasy desire from the petite to the slender and buxom. The coven functions as a unit that attracts men to fuel their desires as well as an unbelievably effective business enterprise that generates income to maintain their extravagant lifestyles and the secret of their existence. The rights of ownership and property are matrilineal and will appear to pass from mother to daughter or aunt to niece.

The following story came to me from a man an Afro American man called Gabriel who had known a Nymph through three regenerations and fallen hopelessly in love with her, had become her lover twice and came to me for therapy and I uncovered his bizarre story in a series of hypnotic recall sessions. I will try to re tell the story as a narrative in the order it emerged to me and add in additional information drawn from my own experience and observations. 

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Chapter 2 Ascending into Heaven

Gabriel rewound the tape once more. He never tired of looking at it. Never tired of looking at her. Everything about her was heavenly even her name 'Angel Honeydale'. The young woman on the screen kissed an older looking man at her doorstep, the kiss was longing, passionate and inviting what was to come. One of his hands cupped her breast through the flimsy white silk halter that held them tightly clenched in a perfect cleavage, the nipples showing an outline through the sheer silk fabric. 

How many times had Gabriel stared ardently at her sumptuous breasts with lust that touched him to the core? They were small and exquisitely shaped like an adolescent, even now in her early thirties. They had always been perfectly proportion with their firmness defying gravity even as a willowy teenager. They were simply perfect, firm and sculpted to fit a man's hands, they certainly fit this mans hands as he fondled them eagerly. Gabriel had seen her gorgeous tits peeking over low cut tops and cupped by captivatingly lacey bras that accentuated their perfect shape and clenched them into a luscious cleavage or separated into discreet mounds of delight with thick nipple as and penny sized aureoles outlined in her exquisitely sexy clothing. Sometimes when she wore a tight sweater you could see their delectable outline. For close to twenty years Gabriel had watched her leave and return to her apartment, which she shared with two other stunningly beautiful models. There was no doubt that from the first moment he saw her and spoke to her that he was hopelessly in love with her.

The man on the video slid his other hand under her short skirt and was caressing her sweet sexy ass and she lifted her leg and spread her legs as he pressed urgently against her. Her long shapely legs with creamy silken skin and sensuous thighs revealed themselves as her dress rose up scooped by his eager hand. Her pert ass was begging his attention. Angel had the perfect filling for the teen jeans she modeled and her succulent legs only seemed to get sexier as she got older. Angel was facing the security camera that scanned the door to her penthouse apartment her legs spreading around the man who was pressing against her urgently. She smiled and Gabriel knew that at this point she had unzipped his cock from his pants and guided it towards her wetness. Gabriel could not see from this angle but the man must have entered her and was fucking her against the door. Angel looked even more divine as the pleasure spread over her face and her hands and mouth buried themselves in teasing him further. For fifteen minutes he pounded her and the looks of orgasm that filled her face provided Gabriel with fantasy material for his own masturbation.

Gabriel was an interesting character. He was an intelligent, gentle and strong Afro American man in his late forties. He came from a strict religious background that equated sex with the devil and despite his sophisticated intellect, his sexual growth had been stunted partially by his over zealous evangelical family and partially from the experiences he had had as a teenager with girls. Gabe was a big man! And what hung between his legs was enormous, he was huge, and despite several opportunities to move from heavy petting and experimentation with girls all of his early experiences with girls led him to the conclusion that he dare not put his cock inside anyone for fear of hurting them. A couple tried and cried and when the succession of fearful partners became too frequent Gabe simply used his strength and gentleness to avoid contact with women. All women except those at the place where he worked as a night manager. 

Almost twenty years ago, an enchantingly beautiful woman with a French accent who owned the expensively renovated high-class building had hired him as Night manager and security and given him a generous salary and a luxurious ground floor apartment. The job suited him he studied philosophy and theology and did some volunteer work for his family community and lived a solitary but comfortable existence in The Honeydale towers. Monique, the French -woman, had lived briefly in the penthouse now occupied by Angel and two other fashion models. He thought that she might be Angel's Aunt or a relative as there was something familiar about her and some of the stylish grace and beauty that he had come to adore in Angel. 

Gabriel became obsessed with Angel and his love for her grew so violently that his job as night manager filled more and more of his time. It wasn't that Gabriel was not ambitious but he felt that this job and the generous salary package allowed him a great lifestyle and after twenty years in this place it felt like home. He felt needed and that his role as protector and security guard was worthwhile while the job allowed him time to read and study. He also spent more and more of his time in watching and dreaming about her. She occupied his waking fantasies and reality and his erotic dreams, and since the security cameras had been installed he viewed them constantly for her image, watching her and the other women coming and going. Watching the constant flow of men into their apartment. Watching them leave looking exhausted, with glazed vacant looks sometimes days later and occasionally like this video catching them on the cameras in the act. The two other women seemed less discreet than Angel. Gabriel had seen so much X rated tape of Candice and Felicity screwing and seducing men in the elevator, on the doorstep of their apartment and around the rooftop pool area where the cameras were located. Occasionally in reviewing daytime footage he caught film of them in action at 'business meetings' in the conference room. Wealthy businessmen dissolved in ecstasy, enchanted by their ample charms and were treated to thrilling sex with them bent across board room tables and chairs clad in scintillatingly body hugging business suits that were pealed seductively from their breathtakingly beautiful bodies revealing their seductive lingerie clad bodies. Gabriel could have made a fortune he thought selling them to porn market but he dutifully erased them it was his job. Except for those that had Angel in them, these he kept and replayed when his desire for her became overpowering like it had at this moment.

Gabriel watched the older man fucking Angel on the doorstep of her apartment he became aroused. This was his only fantasy. He imagined it was he who was pushing his cock inside her willing pussy, him exploding inside her and him who received the encouraging cries of "Fuck me hard! And "Ooooooh yes my darling cum in me" that he had heard when doing his late rounds passing the penthouse apartment. The security system had been put there five years ago and Gabriel delighted in some of the scenes it had captured with three delectable young women living in the apartment block. The cameras were part of his job and he took his role as protector very seriously. As he jacked off to the video his mind swept back to when Angel had first arrived as a wild young teenager. Scores of ardent admirers escorted her to photo shoots and took her out on the town. She would return from parties in the early hours of the morning with the other two girls and flocks lecherous men who fawned over her and fondled her trying to get her drunk so they could take her. Gabriel ever watchful always escorted them away or accompanied her to her room so the guys would not harm her. Angel had asked for this protection. He remembered her first meeting with him when she said,

"I'm only sixteen and this is my first time away from home so will you be my big brother and tell some of these guys to go home if they don't get the hint from me."

Gabriel was twenty-six at the time and he could still recall how she made him feel, the child like excitement in her voice and her enthusiasm was so infectious no one could help feeling special when they were in her company. She seemed to give people 110% of her attention and made them feel special. Scores of men and women alike must have fallen in love with her. Here was Gabriel at that time a twenty eight year old virgin with this fragile but provocative sixteen -year old who was frightened that her over attentive male companions were going to take her before she was ready to give herself willingly and legally. Angel had kissed him sweetly and gently like she might have kissed a father and he felt every sense tingle. He had call to assist her on several occasions each time earning him the same goodnight kiss. He had forcefully ejected several men who were close to rape by the time they had her in the elevator. One had torn her clothing from her in the doorway of her room not unlike the man in the video but much more violently. Gabriel had arrived just in time to save her as her panties were ripped from her body and the guy was about to force himself onto her. 

Gabriel had grabbed the guy roughly and pulled him off her as she shivered in fright and cried. He picked him up and threw him down the stairs then ejected him from the building returning to Angel to find her still crying in the doorway her dress ripped open at the front and her panties dangling from one leg. He picked her up and opened the door and carried her inside the apartment and gave her a robe, made a coffee for her and stayed with her until she slept. He crept away from her sleeping form swearing to devote his life to her. She had kissed him sweetly on the lips in thanks, Her kiss seeming somehow less daughterly tender and more seductive.

That was a long time ago and virginity, at least for Angel wasn't something she maintained beyond the age of consent and sex something she avoided in fact as the video showed Angel loved it as often and as passionately as possible. Gabriel pretended not to be jealous and consoled himself with the thought that he would hurt her with his huge cock and his love for her, his adoration was more spiritual than physical love made more pure by this view. As pure as his reasoning was each time he watched the video he drifted off to the sensation of the kiss she had given him that night and it was thoughts of this that always made him cum. So it was tonight, his huge cock began to throb as he gazed at Angel's divine face as she orgasmed on the screen his mind filled with the sensation of her kiss. His huge cock distorted by excitement. This is how he always had to fall sleep, in love and desire for what seemed like an unrealizable dream.

From what Gabriel told me in his trance I deduced that Angel had known Gabriel for longer than he even knew. Impossible as I thought it was at the time it was she who had been the woman with the French accent who had hired him. She had transformed into Angelique her younger incarnation. This was when I learned about Nymphs transformation cycles, which other sources suggested, occurred every 15-20 years. 

The sixteen-year-old 'Angelique' had become Angel the model that launched the 'Teen Angel' women's lingerie products. Her seductive combination of a divine petite physique and angelic innocence proved an effective campaign with her exquisite young body exhibiting seductive silk and satin underwear that became the 'must have' undergarment for millions of teenage girls and young women. The photography screamed of sexy and desirable bodies but warned of virginity and purity a look but don't touch campaign that fueled the fantasy of men across the globe and made Angel one of the pin ups and dream girls for boys who eagerly thumbed through their sister, girlfriend's or mother's lingerie catalogues.

Angel herself maintained her 'desirable but unobtainable virgin' image for two years during the long and highly successful advertising campaign. Gabriel 'protected her through it, but it was not long before the temptation and her hunger for what she was born to do consumed her. Gabriel could see from the recording how much Angel loved the first moment when an over excited cock split her folds and stretched her super tight cunt walls apart and slid deep inside her. She loved to feel a man's balls slap her as she writhed ecstatically. Angel lived for each cock inside her. The power of her existence came from overexcited men exploding inside her delectable pussy, her delightful ass and her pouting mouth. For a nymph, cum provided the elixir of her immortality and the energy of their mutual orgasms energised the transformations that made her so attractive, that made her live eternally. That was why she resisted fucking until a man was totally enchanted by her. Angel had sensed even then how much sexual energy Gabriel had and she craved it even as a teenager. She resisted and she urged the other to girls resist it too. It would be child's play for any of her sisters to seduce him and suck him dry. Angel was saving him for something special and that time was fast approaching.


The Night Manager



From my calculations, Angel's body was technically in its mid-thirties and due for regeneration. She was the 'the house-mother' that chaperoned the two other girls who shared the fashionable penthouse suite, the red headed Candice and the tall buxom brunette Felicity through their own engagements with men. She had built up a highly successful business preying on rich horny older men, running a highly success multi national lingerie design and modeling agency and investing her profits wisely under the guidance of ever eager to please business advisors and investors. I gathered from my observations that the procedure for changing required an enormous amount of energy and planning. A whole life had to disappear without a trace and another begin and Angel busied herself for a few weeks with the preparations.

Part of those preparations involved lawyers and accountants and the pair of middle-aged suits that arrived at midday to meet with Angel Gabriel recognised visited regularly when one of the three women left and another younger woman arrived.

Angel had been a very successful designer when she stopped modeling and she was about to release a whole new range of products. Over the past few weeks she had spent increasingly more amount of time at her apartment. In fact she had barely left in weeks. The two the girls continued to bring men home and they would leave sometimes days later looking exhausted and vacant. I guessed that as Angel aged her appetite for men became more and more urgent. She needed more intense and frequent encounters to maintain her alluring body and fuel the impending transformation and the other girls dutifully enticed men to the apartment for her, as he had done for them when they were undergoing their transformation. 

Gabriel escorted the lawyer and the accountant to the conference room adjacent to the apartment. He had been instructed to witness some documents. He had done this several times before for the other girls. Each time it had involved the witnessing of documents naming the replacement. He stared down at the name that headed the birth certificate and passport; 'Anastasia St Sine' the surname was familiar being the other half of the St Sine-Honeydale Enterprises (SHE) that owned the building the company and a considerable group of subsidiary investment holdings. Gabriel knew this meant Angel would be leaving to be replaced by the girl whose documents he was witnessing and his heart sank like a stone. No one could ever replace the woman he had devoted his life to!

'"Thank you Gabriel!" Angel said in her cool businesslike tone. " I'll come to see you later this afternoon I have something to discuss with you." 

Gabriel saddened by the thought of losing her nodded and left the room wordlessly. He returned to his office and immediately switched on the security camera monitors for the conference room. He wanted to see her, needed to see her and tears filled his eyes as he watched her doing nothing more than reading and signing papers with the two men who leered lecherously at her. But it was not their looks that fired the jealousy that filled him but the fact that once she had finished signing the documents she rose from her chair and began unbuttoning her white silk blouse looking at both men with such wanton desire that he could tell they were both shivering with excitement. Gabriel fumbled with the sound to hear what was going on, the conference room was bugged for sound as well as CC-TV. Angel removed her blouse revealing the cherry red silk halter bra that clasped her splendid tits into a delightful feast of cleavage and round sensuous flesh. Gabriel joined the men in their salivation at this sight and shook in anticipation as she unfastened her tight skirt and peeled it to the floor. One man rushed to hold her and kiss her whilst the other sank to his knees behind her and began to kiss her breathtaking naked ass cheeks and bite at the fine silk g-string that wedged between the sumptuous curves of her buns. 

The sound track was a mass of moans and breathless groans. The accountant in front had unsnapped her bra and was fondling her tits while the lawyer in the rear covered her ass cheeks in wet urgent kisses and lapped at her pussy in long stokes that spread her wetness from her pussy to her sweet hot ass hole. Each moment he reached it he would slurp loudly and lance his tongue inside it like a greedy child trying to lick the last droplets of flavour from a sweet sticky jar.

In front on the monitors Gabriel watched Angel expertly remove his pants and begin to fondle his cock and balls while he kissed her with increasing urgency and wildly fondled her beautiful tits. 

"Make me cum, I'm so horny for you." 

She began kissing him excitedly as his dexterous fingers moved below to dance across her ever-dampening panties. Her own fingers traced teasing outlines with her fingernails over his bulging cock. She sighed breathily and circled his throbbing cock with her free hand, wrapped her fingers around his cock and began masturbating him. He was hopelessly excited as her expert fingers stroked his cock slowly then rose to a frenzy. He reached out desperately to touch her tits and take advantage of her wet mouth as she kissed him as frantically as her fingers were moving up and down his distorted shaft.

The man behind yelled excitedly: 

"I can't resist doing this," and he covered her sumptuous ass in kisses and lanced his tongue into her ass hole and pussy as he stretched the silk string aside. Angel enjoyed the attention and immediately began moaning appreciatively. In a few moments she was squirting with excitement and cumming wildly. 

" Fuck me now!" she screamed in between squeals of pleasure.

"You know you want my tight hot asshole do me now!" She commanded through mouthfuls of kisses and breathy climaxes.

The lawyer stood up and took of his pants fast and stood behind her his cock poised to enter her and slid her string aside and teased her moist folds with the tip. Almost without thinking he plunged deep inside her pumping his over excited cock into her. She leaned forward as he thrust deep into her and kissed her sensuous neck and fondled her delectable buns with adoration an unbelievable passion as he continued to slam his cock in her. She begged, moaned, and urged him to fuck her harder and deeper with a wild and ecstatic yells. When he had brought her to orgasm and the juice of her excitement had burst like a flood around them he pulled his cock from her and guided it to her ass hole pressing his cock against her hole with a speed and urgency that was encouraged by her begging cries and sweet sexy moans.

" Do my ass baby cum in me deep." She squealed.

All the time she continued to kiss and masturbate the man in front and as she bent across the back of a large leather club lounge she gestured for him to position himself so she could reach his cock with her mouth while the man behind slammed into her hot ass like a pile driver. She took his distorted and hard cock into her mouth covering it with her lips and flickering her tongue across the bare stretched flesh of his tip and sucked hard and long until his moans filled the room joining his colleagues fevered cries. She sucked him and fondled him until his cock was throbbing so violently that he was within a hairs breadth of spraying her throat with his joy. She stopped abruptly and stood up with one cock still buried in her ass hole throbbing uncontrollably. 

" I want you both inside me" she panted. 

Carefully and quickly they moved to a large couch where she rotated so that her delicious pussy was exposed and opened her legs letting a drizzle of wetness escape her pussy and roll down her inner thighs. She pulled the man in front by the cock towards her until his tip touched her wet folds and slid off the man from behind until just his tip was inside her. His cock split her labia and began pushing past the tight folds. He moaned continuously and she felt him throb as his over excited cock pushed deeper inside her. 

"Mmmmmm you're so big for me. Fuck me make me cum. Give me your hot cock." 

As he slid his cock into her up to the hilt his balls touched her ass cheeks as he savoured the delicious sensation of his cock being enveloped by her wet tight vagina. His cock throbbed and he shivered with desire and helpless moans. She begged them both to fuck her and they began to move slowly in and out of her alternating between filling her tight ass and wet pussy the speaker filled with the sound of squelching as her pussy gushed and the flesh slapped in a relentless rhythm and was Gabriel was conscious of her moans and shivers and that he wished he was doing it to her. He wished his cock were making her cum. He wanted to feel the pride that would drive him to pound her hard and deep and feel her scream and her sopping wet pussy squirt and contract around his cock. He was surprised he hadn't cum just looking at the scene he was so horny. Both men continued to pound her, kissing her like they were possessed and fucked her hard and deep as she screamed and came repeatedly, clawing at them like an animal. 

Angel reached down to caress the swollen balls of the man in front. And he contorted himself to suckled at her nipples and writhed into various positions to fuck her again and again. 

" Cum in me fill me with your cum. Mmmmmm I want your hot cum. Fill me up with your hot cocks." 

Both men erupted simultaneously any sense of alternating rhythm was lost as both cocks were sucked inside her like a vortex, erupting deep inside both of her tight wet holes. 

"Cum in me, fill me up with your delicious cream. Mmmmmm pussy wants your cream baby fuck me ooooooh deeper oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The pleasure must have been unbearable and each man began to cum like he was having a seizure, thrusting deep inside her feeling the tightness of her heavenly cunt and her exquisite asshole contract around their cocks in sympathetic throbs, drawing them deeper. They clutched her body roughly her own pleasure looked almost divine as orgasms erupted effortlessly in short succession. Each cry of "I'm cumming" from her was followed by a contraction of the muscles that clamped their aching cocks accompanied by a generous spurt of her sweet juices. Both men had the familiar glazed look in their eyes that Gabriel had seen on so many men who had left the apartment over the years. They had simply whited out with pleasure as they exploded deep inside her, feeling each thick sticky shot like a bullet in slow motion aimed at her core as she seemed to glow from the energy of that pumped into her with each hot sweet shot each mind numbingly intense shiver evoking tremor of pleasure that swept from the men across her ecstatic body. Angel seemed to be drawing very bit of energy from them sucking them dry. They lay shivering in pleasure for nearly half an hour and then Angel removed their limp cocks from her and left them unconscious on the couch. She whispered something to each of them and then gathered up her clothes and walked across the passageway to her apartment. The businessmen awoke in a half stupor a short time afterwards and dressed and left the building in a zombified state.

Gabriel was caught somewhere between anger, jealousy and unbelievable lust. He couldn't bring himself to masturbate but the hard on that filled his pants was unyielding and relentless for the next few hours. The image of his love filled his mind almost as completely. Around 4-30 pm Angel emerged from the elevator dressed in a fashionable short white hipster skirt, showing off her sweet and adorably slender waist and the flat tummy with a cute diamond studded navel. Her silky honey blonde hair falling sensuously to her exquisite bare shoulders in an off the shoulder white fine cotton top that accentuated her beautiful tits, slender neck and face that looked young and innocent enough to still be an adolescent- petite and angelic she positively glowed with youthful sex appeal. She smiled warmly at Gabriel as he drank in her form her big deep blues eye met his and her full red lips opened to speak. 

" You know Gabriel, you don't look at me like other men do! Why is that?"

Gabriel looked shy and reluctant to answer her he knew what she meant. He looked at her like he loved her, adored her.

" Don't I? Miss Angel, I expect you get an awful lot of men looking at you. They probably just see your beautiful body maybe I get to see your beautiful soul." 

The images of the businessmen looking at her and fucking her so wantonly still consumed his thoughts and he felt uncomfortable about how much it had turned him on and filled his pants. Angel smiled and the room lit up around her Gabriel felt her warmth.

"It's true then you feel love for me not just lust. I appreciate that. And do you know it's mutual."

Gabriel was moved almost to tears, taken aback by the complete unexpectedness of last statement. They had talked about love and sex and life before on the rare occasion that she had invited him to share a coffee with her but she had never spoken so openly about their friendship.

"Gabriel, I have something to tell you and I want you to help me with something really important and I need your absolute trust and unquestioning commitment. Do you think you could do that for me?"

Angel looked deeply into his watery brown eyes and he felt like he would die for her if she asked at that moment.

" You know me Miss Angel I'll do anything for you."

"Ok, I'll call you later tonight can you lock up and come up to my apartment."

She leaned across the reception counter and gave him the kind of spine tingling kiss that he lived for, only this time he could swear it was longer and deeper than ever before. Before he could decide how much longer it was he saw her sweet ass wiggle sensuously into the elevator and disappear from sight. Gabriel rushed into the security monitor to catch her opening the door as he always did. As she began to open her door she bent over to pick up the mail inside her door and her perilously short skirt rose up over the tiny white bikini panties with gold threads and diamond studs around each leg and hip band clinging to her splendid ass. She turned to face the camera and blew a kiss smiling cheekily. The slow motion tease lingered at the front of Gabriel's mind and quickened his heartbeat. He could still taste her sweet lipstick on his own lips and feel the thrill and bristling electricity of its effect on him. 

The panties had a history. Gabriel had become an avid 'panty peeker', after all living in an apartment with three desirable models who specialized in lingerie made it difficult to avoid. Gabe wasn't' particularly interested in Angels sister Felicity's statuesque brunette beauty in underwear or the public obsession with scarlet headed Candice's exquisite buns, Though he had many occasion to see them dressed, undressed and oftentimes in the act of lovemaking. God knows there was constant procession of men to the apartment, many stayed and all emerged looking like they were in a state of bliss and exhaustion. The girls would also disappear for weeks sometimes and return from photo shoots, business trips and parties. He wasn't' remotely interested in them or even turned on by their enchanting beauty, his obsession was Angel. Over twenty years he had carefully collected every publicity and catalogue shot of her since the day he met her, catalogued and organized in albums. Angel had designed the diamond-studded panties she had teased him with during an affair with a millionaire gem merchant. He was an older man who had invested a fortune in St Siene-Honeydale-Enterprises, The business in which the girls had shareholdings and worked as models and in Angel's case designers and had come closer than any man to marrying her. There had been some scandal in the newspapers as Felicity dated his son and the board accused the company of using the models to influence the business transactions. Angel's exclusive lingerie design that combined tiny jewels, gold and silver thread, fine silk and satin was a financial and critical success which benefited both companies. The panties Gabriel peeked at in the monitor were worth $10,000 the ass that filled them was priceless he thought.

Entering the gates of heaven

It was several hours before he received Angel's call. He had spent the whole time waiting thinking about what it was that she wanted him to do coloured by the recent images of her amazing sexual athleticism and private panty display, the sweet taste of her thrilling kiss and the seductively sweet cheeky smile. She called around 9pm. Her voice was breathy and sexy as if she was touching herself.

"Gabe, can you meet me in the studio right away and put your 'away message' on and the building security on automatic. I want your full attention and this may take awhile. I hope you don't mind?"

Gabriel followed her instructions she was his boss after all. The eldest girl in the apartment block normally held that responsibility and since the French woman who had hired him there had been two other captivatingly beautiful women in charge of his employment each related to the other either sisters or nieces. He wondered what she wanted him to do but knew that whatever it was he would do it. He hurried up the elevator to her finding her waiting in the doorway of the sumptuous penthouse suite dressed in a floor length red satin robe that hugged her body like a formal gown. It showed off her breasts to perfection cupping them tightly and plunging low around the delicious halter undergarment. Held together by a single strand of shoestring silk. He recognised it from his photo collection and remembered when she had first modeled it as a young adult. He swooned at the thought of the matching nightdress and panties that he knew lay beneath. As she walked to greet him her shapely legs parted the waist high split, her red stiletto heels adding to the sensuous sway of her shapely hips. As she drew closer to him his thoughts of the sexy red nightie that lay beneath the robe were confirmed. Why was she meeting her in her nightdress? Gabe didn't care he was just glad that she was meeting him at all.

He followed her to the large studio area that overlooked the river through the large windows and led him to a lounge chair facing a data projector screen. She fiddled with a laptop and the screen sprung to life lighting up the wall opposite them. She sat on the arm of the chair next to him and the red satin robe fell away as she crossed her legs. The fine red silk parted almost to her waist and she smiled as Gabriel glanced at her alluring thighs.

" Gabe I've shown you designs before but I wanted to show you this one before I showed anyone else. " 

Angel touched the space bar and animated images of her as a teenager burst onto the screen wearing unbelievably provocative underwear. Exquisitely sexy low plunging bras, tiny bikini V, and G-string panties and nouveau punk stockings and suspender outfits in psychedelic patterns and colours. What was provocative about them was the youth of the model animated though she was.

"What do you think? I'm pitching this at a teen market. Not the kind of sexy but unattainable image they had for me but the 'I might just have already done it' look. I want them to be classy not just for the bedroom market. I think that girls will wear them so they can be seen. You know with clothes that don't cover them up. Oh and there's another dimension to them. Can you smell the perfume in the air, well when a girl is turned on you know wet they emit that perfume. You don't think they're too slutty do you?"

His head swam with whole scenario, Angel's proximity, the naughty teen outfits that were slightly taboo, the scent of her arousal that the perfumed panties declared made Gabriel's heartbeat and breath quicken. Maybe she was aroused from her masturbation before he came up or maybe just maybe it was he that aroused her.




The Night Manager



"Anything looks beautiful on you Angel. Besides even when you model provocative things you always look innocent, you know virginal. I could never call you ... you know...."

"Slutty" She giggled, "I am sometimes, when I need to be, every girl is. These animated sketches are of the new product that will be promoted by the new model that is coming in a few weeks time. She's my niece actually. That's one of the things I wanted to tell you. I'll be going away shortly to our European office and Stacy will be moving in here. And I have a new job for you as her personal body guard." 

Gabriel had suspected she was leaving but had tried to put it out of his mind. The thought of Angel leaving perhaps forever was too much to bear and his eyes welled up with tears.

"Take me with you I'll look after you... I..."

Angel smiled serenely and bent towards him and looked into his tear filled eyes and brushed them with her fingertip. 

" You really are quite special Gabe. There isn't another man alive who looks at me like you do. You make me feel so good. I want to make you feel good too, better than good. I want to show you I appreciate you, say thank you for looking after me all these years. I want to make love to you. Would you like that Gabe?'

She took his hand and kissed the fingertips then put her arms around his neck and sat on his lap. He kissed her and felt her fingers tease the short hair at the nape of his neck sending tingles through him. The kiss was long and wet and passionate but so gentle and sensuous that neither could bear to break from it for a long-time. Angel was use to over excited men whose urgent kisses and wandering hands betrayed their lust and Gabe was lost in the longest, most tender kiss he could imagine. It was the thickening presence of Gabriel's cock swelled beneath Angel's ass as she sat on his lap that became an unmistakable sign of his desire. She broke from the kiss to hear him whisper. " I Love you." And unlike the men who groped her in unrestrained lust it was she who invited him to touch her by guiding his hand to fondle her breast.

"I want you to touch me. I know you've always wanted to." She cooed and the hand that caressed his neck swirled around it as she shivered beneath his hand cupping her breast, the nipple hardening and straining against the satin and silk of her negligee and robe. They lay entwined kissing and caressing with featherlike touch for almost an hour until the distraction of Gabriel's enormous cock got too much for Angel who wriggled on top of his lap as they petted like teenagers on a first date. She got up and took his hand and led him to her apartment.

" Let's go! I want you to make love to me." She purred.

" You know I don't want to hurt you Miss... I mean... I also don't want to disappoint you. I'm too big, too inexperienced and probably too old for a beautiful woman like you" he stammered apologetically. 

"Gabriel I know you think that you'll hurt me but I can assure you my darling that the gates of heaven will open and let you in and neither of us will be disappointed. Trust me. Besides the honour of being your first love is already making me feel so hot. And I've seen you work out in the gym Gabe and your body is the kind that drives a girl to distraction. I want you!" 

She squeezed his hand and led him to the apartment pausing on the doorstep to kiss again and then once more as they entered the door. She unfastened the silk ties that held the robe in place and let it slide to the floor. Beneath the robe was a soft silk halter neck baby-doll that slit to her waist separating her firm round tits the outline off her excited nipples straining at the flimsy fabric that contained them. The diaphanous skirt barely covering her sweet ass clad in the tiniest of string bikini panties a minute triangle of silk covering her delicious pussy and delicately sprayed onto her sumptuous ass cheeks like a shiny red second skin. Gabriel groaned in excitement.

" I know you like this nightie." She whispered seductively.

He kissed her again and pressed his hugeness against her shivering with desire. She ground against him wantonly and leaned back as he covered her neck with kisses and slid a hand beneath her halter to pinch her nipple. She giggled sweetly again and began to undo the buttons on Gabriel's shirt. She ran her hands across his bare muscular chest teasing his nipples and pinching them kissing his smooth ebony chest then helping him remove his shirt. She led him to her bedroom and began to unbuckle his belt and unzip him. His pants fell to the floor and his boxer shorts were alive with the thick long cock that had frightened women. 

"Oh Yeah! I've been waiting a long time for this" Angel moaned and kissed him once more as she ran her hand over the extreme lump in his underpants.

"Oh god Gabriel you are so beautiful, I want you sooooooo much! Do you know I've wanted you since I was a teenager? That's why I teased you so much."

Gabe felt her hand caress his cock though his shorts, fingernails teasing the ultra sensitive flesh and her eager palms kneading it like dough rising in the heat. He was so horny, he felt as if he would cum if she touched him any more and he struggled to contain his excitement. They fell to the bed as Angel peeled his shorts down and he regained his composure enough to reach down to her panties. He felt her moist fold through the sheer silken fabric until it was drenched with the moisture of her arousal and she was begging him to fuck her with his fingers. Gabriel inserted first one then two fingers into her. Feeling her hot tight cunt squirt and the walls close tightly round his fingers as she moaned in pleasure and screamed for more. 

Encouraged by her excitement he slid more fingers into her testing the elasticity of her in the hope that his cock would also be able to follow. He was turned on by her hot wild sexy screams of orgasm. He wanted to make her cum over and over again and repeatedly teased and masturbated her until she finally pulled his hand from her and invited him to join her in licking his cum soaked fingers. As he tasted her pussy nectar he felt the tingling he had experienced earlier they kissed. He had an all-consuming desire to taste more of her to ravish her. He felt stronger and more excited than ever and thoughts of premature ejaculation from over excitement faded as his desire grew exponentially. She kissed him urgently.

"Eat my hot wet pussy baby. Make me cum hard. Make me so hot for you I scream for it!"

Gabriel loved her talking dirty to him. He attacked her delightfully damp panty-covered pussy with wild energy and slurped and licked at her folds through the sheer fabric until she began to quiver in pleasure. He pulled the fragment of soft silk and lace aside and suckled her clit and swirled and flickered his tongue around her hole until she exploded in a string of hot orgasms. Each climax erupting in squirts of her magic juices that Gabriel lapped up like a kitten drinks cream. He delighted in making her happy making her so hot so sated. Making her beg for more and shout for him to fuck her. All the time he was conscious of the excitement she brought to him simply by the tiny presence of her finger teasing the nape of his neck sending chills though him as she clamped his face to her luscious pussy and bucked at his thrusting flickering tongue and greedy slurping lips which drank from her well of desire growing thirstier with each mouth-watering swallow of her intoxicating elixir of love. 

Her panties were soaked through and after what seemed like an eternity of hot excited climaxes she finally pulled him from her tortured hotness up to kiss her pausing breathlessly. He was intoxicated by the scent and taste of her hot juices, full of desire and shivering with anticipation.

"Do you want to enter the gates of heaven now Gabe? Mmmmmm baby I'm aching to have that beautiful cock inside me. Yummy, yummy I want you to fuck me sooooooo much." 

She rolled him onto his back and straddled him, peeling her nightie top off over her head and letting her delicious tits bounce seductively, guiding his hands to fondle them. With one hand she guided his now enormous and distorted cock towards her pussy, placing the thick head against her soft shiny panties and sliding it up and down the wet outlines of her folds. Gabriel could feel the wetness erupt around his cock and shivered with want. She slid her panty aside to let the sensitive flesh of his tip glide over her wet folds as she shivered with desire, a deep yearning to take him into her hotness. Her wetness squirted over his cock and within a few minutes of dancing his shiny tip over her labia she came intensely, panting and writhing in ecstasy as the dribbles from her flooding cunt ran down his thick black shaft. She guided the tip to her slit and pressed against it the swollen cum drenched folds parted and stretched to take his superlative thickness into her aching cunt. She rocked a few times as she took a deep breath and slid slowly down onto his cock pausing each moment to let Gabe feel the wetness envelop him, gyrating gently as he moaned uncontrollably, loosening her elastic muscles to allow his gigantic cock inside her until he felt his balls touch her and the tip of his cock stretched against her cervix. Gabriel was tingling with joy as she gyrated her sensuous hips on him and he felt her unbelievably tight pussy pulse around his supersensitive shaft,

"Ooooooh Gabe, you feel so good! So big and hard. Do you like my hot wet pussy baby?' 

He could only groan in reply and grope excitedly at her delightful breasts. She slid down to the hilt and gyrated seductively like a belly dancer with her arms above her head and with his cock buried deep in her. Gabriel felt like a fire had been lit inside him and burned to ram her, fuck her. She rose up slowly letting his long thick shaft almost escape her pussy. Letting drizzles of wetness roll down his cock then she followed by plunging down on him. She began riding him in a slow rhythm that increased in intensity and left her panting and moaning, she came again violently convulsing and collapsed on him breathlessly. She lay on top of him and kissed him her fingernail once more teasing the nape of his neck and driving him wild with passion.

"Turn me over and fuck me with that wonderful cock of yours. Do me hard and deep and long and make me cum all night. Fuck me! "

Gabriel flipped her onto her back spreading her supple legs without leaving her hot pussy and began to pound her hard and deep and fast, his muscular ass driving his awesome cock into her with deep urgent thrusts. One strong hand cupped her curvaceous buns pulling her to him as he thrust and feeling her buck urgently, the other fondled her pert breasts delighting in the perfection of their petite roundness. She bit him scratched him and kissed, teased, tickled and fondled him like a wild cat on heat and she resumed her teasing the nape of his neck with her fingernail, cumming countless times his huge throbbing cock belting into her endlessly driven by Gabriel's athletic ass and the desire to bring her to endlessly more intense orgasms while feeling the inevitable warmth of his own endorphin rush and extreme desire welling in him like a cyclone. Angel reached down and cupped his swollen balls and shivered in greedy anticipation. She grazed them seductively with her nails and squeezed. 

"It's time my darling. Cum in me!"

Gabriel felt the walls of her pussy loosen and then contract around his cock and he began to shudder as he felt the flood of semen well up in his enormous balls and then he felt endorphins fill every nerve ending with the pleasure of his orgasm and he shot hard and deep inside her, each shot eliciting a squeal of joy from her. The pleasure was more intense than anything he had ever felt and his cock seemed to fire into her steaming pussy like hot sticky bullets repeatedly and without end. The pleasure enveloped them both like a warm breeze that explodes into an intense heat wave. Gabriel slipped in an out of consciousness. He knew her ass cheek was in one of his hands, her breast in the other and he was conscious of her succulent lips against his and the sweet sensation of her fingernail on his neck sending shivers through him but all else was a blur of sweet sensation- unrelenting ecstasy He felt like his cock was being drawn further inside her and that it was being sucked like a milking machine. Waves of pleasure crashed over him as he struggled hopelessly to speak, fondle her and kiss her. 

He was exhausted, in a state of semi consciousness, a trance where he was aware of her luscious frame in his arms, her voice in his ear and an aching desire to be with her and do anything she asked or wanted. She whispered seductively into his ear and he still felt the sensation of her finger against his neck caressing it in a slow hypnotic rhythm. It was as if each stroke of her finger unleashed fresh waves of pleasure.

"Gabriel when I am gone you must do some things for me. I want you to be Stacey the new girl bodyguard until she is of age. I want you to be her 24-hour guard; Lots of men will want her as they wanted me when I was too young and I want you to keep her chaste until then. I will see to it that you retain your apartment here and get a big raise in salary. Also I want you to promise me you wont have sex with anyone else after me. I want to be your first and only for a time anyway. Then when Stacy is of age I want you to be her first and love her the way you love me now." 

With that she kissed him and he felt his lips tingle once more and he passed into a fatigued sleep where he was conscious only of the pleasure that had consumed him and a swelling and tingling in his testicles as they seemed to manufacture semen at a superhuman rate. It was several hours before he awoke. He was alone in the bed he could see bright daylight streaking though a crack in the thick velvet drapes. Angel's pretty red panties lay on the pillow beside him. He reached out and drew them to him bringing them to his face to inhale their magical scent. They were still soaked with her cum and with each inhalation of her scent Gabe felt the night's lovemaking return to him. His cock hardened once more and his swollen balls felt full to overflow.

" Oh you're awake Gabe I made you some breakfast, well brunch really!"

She entered the room carrying a silver tray. She was dressed only in a short white satin robe tied loosely around her breasts. The robe opened as she walked letting her delightful tits bob sensuously into view.

" You need to keep your strength up." She cooed sexily as she set the meal before him.

" I hope you like it? Eggs benedict, freshly squeezed orange juice, hot coffee and a kiss from me"

He kissed her longingly, reached his hand beneath her robe and cupped her firm breast. She slid her hand onto his balls and cupped them then grazed them with her fingernails sensuously. 

"Oh did I mention last night that was the best sex I've ever had and I want you to stay awhile until I have to go. Mmmmmm baby slow down, I'll stay hot the breakfast won't." With that she broke the kiss and proceeded to feed him a mouthful at a time while he continued to caress her eagerly.

" You know in my estimation a man is still a virgin until he's had a girl in all three special places. Do you want my holy trinity darling?"

Gabriel gulped down the last of the coffee and set the cup aside and pulled Angel to him once more and kissed her.

"I told you Angel- I love you more than my own life. Other men want you but I love you."

He was determined to delay his own impending pleasure for hers. He untied her robe and covered her silken skin with kisses. She shivered with desire as he teased her kissing his way past her diamond stud belly button ring and blowing her fine golden pubic hair apart following with his thick salivating tongue. The moment his lips tasted her pussy's sweet nectar he felt a surge of energy through him as he had the previous evening. It was as if he could fuck her all night and he wanted to. In moments his lapping tongue sent shivers through her and she began to shudder and moan. As he sucked her clit she exploded and shot wet sticky cum over his face in a drizzle of her excitement. He delighted in bringing her to the edge of orgasm letting her shiver in anticipation then lancing his fingers into her and listening to her excited squeals and moans. She came continuously and with increasing intensity and Gabriel felt proud of his love making reveling in her cries of pleasure.

" My pussy's so hot for you Gabriel. Do you like me talking dirty to you? Do you want to fuck me with that delicious cock? I'd love it if you talk dirty to me darling." 

She pulled him off her sopping pussy and they kissed again long and slow and mind numbingly gently.

"Suck my big black cock you hot little bitch. I want to cum in your mouth and all over your hot tits." Gabriel could barely recognise his own voice was saying those words but he knew he ached to be with her and the need to feel her mouth on his cock was overpowering.

She stopped kissing him and bobbed her head down to take the tip of his cock in her wet mouth and the moment her lips enveloped his shaft he almost passed out from the pleasure. Her fingers circled his cock and teased his super-long, thick black cock. She covered it in tiny wet kisses slowly and deliberately then flickered her tongue over his tip until he was writhing and shivering with desire, yearning to feel her wet mouth take his cock into it.

"Mmmmmm Gabe this is an idol that I worship, it's so big so hard so deliciously hot."

She lapped at his huge black shaft like a child greedily licking chocolate ice cream, kissing fondling teasing his hyper-swollen balls with her fingertips and fingernails. The sweet wet sensation of lips and tongue covering his cock with blissful shivers until she built him to a frenzied shake. She began sucking his tip hard and deep inside her throat while her hands pumped his shaft relentlessly as he moaned in a shuddering mass of throbs and moans. No man could last for long with Angel and Gabe's balls released a mother-load through his throbbing cock into her willing mouth. She swallowed hard and released his cock momentarily before covering it with tiny wet kisses that made him tingle with excitement, she built him again to climax with her flickering tongue and eager lips and he erupted with another load into her waiting mouth and still another spraying her delectable tits. She greedily pulled his cock to her tits and rubbed his sticky cum into her skin then lapped at it like a hungry kitten. She looked up at him with a cheeky innocent expression cum dribbling from her mouth and trickling down the gap between her breasts.

Let's have a bath darling." 

She led him wordlessly to the bathroom and into the large spa and proceeded to wash him all over slowly, sensuously kissing him sweetly as she covered him in perfumed soap. He reciprocated washing, kissing fondling her enjoying the bountiful delights of her beautiful body. His cock was still bigger than big. Both found themselves fondling and kissing to extremes. His hands creamed the soap around her exquisite breasts. He washed her pussy until she came. In turn her hands never left his monster cock gliding the soap over her hands circling it and caressing the thick hard shaft. Cradling his swollen balls in the other, her fingers dancing over them in a wild teasing frenzy.

As they left the bathroom to dry themselves he could barely wait to spread her legs and plunge his obscenely distorted organ into her eager pussy once more. Despite the urgency of their passionate obsession with each other's bodies he did so with the kind of gentleness of a lover. Angel smiled sweetly controlling her pelvic floor muscles so she was impossibly tight for him first contracting to allow his thickness to force her pussy lips apart. The head of his cock thrilled in her wet tight opening as he pushed into her gently. Tears trickled from Angel's eyes affirming the joy that filled her the simple pleasure of a man's love, his gentle considerate entry his resolute declarations of love. Angel was use to men fucking her urgently and roughly commensurate with the lust her body inspired in them she was not accustomed to Gabriel's sweet tender ness nor the sheer size energy of his cock nor the sensitivity to her pleasure that he involved in his passionate lovemaking that sent her into perpetual pleasure and made her want him like she had seldom wanted any man before. Gabriel's cock split her labia and began pushing past the tight opening. He moaned continuously and she felt him throb as his over excited cock pushed deeper inside her. 




The Night Manager Ch. 02



Chapter 2: X rated Stacy

Many writers, artists and scientists have tried to describe what the characteristics of sexy and drop dead gorgeous are. What beauty is and what makes a woman or a girl desirable. Anthropologists suggest that blondness indicates youth, firm breasts and a pert behind suggest the readiness for reproduction and a flat tummy indicates that a female is not pregnant. Youth and availability feature highly on the list of desirable features and Hollywood and the modeling world have refined these features through unnatural selection of beautiful women, clothing and make up not to mention image enhancement to create a mythology of sexual attractiveness. Right up there in the desirability description is social morality it seems that a girl can look like an object of desire but not be one and this makes her even more desirable. 

Unattainability and postponing desire is perhaps the most erotic of human sexual behaviours. So it was with Anastasia St Seine- 'Stacy' as she preferred to be called, she was, the most delicious piece of eye candy imaginable a willowy blond, slender nubile and curvaceous. She had long shapely legs and tanned olive silken skin with sensuous thighs displayed exquisitely in tight fitting mini skirts. Her firm round pert alluring ass commanded attention and pouted deliciously as the perfect filling for hot silk teen panties and presented a thrilling climax to her succulent legs. Stacy was physically hot and at young at sixteen she would need a full time chaperone to keep the flies away from her sticky sweet honey pot. 

When Angel's replacement Miss Felicity told Gabriel of his change of job description he took on the task without complaint. At the time he remembered nothing of what Angel had told him during their first divine tryst. All Gabriel knew was that he felt compelled to do what the statuesque beauty asked. After all she was his boss and something seemed to say to him that this was a thing he must do. And so from the first day of meeting Stacy he dedicated his life to protect her. Spending his time driving her to photo shoots and fashion parades, escorting her to social occasions and generally being her minder, picking her up each morning sometimes escorting her late at night or early morning to her bedroom. 

The job was by no means easy and Stacy was unbelievably provocative in her manner and her dress and her youthful penchant for pushing boundaries was tried as much on Gabriel as the managers and promotion people who organized her life and work. She would deliberately remove her clothing while Gabriel was in sight of her. Despite her lucrative contract for 'XTC Nymph' lingerie for which she was the star model she constantly removed her panties and left them like a calling card with men, the thought of her in a hot little mini skirt which is what she wore most of the time and no panties drove most of the men around her out of their minds. Many times too when she dated boys and older men Gabriel had to be on hand as she teased them into a frenzy knowing he would intervene before their hands moved beyond harmless petting. Gabriel felt like a eunuch, almost nothing stirred him sexually anymore, not semi naked adolescent girls or the stunningly beautiful other girls who paraded past him in and out of all manner of clothing. The only thing that turned Gabriel on was his old videos, albums and the perfumed box filled with her panties. Gabriel confined his sexual life to his devotion to her memory and jacked off very day immersed in the fading scent and exquisite fantasy of his only love.

Looking after Stacy was no mean feat most men found there was something irresistible about her. She was of similar dimensions to Angel- petite and slender but much more voluptuous having much the same exquisitely pert ass as her older sister Candice and fuller more buxom breasts and olive complexion like her aunt yet in smaller more compact proportions that were somehow even more pleasing. Something about her blue eyes reminded Gabriel of Angel and the sweet sexy tones of her voice was almost identical except Stacy was far more provocative and less demure than Angel's gentle natured speech. Men of all ages swarmed around her like flies around a honey-pot each besotted with her. Nevertheless Gabriel managed to keep her whole, perhaps with the help of the other girls too who taught her how to manage unwanted advances and how to encourage and tease with a degree of grace rather than slutty provocation. It seemed that when a guy got too hot for Stacy they would inevitably become enchanted with Felicity or Candy. Sometimes Gabriel thought she was the bait in an elaborate tender trap. Stacy didn't seem to mind in fact she enjoyed the attention of many men and bored with most easily. 

Despite her outward confidence and arrogant teen behaviour she and Gabriel became incredibly close and he told her of his undying love of her Aunt Angel and she confided in him about all the boys and men that dated her and about her busy business life as a model. Gabriel felt more like a close uncle than a minder and he fantasized about being together with her Auntie Angel and looking after their sweet niece. The other girls too treated him like the man of the house and he roamed their apartment freely. They all knew if they needed help he would be there. Gabriel came to accept the frequent and lengthy sexual exploits of each of the older girls as a daily and normal occurrence. 

As for Stacy's relationships she seemed to have a preference for elite athletes. She had confided in Gabriel that she loved their fit bodies and stamina. At eighteen one of her more controversial relationships early in her career was with a twenty-eight year old seeded tennis player, one of the many elite athletes that wanted to win her love. She had met him while promoting a sensationally sexy new range of underwear that were aimed at giving sports bras and panties a much sexier angle than the current functional designs. These 'undies' used a slogan that suggested that a girl would have to run from men if she wore them and when she was caught she'd enjoy being caught wearing them.

The video footage had a crowd of men chasing Stacy clad only in the provocatively sexy white sports bra and panties and the elite tennis star catching her and holding her in his arms. Stacy, like a typical young woman enjoyed the media attention, the fast cars, designer clothing and parties and was star struck by his charm and good looks but as an inexperienced virgin on a date with an older man left him crippled with passion night after night week after week as they dated. They kissed in the back seat of the limo that Gabe insisted they travel in so he could keep an eye on them. At twenty-eight this guy was use to girls giving it to him on a platter and Gabriel could sense his over powering desire about to blow up. Nevertheless he was besotted by her and perhaps even captivated by her innocence and sweet personality enough to hold off from touching her. Only once did Gabriel have to remind him that sex with her might seriously affect his media career and her contract. 

As he grew in his ardor for Stacy, Felicity and Candy sensed the sexual tension and invited him and his middle-aged manager to a dinner party. That evening Gabriel had rarely seen the three girls look so hot. Each wearing identical dangerously enchanting body hugging short dresses that revealed more than they concealed and provided with stunning views of the sexy flesh and satin real estate beneath each movement. Stacy wore white, Candice blue and Felicity red each dress held together by shoestring shoulder straps supporting shallow satin cups which held their lovely breasts tenuously filled to overflow smoothly and tightly contouring to their slender waists and erupting in handkerchief skirts that danced sensuously over their curvaceous hips and asses and fell away in layers that parted to reveal their legs. 

The evening was a massive flirt and tease competition even Gabriel was turned on by the open sexual references and constant display of curvaceous flesh. Each girl tried to out do the other with innuendo and body language; it was like a lascivious lingerie luncheon or a playboy mansion fantasy in slow motion. The tennis star still fondled Stacy beneath the table but when he got up to go to the bathroom Candice followed. Gabriel too had headed for the bathroom when they did not return and heard Candice in the hallway flirting with the tennis star.

" I've always wondered how many sets you could go with me honey." 

Gabe peeked around the corner and saw him holding her and kissing her. In moments his hands were inside the tight dress that held her firm little tits. She reached down and fondled his cock though his pants and expertly unzipped him. 

" I'm not wearing any panties so I guess it's your serve honey."

He couldn't have waited if he'd wanted to, after weeks of constant teasing he hurriedly pulled his aching cock from his pants and let her guide it into her. She spread her legs and leaned against the wall as he entered her urgently and fucked her excitedly against the wall while she caressed him seductively, her beautiful red hair tossed about her head like a rag doll as he fucked her hard and deep. Gabriel went to the bathroom and returned to find they had moved to a bedroom where their combined moans rose to fever pitch and filled the air. Down the hallway back in the dining room Gabriel heard the sound of another man moaning. Felicity was kneeling on the floor with the tennis stars manager's cock in her mouth. Gabriel moved past them silently and found Stacy in her room reading a book.

" You ok Miss Stacy?" 

" Sure Gabe looks like the girls are having a good time doesn't it?' She put down the book and came over to the door and put her arm around him and tickled the back of his neck in a way that reminded him of Angel and kissed him sweetly.

" Guess you'd better go home unless you want to tuck me in." She said seductively and began removing her clothing.

" Miss Stacy I've seen you naked more times than your mother probably. Goodnight little girl!" he knew she hated to be called a little girl and turned to leave just as her panties hit his head.

"Goodnight you burnt out old bastard!"

As Stacy grew more confident with her alluring sexuality and more cunning about avoiding Gabriel's scrutiny he was sure she had moved beyond allowing a favoured hand to touch her breasts or sneak beneath her hem. He suspected that she had begun to explore what she too could do to her men without allowing penetrative sex. This was the world of girls discovering their sexuality that like a parent Gabriel chose to ignore as long as his charge was consenting after all she was leaggly of age and it was only her media contract that prevented her form sexual contact. So as long as the little virgin sex bomb was seen to be still avirgin all was ok. The range of men changed too as she too matured and became even more alluring, buxom and curvaceous. She always looked older would have been a poor defense in court but men of all ages dated her and pursued her vigorously. At nearly nineteen the offers to 'pop her cherry' were real and carried huge monetary figures. Indeed one millionaire who owned several retail department store chains that distributed St Seine Honeydale Enterprises lingerie was obsessed with her.

He was in his late forties and recently divorced from a Hollywood starlet. He met the girls at a fashion show for the release of the new seasons XTC Nymph underwear brand. He was besotted with her sending her rooms full of extravagant bouquets of flowers, jewelry and long pleading letters inviting her out to dinner. After a week of his fervent pleading Felicity who knew that he could influence the sale of their products arranged for her to go out with him chaperoned by Gabriel. So for the next week she dressed in her most lavish and beautifully designer clothing with the most delectable underwear imaginable and accompanied him to dinners, opera, ballet, film previews and millionaire club parties. Stacy slowly allowed him to kiss her goodnight and hold her by the end of the week he was completely out of control and with his hands touching her breasts and sliding under her skirt. Gabriel had to remind him of the fact that she was under aged several times but he still persisted. Stacy loved the power she had over these men and ventured to tantalize them until as often happened they came in their pants or she gave them a helping hand. Once again Felicity arranged a private dinner party for him alone along with the three girls and Gabriel.

" I hope you don't mind Mister Mayer but we know this is not a business dinner but we wanted to show you something of our organisations history and a new range of night attire classic vamp we you'd enjoy and we know you liked our last product launch so we decided to wear a different kind of evening wear. Each of these night dresses are classics that S-H-E have had success with for several generations."

Each girl wore a stunning negligee. Candice wore a super short hot pink baby doll 70's nightie with a matching bra and bikini panties suspenders and stockings. The nightie split from waist to the halter clasping her delectable little breasts in a desirable feast of flesh and a tight fragment of shiny satin. Her green eyes shining alluringly like a gem amidst her creamy and curvaceous flesh. Felicity wore a 40's pin up girl black and red satin bustier that thrust her ample breasts up and forward threatening to overflow but clasped by the tight synched laces, that clamped tightly around her slender waist stretching downward towards the suspenders and fishnet stockings with a matching bikini panties. Over the top of it was a floor length black and red satin robe that was tied at the waist, she swayed with the precarious totter of a woman on stilettos her statuesque beauty towering over all and her shiny black hair falling around the tanned silken smoothness of her naked shoulders. 

It was Stacy that took away Gabriel's breath away. He recognised it immediately she was dressed in a floor length satin robe that hugged her body like a formal gown. It showed off her magnificent breasts to perfection cupping them tightly and plunging low around the delicious halter undergarment it was held together by a single strand of shoestring silk it clung to her like a second skin and was so diaphanous that her beautiful nubile body with only the tiniest of G- string panties were visible when lit from behind. Angel had worn just such a nightie when they first made love together. For the first time in years he felt aroused. Mayer was dumbstruck and overcome with lust he didn't know where to look or who to touch. The meal too was special each girl served a different course and once more the 'tease-fest' began. The wine and cocktails flowed and the hard on in Mayer's lap grew to painful extremes. As he got drunker Felicity sat beside him and then made an announcement.

"Phillip and Gabriel you must understand that in a household like this one fewer men than there are women leads to intense competition and we love to compete I can tell you. So to help us make this evening one we'll all remember I have an erotic little party game I know you will enjoy."

Felicity smiled and reached for a top hat that she took from a coffee table and drew out a stopwatch from inside it.

" This is a game called 'Panty Pickers Paradise', each girl contributes her panties to the hat and the men get to choose them at random. Girls if you please!"

Each girl stood and wriggled sexily out of their panties and then dropped them into the top hat. Mayer's eyes nearly popped out of his head Gabriel had become entranced by Stacy's delicious young body wearing a nightie that reminded him of Angel all the memory of their first time c flooded into his mind. For a brief moment she was Angel.

"The first time a man selects the owner's panties they may kiss for 60 seconds. The second time they are allowed to fondle the third time the girl gets to fondle him. What happens after that is usually... well I'm sure you'd love to play."

Mayer had first pick of the hat and drew Felicity's red and black satin knickers. Gabriel drew Stacy's tiny white silk panties. Candice picked up the stopwatch as the girls sat next to their men. Mayer could not wait and began kissing Felicity with a frustrated shiver he was so excited he was jumping out of his pants with desire. She pressed her ample flesh against him and let her night dress fall aside so her naked shaven pussy was in view for him and kissed him longingly, seductively and with the kind of passion that left no doubt that she would open her legs to him. Gabriel kissed Stacy more tentatively but still the kiss was the first time their lips had touched so gently for a moment as he looked at her beautiful blue eyes he saw Angel and the tenderness of his gentle touch sent shiver's through her.

"Time" Candice called smiling widely and giggling. The panties were put once more into the hat. The moment Gabriel feared arrived. Mayer held the tiny white panties in his hands in triumph shaking with lust. Gabriel drew the pretty pink bikini panties. When Candice's lips touched his despite her breathtaking beauty he felt like an icicle but in a few moments he felt the tingle in her kiss that he had felt with Angel and he thawed rapidly and felt aroused. Mayer's kiss with Stacy was surprisingly innocent and was over sooner than Gabriel feared. He seemed to look lasciviously at Felicity, which was not surprising she was without doubt a goddess. The next draw saw his dream come true and he held Felicity in his arms once more and wasted no time sliding his fingers across her breasts and touching her exposed pussy with glee. The clock was unable to stop them. Gabriel had half-heartedly fondled Candice they both acted out the charade that would leave Stacy untouched. 

When Mayer drew the red panties once more they all simply watched as the most accomplished seductress of the century unzipped his pants and slid her long red painted fingernails across his burgeoning cock. His sighs and moans decrying the excruciatingly delicious pleasure of her featherlike touch. She circled his cock and in moments had pre cum dribbling from it then untied her bustier and knelt before him and took his cock between her pouting red lips. As he leaned back in bliss she squeezed his cock between her fulsome tits and suckled the tip until he screamed in joy. Candice began to remove her stockings like a stripper as Felicity continued to suck his cock and press it between her boobs. Candice had removed her bra. As Felicity knelt in front of him and slid his cock between her luscious tits, greeting his tip with her moist mouth, Candice moved forward and began to kiss him and let him suckle her tits and fondle her moist pussy,

Gabriel had never seen them work this exotic double act before. The action moved rapidly to a nearby couch where Mayer lay with one girl sitting on his face writing and dribbling over him while the other rode his cock. Gabriel accompanied Stacy to her room and kissed her goodnight as the heat in the dining room rose to a fever pitch as Mayer delighted in their multiple orgasms and fucked like a man possessed. The largest distribution deal of their career was in the bag as he came with the force of a hurricane into Felicity's hot pussy while Candice sucked his balls.

It was on the evening of her nineteenth birthday after a wild party where she had drunk a little too much that Gabriel found her provocation increasing beyond endurance. She wore a pure white silk dress with gold shoulder straps that hugged her petite body like a second skin and flared about her waist in a short skirt that swirled around her as she spun around. She had broken free of the cohort of adoring men both young and old that attended her party, her aunt Felicity and older sister Candice gathering them to them as if Stacy had been the unattainable bait to their tender trap. Gabriel had seen the three sexy girls gather men around her and then days later he would see some of them emerge from the building looking exhausted with glazed eyes. He knew they had wild parties and group sex. Stacy had confided in Gabriel that the man she wanted to share her first sexual experience with was to be Charles an elite track athlete a young super fit black man. Charles though was out of training and drinking heavily and on the trip home to his apartment. While Charles' began with amorous intentions and petted, fondled and kissed Stacy enthusiastically by the time they reached his apartment he had all but passed out.




The Night Manager Ch. 02



" I think they call this too funk to druck don't they Gabriel? Can you help me get him safely into bed then take me home."

Gabriel and Stacy helped the young man into his room and left him passed out on his bed. They left Charles' apartment and drove home with Stacy insisting on sitting in the front with Gabriel. As she so often did she sat deep in the seat and let the folds of her brief hemline fall aside to reveal her white panties. Gabriel recognised them immediately. They were the exclusive gold and diamond studded panties designed by Angel, the ones she had worn in the video the night they made love. Stacy leaned forward and began caressing the short hair at the nape of his neck and whispered seductively in his ear.

" You can touch them if you like, I know you want to."

And with that she took his hand and kissed the fingertips sweetly and drew his hand to front of her wonderful panties. He felt the dampness erupt there and as if in automatic pilot he found himself masturbating her as she leaned forward and kissed him as sweetly as he had ever been kissed. He felt the tingling sensation that drove him to shiver with passion once more. He felt his cock awaken as if from a dream and every blood vessel fill with blood and thrill we the excitement of her wetness and her gentle loving kiss, a kiss like Angel's. The spine tingling thrill of her fingernail tickling his neck sent him into a cold sweat of deep want and he slid his hand onto her firm round breasts feeling the nipples harden as he cupped them eagerly. He wanted her like a hellfire consuming all resistance.

" You really are quite special Gabe. There isn't another man alive who looks at me like you do. You make me feel so good. I want to make you feel good too, better than good. I want to show you I appreciate you, say thank you for looking after me all these years. I want to make love to you. Would you like that Gabe? Take me home and make love to me. Be my first.'

It was as if he was experiencing a deja vu Angel's very words coming out of Stacy's sweet mouth. He broke from the embrace and started the car to drive home as fast as he could. Angel leaned against him and whispered in his ear and kissed his neck as he drove. She reached her hand down and touched his swollen pants.

"Oh my Gabe you are so big now wonder Angel wanted to keep you for herself."

She fondled his hugeness and unzipped him unfurling his monster cock and stroking it with her tiny hand. She could barely get her hand around it and began stroking it until Gabriel began to pant. By the time they reached the apartment and had kissed urgently in the elevator and again at the doorway Gabriel was delirious with passion.

They tore at one another's clothing until all that remained were the diamond-studded panties. He reach down to them and felt her moist fold through the sheer silken fabric until it was drenched with the moisture of her arousal and she was begging him to fuck her with his fingers. Gabriel inserted first one then two fingers into her. Feeling her hot tight cunt squirt and the walls close tightly round his fingers as she moaned in pleasure and screamed for more. 

He slid more fingers into her ultra tight virginal pussy he wanted to make her cum over and over again and repeatedly teased and masturbated her. He had an all-consuming desire to taste more of her to ravish her. He felt as excited as he had the first time with Angel and as her pleasure grew in intensity he found his own desire grow exponentially. She kissed him urgently. Dena vu

"Eat my hot wet pussy baby. Make me cum hard. Make me so hot for you I scream for it!"

Impossible as it seemed the voice he heard was Angel's there was no mistaking her pleading tone when she was aroused. Gabriel was puzzled but so turned on he barely took any time to think. The sound of her voice talking dirty to him, urging him to please her urging him to push his long thick black cock into her had occupied every fantasy he had had over the past few years and now those same sounds came from a young nubile beauty whose body dripped sexual allure, whose exquisite breasts and ass trembled beneath his caress and whose super tight virginal cunt begged him to feast on her spectacular ambrosia.

He gently kissed her sopping wet panty-covered pussy with such restraint that she shivered with each touch of his lips and he sucked at her folds tenderly through the sheer fabric until she began to tremble in desire, pulling the delicate silk aside. He kissed her clit with a touch so gentle she began to cum and flickered his tongue around it until the orgasms intensified and squirted her sweet ambrosia into his face. Gabriel greedily swallowed her nectar recognizing her taste and scent as it coursed through his senses and intoxicated him. He slid his tongue more vigorously around her folds parting them and lancing his tongue into her tiny hole letting the copious juices run down the crack between her legs. Her finger teased the nape of his neck sending chills though him as she ground his face to her succulent vulva. He thrust fingers in her once more as he suckled her erect clitoris greedily imbibing her mouth-watering honeyed juice intoxicating him until he could stand barely stand the desire that filled him. His cock was bursting with desire. 

He could barely drag himself away from the sweet delight of her sexual perfume, her succulent tastes and the pleading cries from her perpetual orgasms. He wrenched himself from her pussy and kissed her tenderly once more.

"Do you want to enter the gates of heaven now Gabe? Mmmmmm baby I'm aching to have that beautiful cock inside me. Yummy, yummy I want you to fuck me sooooooo much." 

DŽjˆ vu! Angel's voice urging him to enter her, he spread her legs and looked at Stacy's beautiful blue eyes glistening with passion, she smiled and reached down to slide her panties aside and beckon him to her.

"Be gentle, you're so big and I'm so tight and tiny. Don't worry if I cry a little the pain will be over quickly and then the pleasure will be so good."

" Don't worry I wont hurt you. I think I love you almost as much as Angel and you know I could never hurt you."

Stacy reached down and held his cock as he guided it to the drenched folds of her hot shaved pussy. He swirled the tip around her clit and labia until she began to shudder with pleasure and his tip was glistening with her moisture. He pressed it against her tiny tight opening and she winced a little breathing rapidly, then holding her breath until she relaxed a little then he pushed a little further into her and he paused and then withdrew a little pushing the head of his cock into her and out of her in short strokes. She began to get increasingly excited as he increased the tempo of his sexy rhythm. Her juices began to spurt with excitement. He kissed her tenderly and she resumed touching his neck with her fingernail. He caressed her breasts lovingly; pinching the nipple hard until she winced from the pain each stroke inside her went deeper and deeper until he encountered the resistance of her hymen. She gasped and shouted.

"FUCK ME I WANT YOU INSIDE ME!"

He pushed into her hard until his giant cock popped her cherry and he felt the sticky texture of her blood mingled with her vaginal fluid. She cried out in pain and tears rolled down her cheeks. Gabriel kissed each teardrop and thrust into her deep and within moments she was having a spectacular orgasm. Her pussy erupted like a volcano spurting hot fluid and clamping around his super huge cock like a vice. She screamed like a banshee and bucked furiously at his pounding cock. She bit his neck hard and raked his back with her fingernails like an alley cat on heat. He felt her hand caress his balls and fondle them; her fingernails grazed his swollen pouch sending tingles of electricity through him igniting every nerve ending with the intensity of her pleasure. Her cunt gripped him like a moist friendly hand and she urged him to fuck her harder and faster. He teased her to the edge of orgasm time and time again only to withdraw from her until she was begging for his return and each time he did he plunged deeper and harder into her until she exploded in fits of screaming, bucking gyrating orgasms.

He turned her over without leaving her pussy. Her ass was so divine he shivered from the sight of it holding her hips firmly in his hands he pumped into her once more until his squelching assault produced still more climaxes from her delicious pussy. He fondled her tit with one hand and slid the other inside her sopping panties and began masturbating her as he continued to thrust wildly into her. Her hot tight pussy was unbelievable and pulsed like a vibrator around his cock. His swollen balls slapped her clitoris as she begged him to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. She was insatiable and his cock had swollen beyond recognition. As he grew tired from the intensity of the session he pulled from her and lay back beckoning her to ride him. As she straddled him he gazed up at her delightful breasts and cupped them in his hand lovingly. He was already planning to cum all over them later that evening. She slid his cock against her wet panties and let him feel the dampness as she slid the shiny fabric across his aching cock.

" I want you to cum in me now!" She purred.

Gabriel held his breath as he felt her guide his cock's thick head into her once more, watching her face contort with the strain of the entry of his massive thickness into her tiny hot hole. He felt her inner labia stretch around him and her vaginal walls swirl with dampness as he slid inside her deeper and deeper until he felt her cervix touch his tip and his hyper swollen balls touched her sweet ass. She giggled sweetly.

"Mmmmmm Gabriel you're such a big boy and so gentle and hot. I want to feel you explode in me. Do you like my tight little pussy? Do you want me? Want to cum in my hot, hot cunt?"

She rose up on him as he fondled her magnificently firm round tits eagerly. She gyrated and rocked on the tip of his cock letting her abundant juices drizzle down his thick black shaft. Gabriel could only groan as she began her sensual ride she slid up and down his shaft clamping and loosening her grip on his thickness to let more of her own excitement roll down his shaft in a torrent of sticky wetness. She reached down and began to masturbate herself ass she rode and erupted into sobbing and shivering as she came with increasing intensity her ass bobbing up and down on him faster and faster. She came violently and her pussy clamped his cock even more tightly and she collapsed on him panting and kissing him passionately. Then when she regained her breath she turned around and bounced on his cock so that he could see her heavenly ass rising up and down on him. He felt the stirring inside like an impending hurricane building in pressure. He leaned forward and pushed his cock deep inside her and took her breasts in his hands. She leaned her head back and panted as she too began to orgasm.

" I want to see your beautiful face when you cum in me" she panted breathlessly.

As she came she manipulated her leg so that she could turn around to face him and then lay back with her shapely legs spread as Gabriel leaned into her pressing deep inside her the pressure unbearable. They kissed urgently and Gabriel pulled his cock back to her entrance as she writhed in pulsating pleasure. She shivered from the emptiness of her hot cunt which gushed like a stream. When he entered her again he did so with long hard deep strokes his balls slapping her clit with a force that triggered a series of blood curdling screams of joy from her.

" I love you Gabe cum in me cum in me be mine cum in me!"

Gabriel felt the pleasure fill every nerve ending with pleasure like his whole body was immersed in a warm spring. He felt himself shake to the core, his cock throb uncontrollably and with each throb his body felt the waves of endorphins fill his senses. Then he came spurting two years of pent up desire into this delectably nubile goddess. He thrust hard and deep burying his cock in her luscious well of desire. Each spurt of his cum elicited screams of pleasure from her as her tasty pussy vibrated around each throb pulsing in unison then clamping tight around him. He felt the sensation of intoxicated bliss and the feeling that his cock was being sucked into her and he drifted into the semi conscious state he recalled from his time with Angel, then he passed into a deep sleep as she nestled in his arms whispering sweetly into his ear.

DŽjˆ vu: he awoke feeling drained and exhausted her diamond studded white panties lay on the pillow next to him. He ached for her. He combed the apartment for her and found it empty. He found her pretty party dress draped over a chair in the dining room and a note.

Darling Gabe got called into work. Help yourself to some food and rest up. I'll see you tonight. I want you so much. Love Stacy

Gabriel was relieved and jealous at the same time. Perhaps she was with someone else. The phone rang and he answered it.

"Penthouse suite Gabe speaking"

"Mmmmmm yummy do you know how horny I am for you Gabe?"

He could hear that she was touching herself as her voice grew breathy and she panted to him.

"I've been modeling sexy lingerie all day and the camera man says I've never looked so hot. He says every shot looks like I'm having the best sex ever. I'm thinking about you darling. I'm aching for you. Mmmmmm ooooooh I'm cumming. Ooooooh yummy yummy. I want to suck your delicious chocolate tower and feel it shoot over my tits. Mmmmmm You lover my tits don't you?"

Gabriel was hotter than hell talking to her. She came several times before she finished the call and promised to be home within the hour. Gabriel showered and shaved and only bothered to put on a fresh pair of boxer shorts knowing that soon she would be touching him again. He made himself bacon and eggs and coffee and rested his weary body for the delicious impending sexual onslaught that he knew lay ahead.

Stacy arrived home as promised wearing a skin-tight green pastel halter-top dress that hugged her voluptuous curves like a second skin. Made of sheer stretch cotton it plunged low about her ample cleavage revealing her firm tanned breasts. Gabriel dreamed of what beautiful lingerie lay beneath.

"I know what you're thinking but I'm actually not wearing any panties or bra. I get enough of that at work and it makes me feel so sexy not wearing any. So Mmmmmm you know ready."

He held her and they kissed tenderly as his hand slid up the back of her skirt and onto her bare ass cheeks.

" I'm so wet for you darling."

He slid his fingers between her ass cheeks and felt the wetness there as they kissed more deeply, French kissing. She ground herself against him and he pulled her dress up to her waist so her naked pussy rubbed against the rising shaft in his shorts. She began to quiver with excitement. She put her hand on the thickening lump and grazed it with her fingernails feeling it swell dramatically with each featherlike touch of her eager fingers. 

"Take me to the bedroom I want to suck your hot black cock."

Gabriel picked her up and carried her slender body to the bedroom laid her down and began kissing between her tits and suckling at her nipples. She fondled his cock wantonly delighting in the swelling giant as it thickened and hardened beneath her touch. As Gabriel suckled her glorious tits he rubbed her clit and teased her pussy until she began to shiver and whimper with pleasure and she came. The instant she squealed in pleasure he shoved two long thick fingers into her and she erupted in cries of joy as he wiggled and lanced the fingers deep into her freshly opened paradise. She gushed and bucked at his thrusts and reveled in his excited fondling. He reluctantly kissed his way down to her pussy knowing he needed to eat taste her but he was entranced by her fulsome bosoms and could have spent the night fondling them and suckling them. He longed to shove his cock between them. When his tongue tasted her sublime juices and his senses filled with her scent he felt the blood rush through him violently in moments she was screaming incoherently. His deft tongue and artful lips eliciting orgasm after orgasm from her in a torrent of wetness that drenched his face and made him gulp down the sweet nectar greedily. For near on an hour he held her pinned to the bed screaming for him to eat her, until he felt his cock stretching all limits of its own dimensions straining at the seams bristling with blood vessels, distorted and hyper sensitive.

He had an overwhelming desire to put it between her sumptuous tits and rose to let it flop onto her chest. She held it as he slid it between her firm round mounds, greeting the tip with her wet eager mouth. She pressed her hot tits together as he moved his cock between them shivering with each stroke. Her tongue flickered eagerly across his sensitive tip and her mouth sucked hard each time it entered it. He moaned helplessly as he thrust repeatedly into her mouth and between her tits. It throbbed uncontrollably and as he felt the pleasure mount in his balls she swallowed half his cock and sucked hard. He erupted in her mouth shooting a huge load down her throat then as he pulled back shot another load onto her adorable face then another onto her tits. She smiled ecstatically and swallowed his first load and greedily licked at the dribbles running from his cock sliding her lips and tongue over it sucking and swallowing. The jism that covered her face and breasts made her look even more beautiful, her eyes lit up and her full tulip shaped lips consumed his cum voraciously.

When she finished cleaning his cock and teasing it so that the so that it remained rock hard and super thick she returned to kiss him with her sticky lips. He held her tightly in his arms the waves of pleasure still tingling in every nerve ending of his body, her finger stroking the nape of his neck.

" Let's go out to dinner Gabe I'm hungry."

She leapt out of bed and began rummaging through her wardrobe for clothing and pulled out a tiny yellow stretch silk dress. She pulled it over her head and adjusted her boobs in the tight low cut halter and shimmied the dress over her naked pussy. The hem just covered her ass and pussy with a fragment of tight silk. 

" Let's stop by your apartment to get you some fresh clothes and catch a cab."

With that she took him by the hand and led him to the private elevator that led down to his ground floor apartment. Once inside they kissed eagerly and his hands slid under her skirt so automatically that he didn't realize he was doing it. By the time the elevator reached the ground floor he had entered her again and fucked her against the wall of the elevator until she shivered in pleasure. When the doors opened she kissed him and slid off his cock and led him to his apartment where he dressed in casual clothing while she called a cab.

In the cab he fondled her until she came again and in the private booth of the restaurant she sat on his lap and rode him. She was insatiable, but he couldn't resist her urging him to fuck her. It was like she was using him to test her sexual equipment. With each entry, each orgasm and each titillating, tantalizing kiss and touch she grew more and more excited and more and more irresistible. At 4am in the morning when they had fucked in so many places that Gabriel felt that he was addicted to her hot pussy he suddenly realized what he needed to do. They had returned to the apartment and he pinned her too the bed face down fucking her hot pussy once more until it drizzled in a continuous stream then pulled out and guided his aching cock to her ass hole. She quaked with desire as he pushed his huge cock lubricated with her own hot fluids into her hot tight virgin asshole. He reached around and masturbated her clit and as she quivered in orgasm he slammed his well-oiled cock into her deep. She screamed wildly and he fucked her tight asshole ravishing her as she wriggled and shook, convulsing in extreme pleasure, The tightness and the eternal teasing and fucking had made Gabriel beyond hot, he was welling up like a boiler about to explode and within seconds of her third orgasm. He exploded inside her squirting repeatedly into her, pounding her as she writhed in unquenchable lust. Her hot pussy squirting and streaming with wetness her clit on fire, pussy pulsing with pleasure as her ass drew his wonderful cock into her sucking at his plentiful semen, emanating pleasure and heat in the after shock of their combined unimaginable gratification.




The Night Manager Ch. 02



The time following this was blurry at best for Gabriel. He estimated he spent weeks with her and each encounter grew more voracious more intense until he simply lapsed into a long exhausted sleep and awoke feeling drained and alone. The building was empty, the women had apparently moved to Europe for a fashion season for an extended period. Gabriel felt he was slipping into madness and called me, his psychologist to help make sense of it. And while I have helped him relax somewhat he still lives in the apartment block waiting for her to return- he was sure Angel would return he knew somehow that Stacy and Angel were the same woman. He wanted her more than life itself.



The Night Manager Redux



Synopsis of "The Night Manager" by John LeCarre'

Le Carre's book takes thirty five year old Jonathon Pine, who is trying to escape uncomfortable memories from his past, into an undercover venture to attempt to bring the "worst man in the world", Dick Roper, to justice. Pine is a man of many parts, and eventually falls under the spell of Roper's mistress, Jebediah. They fail in their mission to get Roper, and Jonathon is beaten nearly to death, but they eventually find solace in each other on a rocky pinnacle in West Cornwall, hiding from both their pasts. Pine's recruiter is Leonard Burr, a down to earth Yorkshireman who is dedicated to destroying Roper, and his ilk. 

The novel is one of LeCarre's most romantic, and is the beginning of his recent imaginings(?) of worldwide conspiracies among unlikely crooks. But I have always felt that I didn't read enough about the subsequent relationship between the confused, sensual, yet adorable Jeb, and the somber, multi-talented, brooding Jonathon.

Herewith, Whiff steps bravely into the vacuum. 

One

His romantic demon coveted desperately these occasions when she would return from a surrepetitious visit with her ailing parents. She always contrived to arrive at sundown, in time for dinner, and he always went full out. The mussels ala Mama Low, the steak au poivre, the carrot cake. And afterwards, the long sweet night with no demands on tomorrow's time.

Jeb had the uniquely english beauty which came in a package, a tall, slender body with surprisingly heavy breasts, long legs, and chestnut hair which she was letting grow in a vain attempt to hide her lovely, sensual features. "A reasonably good looking girl gets a lot of attention, Jonathon, and I was never terribly certain of myself, as you have pointed out to me on occasion. I do think I have a sensual nature though. I must say I never expected you to be such a good fuck, you seemed so well controlled. Oh my, that's quite nice darling. Quite........ahhhhhhh.......nice." 

When they first got to their little shack, two rooms and a loo, their love making was frantic and enthralling, trying to make up for time lost. Even though he was recovering, his stocky body healing faster than his damaged, pugnacious face, she would mount him as he lay staring up at her, his heart full of need, and she would smile as they climbed a ladder of desire they were still not sure they had. He would prod her self examination, and his own, as they lay gasping together afterwards, while she would worry that she was hurting him. He would reassure her, even though she did indeed touch the wrong places some times, but he found he didn't care. She liked to imitate the arch, high handed conversation she had practiced with Roper, as a way of showing him her disdain for a past that haunted them both, but quixotically nurtured the obsession they felt for each other. 

At least that was what Jonathon called it, obsession. He was somehow afraid to call it love, for not only did he fear his own understanding of their bond, he wasn't sure she understood it as something outside the usual affection she slipped into so easily. Jeb avoided even a mention of their feelings, instead letting him jibe her gently about little habits from the past, affectations which had become second nature to her, and as she realized their artificiality, she would bite her lip and whisper, "I'm trying darling. You know I am. And its working, don't you think? I feel much more, oh, open. I'm not afraid to show myself to you. Imagine, me, an aristocrat, with an army sergeant. Really, darling, we should invent a more interesting past for you. You could play the role of a Prussian cavalry officer and noble quite nicely I think. Though Jonathon, now really, you must learn to sit a horse. That would go with the story. A Prussian cavalry officer does not bounce."

There were certain times, however, when he couldn't imagine life without her. Although she was not a sailor, as he became well enough to take the twenty foot skiff out into the bay, she would sit beside him and squeal with pleasure when they were racing before the wind, tilted nearly into the sea. Her shirt plastered to those lovely tits, squinting into the spray, with an excited smile as she imagined the situation was dangerous, yet never seeming to be afraid. "I can tell when someone's good at something dear, and you are good at this." They would kiss as the wind whistled, and the salt water in their mouthes made the contact unforgettable. It was then that he thought about love.

But tonight was about lust. She had arrived a bit unkempt from her long drive, kissed him briefly, eyed the kitchen's contents, smiled her blazing smile to him, and said "I must shower and dress for you, my love. Give me fifteen minutes." But she would always take thirty, emerging from the bedroom in clinging outfits designed to provoke him. Tonight was a red strapless silk thing she had retrieved from home, he supposed. Her nipples, pubic bone, and navel were on vivid display. She walked in that longstepped way to the chair he was holding for her, put her hand on his face, and sat herself, wiggling her butt. Then she looked over her shoulder with her fuck me smile and whispered "Can you wait, darling? I think I can, but just barely." They had ruined a couple of meals when they couldn't.

But they ate a relaxed, elegant meal in the rustic confines of the small, yet well maintained cabin which had had a few improvements courtesy of the Whitehall budget of 1991. She told him about her parents, about a man she imagined might have been following her, and the lengths she went to escape him. She had written down the number, so that Burr could check during his next visit. He described a walk during which a couple of the locals, in their countryside way, had quizzed him about his relationship to Jack Linden, an alternate identity now wanted in several countries. "I visited three stores to find the meat. I wonder if Burr can bring in a good butcher." It was one of their jokes, for surely they owed their lives to Leonard Burr.

As she finished her second piece of cake, "Just a sliver, dear", they rose together and dumped their dishes into the small sink. He had the rest of the pots and pans already cleaned and put away, for he knew how intolerant she was of delay on evenings like this. He could hardly hide his erected cock, and she eyed it rather outrageously, then reached under her arm to unzip the dress. Her eyes hooded and she sighed as the bodice dropped to her waist, revealing those gorgeous breasts. They had another joke about moments like this, that her "aristocratic whore", or "oversexed duchess" persona emerged still intact. 

She had gained a little weight in their hiding, and it had given her figure a new voluptuousness. Her tits had certainly grown slightly, and her hips, in spite of her constant riding, were more womanly. She had never been self conscious, and now as she leered at him, with her chest exposed, the nipples stiff in the cool air, and her hips rotating ever so slightly, he felt that surge of need, attraction, and desire she had always caused, and embraced her roughly.

She grunted as he collided with her, then kissed him with open mouthed passion, gasping, as he pinched a nipple with one hand and the other held her against him. They were nearly the same height when she wore heels, and the kiss went on and on, comfortable, erotic. As always, his head spun as they stood there, wanting each other even more than twelve months ago when they had arrived. "Come on, Jonathon. You have a long night ahead of you. And let me warn you, there are no knickers under this dress, in case you hadn't noticed, but there is a tampon inside me. You know I can't get near you without getting wet, don't you? Yes I know you do, you naughty man." After that, conversation stopped.

In the bedroom, on these occasions, they had a routine which suited them and never seemed stale.

As she approached the bed, she pushed the dress down her legs, not without difficulty, and threw herself down, legs spread, well short of the head. She reached down, extracted the tube of the tampon, and threw it at him as he tore off his clothes. He caught it and sucked the juice which had indeed been absorbed in it. It tasted like Jed. His heart soared again. 

Her pussy had been shaved fashionably up to six months ago, but she had let it grow, as somehow more fitting for their rural retreat. So there was a thick column in the middle of a wispy triangle, though she insisted on keeping the area around her cunt lips smooth. He leaned down to smell her, seeing the wet, thin slice of pink seeming to wink at him, as he straddled her head. He heard her murmur "Jonathon", then felt her begin to suck in his cock, feeling little swipes of her tongue, as he licked up the gash of her cunt. Her hips jumped when he came to the top, and he raised his head to watch the clitoris extend, seeming to pop out of its sheath. He had always thought that with such a large, responsive sex organ, it was amazing she hadn't gotten in more trouble than she had.

He began to lick and then suck vigorously, for this would be her first climax of the night. She was incredibly sensitive when she had been away nearly a week, and her orgasm was not long in coming. His cock popped out of her mouth as she groaned and grunted, humping to his mouth while her torso twisted and writhed in passion. It went on and on, and after savoring the tart gush from her twat, he pivoted to watch her lovely face with the twisted smile she seemed only to get in the throes of her passion. "I always pledge I'm going to hold off, darling, like you do, but I can't seem to manage it. I mean its you, and it feels so good, and, well, it just is too strong to resist. You are good for me, you know."

Then they kiss, sharing her taste, as he caresses her heated body while she holds his penis lovingly. It is a small resting period that presages their next step, as he mounts her and their bodies merge, united in their desire. He dominates this time, stroking gently at first, feeling her encompass him, while she settles her legs on his calves to help her surge to him as they rise. She repeats his name constantly, and they share the wonder of their survival, and this glorious joining. She waits for him, whispering "Go ahead, darling, fill me, stay with me Jonathon, own me darling, own my puss, it's yours yours,.........yes , god, oh shoot it in me , ahhhhhhhhh......." Their completion is not as frantic as her first, but they are together, and it is long lasting, seeming to unite them in an overwhelming sphere of pleasure.

In his past, this had been enough for an evening, but she had changed him, holding him, cooing softly, keeping him inside her even though he had shrunk. "You recover very nicely, darling. I think there's an animal hiding in there, between the civility and the romantic. I know there is, I've seen it. I'm ready for the animal, Jonathon."He feels her cunt squeezing him in a rhythmic way. "I suppose you know you're rather big, don't you? But you don't think about it. I would love to see you, just once, parade it for me, show it off, advertise your masculinity. But even if you don't, my dearest, I know it's there. Perhaps that's what I can help you discover, while you teach me what I am. Aside from your whore, Jonathon. Always your whore."

They did not have a routine past this point, and one or the other would often seek some new ways of finding thrills. Their first experiment with sodomy, "My bum is a virgin darling, you must take it.", surprising them both with the pleasure they got from it. When he regained his strength, he liked to pick her up, and hold her while standing, or leaning against a wall, while she bounced on his rigid prick. The first time he had done that, after feeling the flood of fluid from her climax, he lowered her to the bed as she whispered "Oh Jonathon, my bull, god." She loved being on top of him, sometimes lying, sometimes squatting, opening and closing her legs.

Tonight, she pulled a dildo from its hiding place under the bed. When she twisted the end and it began to hum, he made a face. She smiled and whispered "Wait until you see how I use it darling. Its not a replacement for you, but a supplement. Did you notice my bum was greasy? I told you it would be a long night." Her smile was dazzling as she twisted to her hands and knees, and leaving the little plastic cylinder on the bed, pulled the cheeks of her firm, delectable ass apart. 

Jonathon gently eased his cock into her tight anal passage, burying it as she sighed. He leaned over her back, his hands covering her breasts, tingling as he began to fuck, her body tight as always but welcoming in some perverse way. Suddenly, he felt vibration, and even more tightness, and realized she had inserted the dildo into her foaming snatch, and was wiggling her hips fiercely as her groans echoed in the room. He found himself riding a wild woman out of her mind with spasmodic pleasure. Their passion seemed to escalate beyond control as they rutted mindlessly, minutes on end, lost in whirling passion. "My god, my god, oh Jonathon stay with me darling, aiyeeeeeeee.........."He could feel spasms in her ass even as he felt the dildo ejected by her cunt, as her cum boiled through her. He fought for control, but her climax seemed to be never ending, and he finally whispered "You've done it, Jeb, here I ....mmmmmmmm."

As he lay beside her after this strenuous hour and a half, their closeness seemed to him at its most intense. Though he had never said it to her, he thought their love making confirmed rather than consummated their relationship. She cuddled and wiggled, content to plant small kisses wherever was convenient. Finally she sighed, as she realized that her best efforts would probably not succeed in reawakening his soft member, and said "Well alright old man, that will be quite enough." Then she paused, and Jonathon's antenna went up immediately. She was going to make one of her pronouncements, something she had been thinking about, and wanted him to agree to. But it was actually something he could quickly, and gladly, agree to. "Darling, I stopped the pills last week. So it could well be that you just made a little Pine. I do hope so Jonathon. You can send me away, you can curse me forever, but I want a child, your child. I don't care if we marry, I don't care if you desert me, I want to raise your child and watch him grow." She never asked him what he thought about her pronouncements, since they were usually their principal topic of conversation for several days. 

But now he lay thinking that against all good sense, he was filled with a happiness he had thought unavailable to him. Suddenly, there might be a future. There could be a life of some normalcy. He could talk to Burr, perhaps some new developments might let them rejoin, in some tentative way, the human race. He turned to Jed and embraced her, feeling his cock suddenly stiffen into the space between her thighs, choking in his unfamiliar joy. "I would love a child, Jeb. Ours."

Her leg moved over him, and she reached down to insert him inside her. As her pussy engulfed his raging tool, and their mouthes locked together, he felt tears wetting his face. He wasn't sure whose they were.

Two

Two weeks later they were sipping coffee, both a little down. She had started her period the night before. He was, as usual, more stalwart than she, and talked instead of Burr's visit. "He seemed rather excited on the phone. I'm not sure what an Eton Don can do to rival his old life, but he would not have called out of school if something weren't brewing. And he's bringing Rooke. That's a sign." 

She asked "Mightn't that shakeup of the new cabinet have something to do with it? Perhaps our Leonard is back in favor. God knows he did in that bastard Bradshaw, with his own people."

Jonathon shrugged. "He might not tell us if he were, just spin out some story. He's all spy and a mile wide." She frowned at his contraction. But she brightened when he suggested a sail on the morning tide. Burr always came for dinner. Jonathon had learned his culinary trade very well.

"Oh let's darling. I brought a new bikini from home, and its a nice warm day. If you're nice, I'll take off the top for you."

Burr had to admit he felt a surge of attraction every time he saw Jebediah. She had never lost the kind of english gentlewoman enthusiasm she projected as she came loping down to embrace him, and shake hands with Rooke. But he was unable to work up any jealousy towards Jonathon. He had seen brave men, and foolish men, and talented men, but thought Jonathon the best combination of these he had ever known. He had feared that Jonathon would lose the capacity for illusion when he first escaped Roper, but time had given him back his imagination. Yet his smile of greeting was still the reserved, careful thing that only partially hid his independence. 

Burr knew he had no real hold on them. They were in fact totally devoted to each other, and to no other. Pine had a carefully hidden bank account, and her parents were going to leave Jeb a substantial estate. They were joined in the turmoil of the past, their intimate knowledge of each other's sins and failures, and their shared hate for Roper and his ilk. Burr had, through his contacts in the shadow world, arranged their false identities, though Jeb's cover was shallow. But they seemed content here in this rustic, remote hideaway, and he sometimes sensed that Jonathon was waiting for a chance to go to war once again. He harbored an anger that Burr knew to be fierce, and unresolved. He was counting on that.

But he bided his time with small talk and gossip from Whitehall. "They are still really overgrown adolescents, though Mrs. Thatcher did her job well. The market forever, and bugger any government interference. Rex is sort of coasting to retirement, but there are still a couple of believers scattered about. And he has me buried so deep no one can find me." They were still sipping cocktails, with Jed and Jonathon relaxing on the wooden couch and Rooke and Burr in chairs. From the first, Pine had insisted that Jeb always hear their plottings. "She must grow up, Leonard. And I don't want to ever surprise her."

Finally, as they gushed over Jonathon's "langoustine locale", the base for which he somehow contrived to trap in a local spring, Burr charged into the breach. "We've discovered that Roper has not exactly retired from the scene, old chap. To wit, he has charged a cousin of Lord Langbourne the job of finding you two. There is something a trifle mysterious about that, since the man lives within thirty miles of this very spot. I hope it is but chance, though that stretches credulity a tad, don't you think? Aha, but Leonard to the rescue, an old chum has prevailed on the minority leader for a sanction on said renegade. Possession of state secrets, etcetera. So what do you say, old man? As a favor to Leonard? A forty mile sail up the channel, a sniper's justice, a little message for the Roper camp?" Silence settled over the table. 

It was not quite off the wall for Jonathon, because Burr had occasionally averred to "little favors" which might come up that an ex-army, special force trained man could do for him. But this was a bald invitation to murder. It would not, of course, be Jonathon's first, nor his worst, though he had a somewhat strained and extended definition of murder. He sat there , staring at Burr, feeling his heart beat, sensing the abyss facing him, but with a fire of revenge burning bright in his gut. Before he could even sort out his feelings, Jeb pulled him from the table and into the bedroom, closing the door and pushing against him feverishly. She whispered savagely "I've met that man Jonathon. A true villain if ever there was one. Tell him you'll do it, that I can help you, and I promise you I will be your slave forever. Oh please, darling."




The Night Manager Redux



His mind strayed to another woman, asking him about his betrayal, his bold faced lie to her. One of his recent kills. With Jeb's body writhing against him, and her lips capturing his, Sophie whispered out of the great calm, "Do it, darling. For me, and for her too."

Which is how he found himself grounding the skiff on a sandbar near enough to a great manor house, with a breathless Jeb in tow, wondering at his foolishness, yet feeling the surge of pleasure to be at war once more. She had insisted on learning fighting skills with the knife she carried tucked in a sheath on her calf. "I mean, come now Jonathon, I'm not letting you go alone, and you don't expect me to go into battle without some weapons, surely. I already know how to kick a man in the balls, actually, so a knife is logical. An ideal thing for a woman, don't you think, kitchen utensils and all that?" She developed a surprising proficiency with the large jungle knife he gave her.

He carried the sharpshooter's rifle and telescopic site Rooke had dropped off two weeks before, "Cache it at sea, old boy, it will be very hot." His Hockler pistol was in its holster on his hip. The close observer was on the alert, searching the woods for signs of life, watching the woman for signs of fear, and both amazed and, despicably, pleased to find only anticipation. He slipped into the woods, not bothering with the night vision glasses Rooke thought necessary, the map in his mind, and the instructions always at the ready. "He'll appear around twelve, in his robe at the balcony. It's when he drinks his last brandy. You do want to be absolutely certain it's him, let Jeb confirm if she insists on going."

It turned out to be a rather easy shot. There was no wind, the woman who came out with him stayed well away, and Jeb whispered "That's the bastard, Jonathon. Mmmm, right between the eyes would be so poetic." They both watched, she through the binoculars and he through the sight, as the bullet exploded the regal visage, forever wiping the self satisfied grin away, along with most of the back of the noble head.  

The guard who came running up as they trotted down the path toward the skiff threw him into jungle mode, as he tried to push Jeb aside and drew his pistol, but she instead walked toward the hired gun, and in her most arch, gentile, upper class voice, demanded of the man "What was that shot? Has something happened? Answer me, fool, what in hell is going on?" With that she reached him, grabbed his head and pressed her mouth to his as she struck into his chest with the knife, and Jonathon saw her shoulder strain as she tilted the blade upwards to sever the heart's connections. He had taught her this tactic in a frontal assault, but her enthusiastic quick thinking again, despicably, caused a surge of admiration for her pluck, and affection. As she let the man collapse, her hips were wiggling, and when she turned and came toward him, her smile contained triumph, excitement, and passion. Jonathon thought what a truly dangerous woman she had become, even as she embraced him desperately, to give him the kiss of life that only moments before had been the kiss of death. Yet he clutched her wildly, his heart again full of her indecent, savage pleasure.

On the sail back, as soon as he let her rise from hiding and they tacked into a speedy quartering for the point, she ripped his cock from his pants, pushed down her own, and sank onto him backwards. In the warm evening, salt spray causing a tingling touch of chill, and the motion of the boat somehow aiding her hips movements, she came within moments of his insertion, and then leaned back whispering "Oh Jonathon, I have never been so happy, fuck me darling, I'll wait, but don't be too long about it." He supposed, at the end of the day, he had never had so many thrills concentrated in one evening. Uncharacteristically, as he came into her amazingly wet pussy, they both screamed into the wind, though only the sea gods could hear their song.

Three

They were aboard the "Iron Pasha", headed for the Mediterranean Sea. "Eh" said Roper, "the fuck you talking, Sandy? Shot with a rifle on his own balcony? Did he have enemies we don't know about? Screwing some randy wife?" Even as he said it, he knew Lord Langbourne was right, it must have something to do with his search for the girl. Burr was imprisoned in a tiny set of rooms at Eton, Bradshaw was in exile, convicted and shunned by his former friends, and Roper's empire still hung by its toes. The lawlessness of the middle asian nations where he had planned to flog the dope was scandalous, and substantially reduced his profit. He'd often wondered whether Burr had somehow caused some of those troubles too, but Darker assured him it was all under control, even though Darker himself was less secure under his new masters.

"Sit down, man, and calm down. Lets think this through. Wait, lets get Corks in here. " Shortly, Major Corkoran, former army officer, former intelligence officer, full time fag, entered breezily. "Has Pine written all over it, though he's getting logistical support somewhere, Burr I don't doubt. Really old man, we ought to get Darker to find them, wherever they are, and just put an end to it. Nothing Burr can really do. Use professionals, off shore types. Next thing you know that creep will come at us." 

Roper let his mind drift back to the pair, missing Jeb's sexy elegance, and even Pine's casual competence at everything. His mistake had been trying to use an empty headed noble, no matter how venal. "You're right, Corks. Let me get on to Darker, cut off his account until he finds them. Can't be that hard." Yet he felt a pang of regret for the two lonely lovers, sure they were at each other's throats by now. That woman could never manage without excitement, he thought. 

The woman in question, at that moment, was standing nude in the hatch of the skiff's cabin, her arms gripping the overhead deck, her heavy breasts quivering with the skiff's slight roll. Her newly shaved pussy ("They'll shave it for the baby anyway, dear") was pushed forward by her stance, and she was leering at Jonathon. "I really think last night did it, darling. It just felt right, women know these things. But just to be sure, love, why not put the auto on and come down here for a quick nooner?" Jonathon found himself constantly surprised by her ability to seduce him even in circumstances that were dangerous, and his inability to resist her casual carnality. But they were well out to sea, and it was a gentle wind, so she was right, the auto would do for a few minutes. 

She had demanded he teach her to shoot the rifle, which could only be done at sea. Otherwise, the noise would be heard up and down the Cornwall coast. She was getting rather good, he thought as he stumbled down the stairs, seeing her lewdly on display atop the table. He left his shirt on while he pushed off his shorts, and buried himself inside her, surprising her with his haste, yet bringing that erotic, burbling smile to her face as she took his weight. He muttered "What a horny, selfish bitch you are. You really have earned a spanking". Her face lit with anticipation, even as he felt her hips match his. "Just fuck me, Jonathon. You can torture me tonight. Actually, I may insist."

But Jonathon had taken some new precautions, little traps spread around at a distance from the cottage, trip wires that would both call an alarm and injure. Several shallow pits concealed by brush could easily seen by day, but were invisible by night. It seemed obvious to him that Roper and Darker would not take an assassination lightly, and he was not convinced of Burr's ability to keep their location secret. Shortly after their return from their adventure, once the glow had eased in Jeb's mind, he had sat her down and, sitting opposite her, spelled out the increased danger he was sure they were now exposed to, and also his reasons for wanting to stay here, rather than flee once again. 

"When they come, they will be sloppy, thinking we'll not be ready. If we can somehow expose this octopus, perhaps Burr can finally bring them before some law. At least, we may be able to trace Roper. You see this 39 foot sloop advertised in at Fallons? With that boat we could sail into the Med and perhaps come upon the Iron Pasha. I've asked Rooke for some C-4, we could blow him out of the water." Her face had assumed a grave mien, matching his serious expression, but with her lover's plan to take the offensive, her excited leer returned. 

"Just remember, darling, we go together. I shan't be denied my place at your side. If you die, I shall die with you, and either way we will know. Its not knowing I couldn't stand, Jonathon." So she was only momentarily surprised the night weeks later when he woke her with a hand covering her mouth. "They're here. Let's go." They slipped into the night, the world glowing green in their night goggles, she to the south, and he to the north. There were five and they were spread out, but as Jonathon had predicted, rather sloppy in their approach.

Jeb slit the throat of a bearded occidental who trapped himself in one of the pits, and Jonathon silenced two, one of whom he guessed to be the leader, bound and gagged at their rear. The other he dispatched with a garotte, a length of wire secured to two pegs, wrapping it around his throat. He had no pity for these paid cuthroats. 

The remaining two, wondering where their mates were but anxious for the kill and its reward, ("You can play with the woman before you kill her, all we want is her finger"), charged in the house, causing the lights to blaze automatically, and presenting themselves as easy targets for Jonathon's silenced Hockler. He carefully let one flee the house, shooting him dead on the stone veranda, while Jeb tripped the other, and once again plunged the knife through the rib cage and into the cold heart hiding there. Jonathon smiled, accustomed now to the enthusiastic savagery of her actions. 

There was a particular division of Scotland Yard which handled gang violence, and it conducted its queries with care. They took Burr's gentle guidance seriously, and soon were able to trace the source and means the villains had benefited from. Burr was brimming with enthusiasm several days later when he came to see them, and surprised to see a new boat moored on the beach below. "Well done, old man, keeping that bloke alive was a masterstroke. Things are aboil in Whitehall, and there are several rats deserting the ship. I think it shan't be long before we can clear your names, and find a more suitable home for you and your horses. Ummm, but what is that boat down there, Pine? It's a big'un. I hope this has nothing to do with that package Rooke brought down. What's that you say? Going to sea? Well of course I understand you feel safer there, but really old man, I'm sure we could arrange something. Yes, just off Gibraltar, and headed for Sicily. Just don't do anything silly, old man."

Four

Jeb huddled to his side as the boat slid smoothly through the sea, on the starboard tack she knew, feeling the incredible sense of belonging she always had when he embraced her. Not really that good looking, she thought, especially after those beatings, but the face of a good english bulldog. Strong, competent, without fear. She really did feel sexual heat anytime he was near, and thought she was finally getting him out of the shell he had built around his affections. He had told her about Sophie, Yvonne, and she tried to silently help him vent his guilty feelings. 

But more than anything, she wanted to bind him to her. She wanted to believe he would always be there, his huge fat cock always ready to thrill her, his sarcastic wit always ready to bring her down from some new flight of fancy. She had moments when they were making love, and she was soaring in that unique way he caused, when she wanted to scream "I love you Jonathon, and you love me too you boob. Get over all that garbage, keep fucking me, and admit to me and to yourself, we are meant for each other." She had missed her last period, and when he heard the news, his smile, it seemed to her, came a little more quickly, with a little less reserve. Yet he reacted the way he always did, thinking first of practical things. "Then we'd best get a move on, eh old girl?"

The big boat moved silently yet speedily, ten knots he had said, and the special outfitting he had had done in Plymouth was paying off. They had intercepted radio signals from the Iron Pasha which gave her position off the tip of Sicily, moving East at only a knot or two, as Roper entertained potential customers. "There was one Italian who snuck a feel of my tit every time I got near him, darling. Roper just smirked. You have my permission in advance to kill anyone who henceforth takes such grimy liberties. Failing that, I shall insist that you maim him."

The long range radar had not yet picked up a signal, but Jeb snuggled closer to him, the cool night making his warmth and strength an almost palpable stimulation for her. "Darling, I know we're close, and you have things on your mind, but you really must fuck me tonight. We pregnant women have hormones which are completely out of control, I mean, I have to have a steady hand with the rifle one of these days, and you can't expect a horny woman to shoot straight." He looked down at her, and lowered his mouth for a gentle kiss. She thought his smile was happier than usual. I suppose he's anticipating battle, she thought, but at least some of it is for me. She hugged him even harder, but of course he didn't flinch.

He always amazed her at sea, seeming to know when the wind would change, walking without touching the safety lines even though the boat could swing wildly. His expression was always that relaxed yet vigilant look he got under duress, and it moved her in strange ways. It was as though his masculinity reached out and burrowed under her panties, tickling her clit, making her wild with need. And lately, even when she knew she was pushing him away from something nominally more important, he would accommodate her, so she knew he would tonight. He would heel the boat over, set the rudder so they still made progress, then silently take her in his arms, staring down at her with those penetrating eyes. Often he would pick her up with that amazing strength, lead her to the forward cabin, and gently satisfy her. 

But other times he would grab her hair, bend her backwards on the after beam and push his hand down under her pants, fucking her with first two, and finally three fingers until she screamed in violent pleasure. Then he would pick her up, manhandle her to the small couch, and nearly rape her, satisfying himself, trusting her to accommodate him, which she always did with explosive results. These were often the times they would cum frantically together, which she thought rather extraordinary, and scream out their passion. She thought he only felt really free to express his rapture when they were totally isolated there in the heaving cabin, at sea.

They shared a sense of nearing resolution, a chance to grapple with the obscenities in both their pasts, and, finally, granted with new violation of the conventions of civilized living, bring their devils to heel. They had stated their intentions to each other clearly from the beginning: kill the bastard, and destroy his entourage. The plan was simple, and they talked, as co-conspirators, of the possible variations which chance might bring. But they both knew that a small misstep, a chance false step, or simple bad luck threatened the whole enterprise. Still, they shared a sense of needing this final inning, to climb to a clean slate, no matter the new ghost that might haunt them. 

"You will be sure the boy isn't aboard, darling?" He would. "You shouldn't take too much of a chance at Roper, blasting him to small bits is just as sweet." He wouldn't. "You feel you can manage the rifle, even with a bit of a sea?" She could.

But tonight she had vowed she would show him her love by debasing her body for him in a new way. He had acquired a taste for the dildo, the buzzing and the nastiness of it piercing his restraint. She fed him a meal while he steered, keeping to what he called a bowline, and rubbed against him as he ate. Then she strutted with her most hip swinging walk to the door of the hatch, loosening the string of her bikini bra, and flashed her tits at him. "Darling, I really can't wait. Now come along like a good boy, I have a surprise for you." In the dark it was hard to see, but she thought she caught a hint of a grin from him, as she pranced into the cabin. She had taken down the table and pulled the cushions off the couch to form a bed, and pushed down her thong. 

He came down to her after she felt the boat change course slightly, and stripped out of his shorts. She stood, arching her nude, voluptuous body for him, and whispered "We're going to do this right, darling, naked as Adam and Eve, maybe our last fuck." She minced up to him and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the muscular, scarred torso that made her gasp every time she saw it, thinking of the pain that he had endured, some of it for her. Then she guided his taut body to his back, that lovely thick cock sticking back toward his stomach, and engulfed it as she swung her hips over his head. They both loved to sixty nine, she because she always orgasmed, he because he loved her heady, tart pussy. 

Jeb thought it particularly memorable tonight, she could feel herself gushing into his sucking mouth. His penis twitched and leaked in her mouth, and she savored the little drops of juice he oozed. But then, as always, she lost control of her body, and soared into a wild climax that left her shaking with relief and pleasure. She knew she filled his mouth with her own fluids, and that he liked her taste, but he never said so. She took it for granted that he would be willing to now use her body. She loved to feel like his sex toy.

She twisted around to lie on top of him, their stomachs wet from the juices of their mouthes and her cunt. Their lips met and tongues dueled, the wildness she loved matched by his here at sea. She reached back and slipped his cock into her wet hole, sliding down so his entire length filled her. As always, the first entry stretched her, then became a sense of wonder that their bodies fit so well, Her hips began to writhe, she held his eyes, saw the passion there, and reached to the drawer right beside them. She pulled out the smooth plastic tube, slightly greasy from the soaked cloth she had wrapped it in, and inserted it gently into her rectal passage. He grinned up at her, as she wormed around on his body, 

Then she plunged the thing deeper than it had ever been, causing her some pain. "Jonathon, you take it. Plunder me with it darling. Hurt me, use me, whatever you want Jonathon, I'm yours, you know that, don't you? Yours to use, abuse, to humiliate, to violate. It's what we are, darling. Our bodies. Ummph." He had taken her at her word, as though testing her, and she smiled through the pain as he pushed the buzzing toy deeper and deeper. He began to fuck her ass as his cock stroked viciously into her cunt, and she lost herself in a miasma of pain, love, erotic pleasure, and finally, minutes later, a completion during which they both groaned in joy. 

She fell asleep, and awoke what seemed like moments later to find herself covered with a light blanket, and Jonathon, still nude, with his face glued into the hood of the radar. She felt a shiver. It's time, she thought. 

She held the rudder on a port tack around noon, as Jonathon, high up the mast, watched the Iron Pasha through binoculars. Then, with his wave, she spun the wheel left, and the mainsail snapped as they came around before the wind. As she was spinning it back to steady on, she felt his arms around her, gently keeping the rudder a little over, briefly. In her ear, she heard "You're learning, love. Soon you'll be arguing with me about sailing too." She spun about and wrapped her arms around his head. She put her soul into their kiss, humping her hips to him. She felt his hand dip into her black pants and begin fucking her wet pussy, and she arched to his hand to help him, humped twice, and drove herself into a snapping, crushing cum. 




The Night Manager Redux



When her head cleared, she discovered she had bit his ear, and drawn blood. But floating on waves of pleasure flooding her groin, she took the fatal step. "Darling, we're going to win. Have our baby. More. Live happily ever after. I love you Jonathon, and even if you can't say it, you love me too. God can't let us down, the sex is too good. I don't ask much. Just a fuck two or three times a day." She sighed, realizing the new ground she had trod, and clung to him. But her heart soared as he whispered "God, you horny bitch, I love you too. Now quit bothering the Captain and fix us a bit of lunch."

At two o'clock that morning, she wiggled provocatively into her black wet suit. He pointed out "You're supposed to wear a bathing suit under that, love." She leered at him as she began drawing up the zipper, and answered "I like the way it feels on my skin, darling. I think I look rather sexy, don't you? Kind of the dominatrix, BDSM thing. Well, lets be off then."

They were ten miles from the Iron Pasha, and in the inflatable with the quiet but powerful outboard, closed the gap to a couple of hundred yards in half an hour. "We can't get too close and get them alarmed, Jeb. At ten miles, we'll be just a little blob of a pleasure craft, no threat at all." He kissed her, smiled confidently, and slipped into the sea. She watched him though the scope of the rifle as he moved silently through the black water, then slid effortlessly up the anchor chain, pausing to be sure there was no one there. "You can warn me by firing at something metal. They shouldn't hear the shot in their lee."

She watched intently as he strode along the starboard rail, swiftly but, she was sure, silently still. Then he disappeared through an after hatch, and she knew the plan was to wire the explosives adjacent to the diesel fuel tanks, but she endured fifteen minutes without a sight of him. Then her heart soared as he appeared back on deck, but he headed for the forward living area, and she knew immediately he was deviating from their script. "He's going for Roper", she thought, "Oh you stubborn, determined bastard."

Jonathon came out the hatch pulling a gagged Roper clad in pajamas, and Jeb heard the platinum blond's scream even from her vantage a hundred yards away, She could see Jonathon whispering in Roper's ear, even as that great long blade knife plunged into his heart. Then around the corner came Corky, his pistol pointed, and without thinking, the female assassin squeezed off a shot. She watched as the familiar head exploded, and Jonathon held up a hand as he dived into the sea. 

She revved up the motor to race for him, and just as he came aboard, a muffled explosion roared across the water, sending a wave that nearly toppled them, and moments later, an enormous, rolling fireball as the diesel tanks ignited as planned. The inflatable flipped over, but was easily righted, they took a lap around the burning wreckage, but heard no voices, and there were clearly to be no survivors. 

As he headed back toward the sailboat, she began to strip off the wetsuit. Jonathon stared eagerly as her tawny, sensual body emerged like a butterfly from the dark plastic cocoon. She was talking throughout the sexy process. "Oh Jonathon, I didn't think, didn't feel, just squeezed, just as you always say. I remember thinking the head, so Corks can't pull the trigger. I think I had a little bit of a cum when his skull exploded. Oh this has been such fun. I love being here with you darling. Surely Burr can find us more occasions for such successful skullduggery. After the child is born, of course. Now let's get you out of that suit, old boy, you have a very aroused private whore to satisfy. And a victory to celebrate. That's a twenty year old Dom Perignon back at the boat, love. Oh do hurry."

Five

Sir Jonathon Pine, K.B.O.E., lay on top of his bed, his wife of fifteen years gently caressing his wet cock. He had been down in London for several days, and their evening had played out much as always, adjusted for their two teenagers. The cook he had trained had prepared an excellent meal, though "She never can seem to manage the saffron", said the former hotelier. 

Jeb was wearing the white two piece suit she liked to taunt him with, the short skirt revealing her bare tush, which she took pains to flash at him. Their children just sat there, Alexander at attention as he often was in the presence of both his parents, in spite of the time the two males had spent together while Jonathon passed on what he considered to be the essential tools of a young man who must eventually go out into a cruel and unforgiving world, and Rebecca simpering at her father, her cheesy grin signaling her understanding of the sexual tension her parents displayed. 

Even before dessert, Jeb rose and told her husband "Enough wasting time, old chap. You have your husbandly duty to perform, so lets get on with it. Hup hup." As she passed out of the baronial dining room, her hips swinging, the bottoms of her ass just visible under the wiggling skirt, Alex, the fifteen year old, blushed, and Becca, at fourteen, leered with doe eyes at her father. They climbed the stairs of her parents' old manor, which required a large portion of their joint incomes each year to repair and improve, and she stripped away her top, letting her amazing tits bounce for him. He had been sure when she had insisted on implants after nursing both children that he would object, but in the event they were even larger now, and lovely both to watch and to touch. She had refused to let him see her torso while they healed, and the night she finally revealed them, even his natural reserve failed him as he ogled their new size, fullness, and beauty. "I knew it, even you, the great stone face, are impressed, so much so that you're actually gaping, old man. Well come on then, have your way with me. And they aren't fragile."

So after the frantic, urgent coupling they always enjoyed after a separation, here they were, either taking a breather, or having a new pronouncement, or both. "Darling, we must discuss the children, more specifically their sex education. I gave in to that deplorable local day school, but I refuse to have my children stumble through their puberty in the same way we did, untaught, unhappy, and unlovely. They are both maturing very fast, I note you have closely observed your daughter's tits, in addition to her other assets which you may notice she takes great pride in displaying for you at the pool. I have had occasion to observe the size of your son's penis, which I assume reflects your genes, and the fact that he has been entertaining a rather stupid eighteen year old from the village out on the lake. This is no way for him to learn about sex, blind leading the blind.

So I have concluded that you and I must seduce our children, and teach them the essentials of sexual pleasure. Before you object on societal grounds, I dare to point out that you and I have broken any number of civilized society's rules on occasion. And when it makes sense, I shall not shrink from the more 

important duty to the future happiness of my children." She nuzzled in his ear, and squeezed his cock, the impulse to rise being fought desperately by Jonathon. "She has the cutest little blond puss, dear, and just a bit of wispy hair. She's broken her maidenhead with tampons, and for god's sake she took a ride home with a hulking great senior while you were away. That's what happens, you see. Some football star fancies her and confuses her about the sexual act forever, when what she wants is you, the father is always a girl's first love. Aha, you finally flinched. She'll be so grateful, and will have a lovely future, not spending time as a roundheel slut like her mother. "

They discussed the matter for fifteen minutes, but Jeb had thought the matter through thoroughly, and he eventually ended up conceding her point. "Fine darling, then we will drive down to Cornwall this weekend, and Alex can take me out in the boat, while you teach young Rebecca something about cooking, she shows no inclination at all in that direction. I suspect she shares some sexual genes with me, dear, and that has amused you lo these many years, so I am certain you will find her instincts suit you. Now then, you may notice my bum is rather moist. Your duties are not yet complete."

And thus Jonathon found himself alone with his daughter, her five feet of blooming, nubile blond loveliness encased in a very light sundress under which, he had noticed on their trip to his private stream in search of langoustinos, she wore nothing. She had been letting her young, swelling though not yet fully mature breasts swing about as they tromped through the woods. When they got back to the kitchen portion of the main room, she stood back as he tried to draw her attention to the sauce he used, and when he looked to her, a small tear was running down her cheek. "Daddy, Mom said....I mean, don't you want me? I love you Daddy, I want you to teach me, oh Daddy don't you want me?"

In answer, Jonathon embraced her and pressed her body firmly to his. His cock rose into her waist, and he felt her wiggle against it. "Oh you do want me Daddy, oh I'm so glad, wait, wait a moment." She stepped back and pulled the dress over her head, then leered winningly at him as she posed her naked teen age body for him. "Mom says I'm going to be beautiful just like she is. I hope I get her tits. Mine seem small, though boys do make a fuss about them. Mom says you're the best lover she's ever known, and that I should pay careful attention to everything you tell me. I think you and Mom are just the greatest, and this .....". Just like her mother, he thought, can't stop talking, as he locked her lips to his, exploring her sweet tasting mouth with his tongue. He felt hers battling, and suction as she tried to pull him even closer to her cool tanned nudity. 

He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, laid her gently on the coverlet, and spread her legs. He heard her sigh when he covered her little pussy with his mouth, and began the knowledgeable licking and sucking that always worked on her mom. She began to gasp, then her hips pushed at him, and she began to climax. Quick like her mom too, he thought, as he waited out her orgasm, his cock twitching on her leg. He felt her hand reach down and surround his member, and she squealed "Daddy, it's too big. Mom said my puss can stretch a lot, but oh my, this thing can't possibly , oh, oh, Daddy, oh it's going in, it really is isn't it, mmmmmm, thats it, oh go ahead now Daddy, it feels marvelous I....". He covered her mouth again as she took him fully inside her, and felt her gasping into his mouth, climbing toward release again, and he let himself go with her, thinking she might be sore when she finished. She grunted and humped even before he squirted into her sucking cunt, and as he released her mouth, she groaned "Oh that was so good, Daddy. I took all of it, didn't I? But it was awfully quick Daddy. You can do it again can't you? I can see why Mom says you have to love the person you fuck, or its just animal behavior. I do love you Daddy, you know that, and I can tell you love me. I mean not the way you love Mom, but......". He kissed her again, chuckling as he began to move his stiffening cock inside her. A running commentary, just like Jeb, he thought. As he felt her hips begin to move with his, he realized she did indeed possess her mother's instincts.

And thus three miles at sea, in a light wind that moved the old sloop gently along, Jeb cuddled her nearly naked body against her son. "You're almost as tall as your father, Alex. I found those panties of mine in your room the other day, dear, are you having nasty thoughts about your old Mum?" As he blushed, she giggled "Oh you are, aren't you. Darling I love you, and have nasty thoughts about you too. How far have you gone with that ninny from the village? She seems rather dull to me. A blow job, ahhh, but I suppose you're hoping for more? Of course you are, but I'm going to teach you a lesson today. Sex is hardly worth the effort unless you love someone, at least a little. Now in return for your giving up the village idiot, I'm going to fuck your brains out today, my sweet child, and anytime you get horny until you find someone your own age. I don't want you going through life counting coup about pussy, or sticking yourself into every hussy that spreads her legs for you. Are you as big as your Dad down there? Oh my, quite impressive." She rose and pulled off her bra. "Pull in the jib and come below, darling. We'll have a lovely old time." She heard him hurriedly winding in the forward sail as she minced sexily down into the cabin. 

She was surprised as he came to her that he displayed his nearly grown cock with some pride. Jeb had always wished Jonathon would do that, flaunt his manhood. Alex had reason to be proud, she thought as he entered her gently, an apprehensive look on his face. "You needn't worry, darling, it feels lovely and full, as though it belongs inside mummy. Now pump me with that lovely cock, pump that hot puss, a little faster darling, yes, yes, mmmmmmmmm.......... Oh darling, I came too, just relax, stay there, inside your mum, and let it get hard again, there you see, you're your father's son, that's the way darling, smooth, deep, oh darling I'll take you anytime, but do get together with your sister, she wants you too, you know, like that idea do you? Come on then, fill me up, yes, squeeze down just that way, agggghhhh...."

And thus two weeks later Jonathon lay on his back with Jeb atop him, their bodies joined and fucking lazily as they listened to their children in the next room. "That was very nice, Alex, Mum's been teaching you how to eat puss, I suppose. Now come here and fuck me, you brute, thats it, we can't dawdle, oh god, smooth like that, oh Alex that is nice, ....... Mom wants to suck your stuff out of me when we finish, darling, then she wants you and Daddy to do her at the same time. So come on, stud, fill me up, so we can get on with it. Mmmmmmph........." Jeb and Jonathon smiled at each other. She rose, twisted around to sink his lusty cock into her bum, and they waited for their newly educated son and daughter.

And thus Pete Hosken came to speak to old Mrs. Trelawney, the local guide to manners and etiquette, concerning hints of misconduct from what was now known as the Pine cottage. "And Margret says there's just the two beds, and on the weekend there's plenty of evidence they're not just sleeping. Those two handsome young things being misled that way, why we should tell the constable."

But old Mrs Trelawney scolded him sternly. "They've had a difficult life, damn you, and deserve their happiness and their privacy. Besides, you've no room to talk, after your sister. I take pride in the fact that our cooperation and circumspection has contributed to their happiness, and do not propose to stop making every effort in that regard. So shut up, Pete, and go home to Margret."

Which he did, for no one disobeys old Mrs Trelawney.

Interlude

Daniel Roper could remember his shock the night his mother awakened him to the news that his father had been reported missing along with the "Iron Pasha" in the Mediterranean. It had really been twenty four hours, and the authorities had found debris from the yacht near Sicily. A week later, Lord Langbourne, by a happenstance of timing ashore that night, visited to whisper to his Mum that he and his associates were certain that "That creep Pine had been the culprit, along with his father's enemy, Burr." Daniel, from his hiding place in the passageway behind the old stone walls of their manor house, heard the accusation against the man he knew as Thomas, who had saved his life on a Caribbean island, taught him to sail, to climb, and, in truth, to enjoy life better than his father. 

And when he heard their suspicions about Jebs, his father's former mistress, now married to Thomas, he had cried himself to sleep, remembering her sweet smell when she held him gently, his mind whirling with love, and perhaps, he later thought, a bit of lust. In the intervening years, he learned enough to know some strange things about his father, apparently rather irregular ways he made his immense fortune, and about the dramatic departure of Jeb and Thomas from his life. When he had sailed with his Dad the next year, there was a rather brassy platinum blond who had become his companion, but though she had a placid and easygoing nature, she was nothing like the sparkling Jeb. The two, who had, in that curious way that certain events become magnified for youngsters, made his life so interesting for a summer, were simply not present, and he was cautioned not to mention them in front of his father. 

His mother was never particularly interested in discussing his father, and he spent the next twelve years without much of a male presence in his life, as the rare visits home from his various schools included only glancing contacts with a succession of consorts. So he stared, with wildly mixed feelings, at the video tapes of Sir Jonathon Pine and his family made by the investigators he had hired recently. Thomas had aged, though still seemed fit, as he and Jeb walked hand in hand into a ballroom. She seemed just the same, her face unlined, vivacious as she greeted friends, and Thomas stood there with his stoic, reserved expression that Daniel still remembered.  

And then the scene shifted to a large sailboat, exiting a marina near Cornwall, where the report said they had a summer home, that they actually used year round. These were sharper pictures, still with a telephoto lens, but a bright sunny day. Jebs stood beside a young blond man, who Daniel knew was the son, Alex, now in his first year at Oxford, her familiar body in a tiny bikini, thong style. She had her arm draped casually on his shoulder, but there was a look of intimacy in their posture. 

The one who drew most of his attention was the fair haired girl who sat on Thomas's lap, her arm tightly around his neck, as she watched the sails and her smile seemed to light up the scene. She was a blond version of Jebs, but younger, the same slim, firm breasted, lovely body, her face so gorgeous that it compelled Daniel to watch again and again, as just before they exited the harbor and were out of camera range, she wiggled on her father's lap, and kissed him on the mouth with a sensual grin. He knew her name was Rebecca. Sandy Langbourne kept telling him he should hate these people, but he felt several very different emotions, as he rewound the tape and started it again. And his mind was full of the sensual look on the daughter's face, calling back his memories of a long ago summer of affection, of adventure, and confusion.

Six

Although it was a perfectly good office building, full of glass and chrome, efficient in the new way of easy access for the actual residents but requiring cautious security checks of visitors, Daniel had always felt his father's office was a trap for him. In it, he could not escape the Roper legend, which seemed to demand of him adventurous financial risks, startling new roads to wealth, and the casual greed all the employees assumed was his legacy. Nearing thirty, he sensed the disappointment many felt at his more mundane, conservative management of his father's holding company. 

He strolled through the right hand security lane, with a casual wave to the uniformed guard, and stepped into the open elevator waiting there for him, though it serviced several other executives in the building. As the lift rose to the top floor, he felt his anger rise again when he had demanded to see the current cost of the entire top floor of offices. He had mentioned wanting to see it several times, and it had taken a direct order to finally find out. The lease was up next year, and he cursed Sandy again for the rank waste of nearly five million pounds per year, just for a fucking office. Lord Langbourne was persona non grata in the offices now, though Daniel would usually consent to talk with him once or twice a quarter, for he still knew where some skeletons were hidden. Daniel tended to chuckle each time he used that phrase, since it was both metaphorically and, he suspected, physically true.