9 comments/ 35223 views/ 36 favorites Bree's Grift By: KnottLynnHardey Chapter One Brianna Morgan Long called herself many names in the course of any given day, but in her head she called herself Bree. She spoke to herself at times, the way most of us do. A typical conversation might go something like this. "Jesus Bree, are you really going to let him go down on you?" "As if I wouldn't! Hahahahaha!" "Well, why wouldn't I? It feels awesome. I don't give a shit if he doesn't deserve it, I wanna cum." "He has great shoulders from down there. But I can see his bald spot." "Is it wrong I think it's' cute?" "You are a pervert. You like these older guys." "They fuck better, duh!" "I hope this one does, anyway. I was getting so horny out on the beach." "Shut up, his tongue feels fucking awesome!" The current paramour lapping her slit was named George, he looked to be in his late forties. Not bad shape, all things considered, but he was handsome. A sort of George Clooney thing. "Wait. That's why I called him George. His name is French, isn't it?" "I wasn't listening." Then Bree began to moan as George worked over her clit with his tongue and she writhed in pure delight. These two had met less than thirty minutes ago. Bree had been doing yoga on the beach in front of George's hotel. After a period of stretching and bending in many provocative positions Bree had sat beside George on the beach and said hi. George had immediately begun to flirt with her as hard as humanly possible. He fired as many shots as he could in the hopes that something would land. Bree had stopped him simply because she didn't want to hear the timbre of desperation in his voice anymore. George was now fucking her with his fingers and she began to buck her hips, humping his clever fingers. Bree began to massage her breasts with both hands, panting as her body grew flushed with desire. "You weren't kidding I was horny. I'm totally going to cum. Fuck this guy is great." George lifted his free hand, the one not pressing hard on her g-spot and took over massaging one of her breasts. Alternating between grinding his tongue hard on her button and doing something she couldn't see that was making it burn with a biting sweet pleasure, George had Bree on the verge of climax. The thing he was doing with his mouth made her stop breathing after a few seconds each time it happened. Lifting up on her hands she peered down between her wide flung thighs and tried to see what he was doing. But he saw her movement, and she felt and saw him smile into her folds, and do the Thing harder. Bree tensed up as her clit flared with the most glorious feeling she had ever experienced. Thrown to her back, her climax exploded the instant her mind was distracted trying to discover what the Thing was. Focusing on her clit intensely she tried to dissect the mechanics of what his mouth was doing, and she forgot about pleasure. Paradoxically her pleasure fought harder for her attention. Her orgasm grew more powerful. As her mind fragmented into two parts, she lost any resistance to George's tongue and the miraculous thing he was doing. The part behind her eyes that tried to form thought failed, while her clitoris suddenly became a sentient being that beamed pure euphoria back up her spine. Gasping and panting Bree squirmed in delight until suddenly George stopped licking her and removed his hands from groping her breasts and plunging into her depths. Opening her eyes reluctantly, Bree huffed as she tried to regain her composure. She looked at George who was trying to stand up, but couldn't keep his balance. "Whaaazz happennnn..." George slurred. He staggered like a man powerfully inebriated, but he had only had two beers. Bree curled up on the couch and avoided his flailing hands. George looked very concerned, but also uncomprehending. Struggling for a few minutes George slumped, asleep on the floor, or at least he was so incapacitated he wasn't opening his eyes. He moaned and sniveled every so often. Naked, Bree stopped surfing Facebook, stood and put her phone back down on the sofa. She began to look through all the drawers in the hotel room and to open ever pocket on every piece of Georges clothing. When Bree found his wallet she discovered his name was actually Norm Chenier, hence the French thought. In the end she had found a thousand dollars, and had taken half of every dollar she found, rounding up when the bills didn't work. Hopefully Norm wouldn't even notice he's lost five hundred bucks. Bree's sincere desire was that all Norm remembered flirting with a gorgeous blond teen, with a perky as fuck body. The memory would be that- miracle of miracles this utterly adorable, little cutie pie had agreed to come to his room, that they had had some drinks and kissed. After he had fondled her a bit he had passed out and was happy to find money in his wallet and everywhere he had stashed it. Phwef, nothing bad happened. That was her fantasy, the loop she played in her head as she began her Grifts. Dressing in her tiny, faded pink bikini she made sure to arrange the small bottoms so that the front was loose and baggy, the back slipping up into her crack, exposing one cheek. She tied the teeny triangles of the top in such a way that the front sagged and her pale pink nipples peeped out when she shrugged her shoulders forward. She slipped on her flip-flops, tied her long, blond hair up in a top-knot, put her headphones on and plugged them into her phone, pressing play on her "vocal chill" trance playlist. Grabbing her yoga mat in its sling bag, she glanced at herself in the mirror as she walked out the door. Bree was twenty seven, but at five foot one and ninety five pounds she looked like a teenager. As a great cosmic joke she looked Innocent and Pure. The arrangement of her features, particularly when she adopted the role of a childish young woman, appeared to be the face of an unsoiled, unjaded young woman with no fear of the wide world. This was rather funny considering all the shitty things that had happened to Bree to bring this point. Here to the point where she robbed tourists for a few hundred dollars at a time and often had sex with them for no other reason that it made her feel good. It felt good to feel pleasure at all; it was noticeably absent most of the time. Not that she didn't live in paradise. "God I love these islands." Bree sang to herself as she walked out of George's hotel right out onto the beach of Wailea, Maui. Bree's family had moved here in the early nineties when she had been five. By the time she had driven her father off, after her mom died, she had been fourteen. If it hadn't been for the amazing climate here, and the abundance of tourists, Bree would very likely have died or had to become a hidden prostitute. The flesh trade in Hawaii was hard to see, and so much seedier than in other places, or so it seemed to Bree from outside all of it. It had been a very hard journey to avoid prostitution until she had discovered her most tried and true Grift. Yoga Girl was so simple it worked every time. Even now, after George, she was going to do it again, probably two more times today. Simply walking down the beach to the next hotel along the water front, Bree looked for a spot where a significant group of men sat watching the women on the beach. It was easy to find a spot in the middle of the area the men surrounded because few women were brave enough or unobservant enough not to notice the wolves drooling over the smorgasbord of exposed females. Feigning obliviousness, Bree unrolled her mat on a strip of lawn that separated the sand from the hotel lobby. Enjoying the EDM music, she kicked off her flip-flops and removed her sunglasses. Facing the mat toward the sun, high in the afternoon sky, she was essentially parallel to the hotel, giving the widest possible audience the best view of her body. That was why she chose this time of day for her Grift, the light made her look excellent. The Sun's angle was perfect to showcase her body to her audience, and marks were dopey in the afternoon heat. Starting with a Sun Salutation, Bree began to honestly do yoga. She had been practicing since she'd seen in on the beach years ago. The first form of this Grift was to let people give her free lessons. Now, over a decade later, she was very, very practiced. Bree was built like a pixie; tiny breasted, small-waisted and fine boned. This added to the youthful look. After her sun salutation, Bree began to flow through a series of moves that displayed her body to most provocative effect. Every pose she could think of that thrust her pert breasts up and out, she did. Bree's nipples often got caught, the hard points of them trapped on the outside of her bikini. When this happened Bree pretended not to notice and would stretch for as long as she could justify with either nipple exposed. Each pose that made her part her legs and expose her poorly concealed crotch she did as well. Bree self-consciously left a small tuft of trimmed hair above her pussy. The sides and lips she waxed regularly. When she did as she was now; lunging forward on one leg, pressing her hips far forward to stretch her hip flexor, her poorly fitted swimsuit would pull down and expose the top of the hair. Bree felt this was far more inciting to her marks, a little, tiny bit of hair showing, than being obviously bald. Her thinking was that if she had some hair men would feel more confident that she was of legal age. She might scare off a mark if he thought she were too young. Also the golden glint of her almost white pubes made her happy. Bree- "As if it isn't obvious." -was an exhibitionist. Sweating heavily now in the mid-afternoon heat, Bree did some much deeper, more serious stretches, taking advantage of how limber she was becoming. At one point, with her own face near her crotch as she curled over, she noticed the large wet spot on her bikini bottoms. "You little slut." She said to herself. "You've gone and told everyone you like this." "Well, fuck 'em. I am horny. And if they aren't- then they aren't breathing." "It's because of that orgasm. What was he doing to my clit?" "I wish I knew!" Clearing her mind of the distracting voice, and the watching eyes, Bree gave over to a real, spiritual yoga practice now. For a long period, that seemed like it might have been twenty minutes, Bree simply emptied her mind of all else, putting her body through a series of difficult poses that had her shaking by the end. Then she cooled herself down, aligned her body lying on the mat and lay in death pose to allow her muscles to absorb what had been done to them and to memorize the perfect looseness. When her mind returned to prod her to get to work, Bree enjoyed the feel of her body and tried to hear the conversations around her. That made her sleepy though, so she sat up, put on her sunglasses and took her stuff in a jumble to the verge of grass. Scanning as she walked, Bree selected a mark and sat as close as she could to a handsome and muscular Persian-looking guy who sat in swim shorts and sandals, pretending not be ogling her behind his sunglasses. Fumbling in her bag she pulled out her water bottle and as she twisted off the cap she looked around like she had just woken from a nap. "Oh hi." She blurted at the stud beside her. "Do you mind if I sit here, I didn't even ask, I was a little disoriented." "Are you okay?" "I was doing some yoga and I think maybe I over did it." "I saw you. That was serious stuff. You are gor-super flexible." "Aw. Thanks." She blushed, falling into the role of Ariana, her most successful persona for hooking hunky, young guys who expect to be admired by women. She drank some more water, giving him time to pitch his line if he wanted. He wanted. "I'm Zak." "Hah. Funny! I'm Ariana, we would never be next to each other be in class. Opposite ends of the alphabet." "Unless there were no-one else around." "Are you alone?" "Yes, are you?" He begged her to be. "Yeah. So I guess we can be next to each other now." "No-one between us." Zak let his face grow soft and inviting, peering over his own sunglasses with his dark brown eyes twinkling. It was really sexy. "Oh this boy knows how to play the game! But so do I?" Bree let her eyes grow hopeful and yearning. Zak's expression grew sharper, a predator with the scent in his nostrils. Weak meat. Long ago Bree had started watching movies as a way to escape a horrible home. She had dreamed of being an actor when she was young and foolish. That hadn't lasted long. Yet she never stopped loving the movies and doing her level best to act as well as the best movie stars when she worked her Grift. The trick, she's found, was to feel the emotion she wanted, then try and hide it from the other person. People usually try to present a mask, not wear their emotions on their sleeve. Bree would attempt to hide her feelings but fail, slightly. If she gave them a glimpse of what she was feeling they received it loud and clear without her putting on a show. She acted for herself and, slightly less so, for her audience of one. So now she felt the hope and longing of a young woman unsure of her desirability, but eager for attention, and then masked it behind casual indifference, which failed. It worked perfectly. Zak flirted with who he thought of as Ariana for just two or three minutes before her fake sun stroke impelled him to invite her up to his room. Bree had no problem giving in to her lust in this case, Zak was very attractive. He wasn't tall, maybe 5'7", but because she was so small he towered over her, no doubt loving it. Once inside she asked if he had anything to drink. He brought her a beer. "Oh. Cool!" she said, behaving like she was under 21 and unused to drinking beer. Glancing around nervously she took in his hotel room. She's been in similar ones hundreds of times so it was easy to assess Zak in an instant. His luggage matched, in three sizes. He was here for a while, had money enough to buy a set, or his parents did. His clothes confirmed his own money; shoes everywhere, and all nice designer brands in a wide variety. A pair for every occasion. The few items of outer wear she could see were all made of natural fibres and tailored. He was doing well for himself. That was why she chose this hotel. Rooms started at $400 a night and this was on the upper floors with a view. That scan took three quick glances from the items to Zak's handsome confident face, his excellent haircut, his sculpted personal-trainer quality physique, back to the room, and down to his shorts where she hoped his cock lived up to the rest of him. Using her own desire to fuel her innocent flirtation, Bree took every opportunity to touch Zak as he made her laugh or to make a point in the banal, stream-of-consciousness conversation they were having. Bree had been Ariana so many times in so many hotel rooms she didn't need to even pay attention to what she was saying. Ariana's story of being on vacation from Wisconsin with her whole family spilled out of her mouth in gushing, embarrassed fits and starts. All three personalities in the room found the story boring, but Ariana needed something to say to stop her from begging Zak to kiss her. Every molecule in her quivering, nubile, overtly displayed body yearned to be touched by Zak's strong, smooth, manicured hands. Carefully chosen as the perfect costume for just such an occasion, her bikini rode up her ass and crotch from all her squirming around on the couch, opening and closing her legs. Zak was trying to maintain his casual, confident demeanor, while his eyes roamed her body, unsure where to ogle next. His utter glee at the idea of plundering some virgin on holidays with her family was shorting out his brain. "Perhaps it isn't Ariana he wants? Perhaps, Bree, you underestimated your own appeal, your wit, your compassion. Or perhaps it's simply your fucking amazing body, or your adorable face? Look at him drooling over my legs. His hands are literally clawing his thighs. He can't wait to grab your little titties Bree." "And I can't fucking wait for him to either." "But do. Do wait. Virgin. You are terrified he will fuck you and terrified he won't. Remember." "Shut up, I'm going to faint in his crotch. This will be hilarious!" "Excuse me, Zak, I'm going to go powder my nose, okay?" she leaned over to pat his thigh, stood, bending over him and then smiling into his face she rolled her eyes up and went totally slack from head to toe. Falling forward, her face pressed down onto his obvious erection and she let her weight collapse onto his lap, her ass still in the air as it fell against the back of the sofa. Zak flinched then relaxed, pleased with her cheek pressing his shaft. Slowly languidly Bree rolled over onto her side facing the back of the sofa. While her face massaging his cock, her breasts popped out of her top as she used the couch to pull the material from her tits as she turned. Settling, she rested her head on his thigh facing up his body, his balls under her chin, her mouth an inch from his shaft. "I'm sorry." She pawed at his arm, groggily. "I think I'm fainted." She spoke like a drunk woman. "Don't move for a second. You got up too fast." He said. His hand stroked her hair, brushing it from her face. "I don't drink much." Zak laughed. "Beer can make you light headed." "I'm fine." Bree put her hand on his cock and leveraged herself up, bringing her face closer to Zak's. "I feel great." Tilting her head back slightly Bree gazed at Zak, her eyes heavily lidded, her mouth moist and softly open. She held his cock, but didn't squeeze, or in any way indicate she was aware she was holding it. The layers of this Grift were deep; Bree herself was as aroused as hell. Ariana was burning to be touched, but terrified of rejection. Ariana was drunk, sun stroked and far from home. Bree was a criminal who wanted to rob Zak. It was a complex situation, so Bree made it simple for herself. She took it one task at a time. Make Zak kiss her first. When he did moments later, her mouth exalted to feel the press of his thick lips. Now, she waited to use tongue until his did. After ten seconds of closed mouth, but delicious kisses, his tongue crept into her mouth. Panting now from true desire, Bree allowed his tongue to explore her mouth, passive for a few moments, and then she mirrored his movements with her own tongue, softly mimicking his kissing style. Mirroring quickly created deeper bonds with the mark. As Zak's passion grew his kisses grew more fierce. Instinct told Bree Zak was a top, and wanted a submissive woman. He had been a nice guy so far but he was a predator after all. That was why she was here, she'd pretended to be prey. Dialing her intensity to remain just below his, Bree kissed him, and more often allowed him to kiss her. Their tongues danced for a few delicious moments, Ariana finding his aggression deliriously perfect. Abruptly things changed. No longer able to remain cool and collected Zak erupted in a powerful wave of hunger for Bree. His hands began to run all over her body, grabbing her ass, massaging her thighs, opening her legs and pressing over her sex momentarily, then moving on to grope her breasts. It happened in seconds, zero to sixty. Stupefied by lust, and the joy of his hands massaging her flesh, Ariana whimpered her desire, helpless to aid in her defilement. From moment to moment Zak's hands moved from place to place, but always one was groping her breasts, massaging the bared mounds possessively. Bree's Grift Bree could feel the tension that had been building in him since watching her on the beach release as his hands explored her toned body. Zak made up for every moment he had not been able to touch her up until now by touching every inch of her at last. Surrendering herself to him, she relished the soft skin of his hands exploring her body. Each sensation was a new and wonderful delight for Ariana. His stronger fingers pried between her muscles, testing her strength, and then would ease up and caress the silken softness of her skin. Pinching her nipples, Zak allowed his darker side to emerge, and Ariana whimpered, her brow furrowed, unsure if this pain was also pleasure. Zak untied the strings of her bikini bottoms and exposed her dripping wet slit to his avid gaze. Her trimmed, blonde hair was damp from her juices and her light pink lips unfurled for him. Deftly Zak began to massage her clit lightly. Ariana jumped from the sudden invasion of her unspoiled sex. Her eyes found his, asking if he was going to be kind? He smiled softly, showing he would, but his mouth smirked sensuously, a cruelty surfacing. Bree was happy, she liked it rough. Ariana didn't recognize it. With the lightest of touches Zak tickled Ariana's clit making her tremble with delight and anxiety. His other hand still pinched her nipples; now hard, now lightly, twisting them slightly. Bit by bit Zak increased pressure on both ends. As he pressed her clit harder, bringing her more and more pleasure, he pinched her nipples harder and harder bring her more pain. Gasping with each increase in pain, Bree/Ariana lifted her hips to gain more pleasure, accepting the pain as her due. Falling into the role further, Bree allowed Ariana to find her own way through the next few moments, not letting her own predilections for kinky sex soil the experience for her alter ego. Bree loved rediscovering sex every time Ariana was seduced for the first time. Bree saw clearly what was happening in Zak. Bree had long ago mastered reading a person. If she had not become adept at seeing a mark's intentions she would long ago have been arrested, beaten or killed. That she was still free with no criminal record proved her skill. Zak had some level of hatred for women, but he wasn't a total asshole. He wanted to take this opportunity to punish Ariana for getting him so excited on the beach. But he was in awe of her beauty as well, so he didn't want to damage her. Moving his fingers from her clit, Zak plunged one finger deep into her pussy, curling it around to her g-spot. Twice in less than an hour Bree had her pussy fingered gloriously. Humping her hips up to meet his fingers she fucked herself for him, while Zak mercilessly squeezed her tender nipples. Ariana didn't understand this mix of pain and pleasure, but the pleasure was far too amazing to stop for this amount of pain. Eager to please, she did much of the work for him, lifting her hips to give him greater access to her inner depths. Still fucking her with his finger Zak stopped hurting her breasts and leaned over to kiss her mouth. Ariana was so grateful for an end to the pain she eagerly accepted his mouth and kissed back, hungry for affection in this confusing situation. As her hips humped, almost of their own accord, the two lovers kissed, tongue's swirling as tension mounted. Ariana felt an orgasm building in her pussy and moaned her need into Zak's mouth. Gripping her neck now, he lifted her head to his mouth and kissed her harder, his own passion taking control. Lifting her from his lap, Zak stopped kissing Ariana and told her to get up. Standing on shaking legs, her climax hovering near, but unreleased, Ariana assessed herself. Her bikini bottoms fell away as she stood, the string untied, the bottoms now useless scraps. Her top was pushed to the side, lifting her meagre breasts to his gaze, and she panted heavily from the arousal that fogged her mind to consequence. Zak pulled off his shorts exposing a fine looking cock, of six or seven inches, and with a large purple head straining toward her. Now that he was naked, he ceased pretending he was nice. He let his aggression spill out. "C'm'ere." He demanded. And rather than wait reached out, placing his fingers around the back of her neck and pulled her to him. He kissed her some more, not letting her tongue enter his mouth, but rather forcing her to accept his invasion. His free hand pulled her bikini off her top, the straps biting into her skin as he clumsily stripped her while devouring her mouth. Gasping at this treatment Ariana froze, uncertain as her lover changed. Bree thrilled to be so forcefully seduced, but this was Ariana's experience so she allowed the fear to remain present. When her top was gone Zak gripped Ariana's neck tighter and tilted her head back, kissing her neck and working his way downward. The lower he kissed the more he tilted her. Holding her upright with one arm he showed his strength as he held the small woman in a low dip and his mouth found her breasts. Awkwardly off balance, holding most of her weight on one leg while dangling from his hand on her neck, Ariana gasped as Zak began to suckle and bite her nipples. Like before the mix of pleasure and pain confused the young woman. Just as her nipples began to burn under his soft tongue swirling around the tight, hard flesh, his teeth would nip her and she would wince and whimper, the pain shocking and frightening. Zak's free hand plunged once more between her legs and drove deep into her sex, two fingers invading her and making her moan. No longer seducing, now ravishing, Zak fucked Ariana hard and fast, his fingers rapidly plunging in and out of her dripping slit. Crying out the mix of pain and desire, Ariana wailed as her climax suddenly erupted and surprised her. Clenching her legs and clinging with both hands to his torso, she dangled in his grip as his mouth and fingers drove her over the brink of her pleasure violently. Straining in her awkward pose, Ariana quaked from head to toe as her body exploded from tension and delight. Gasping, she wailed as her body clenched. Then, in the midst of her deep pleasure, Zak began to bite her nipples still harder making her scream once, then tamp down on the noise as Zak's thumb rubbed over her clit making her cum harder. Grunting, her lips clamped shut, Ariana attempted keep silent as her body was ravished with delight and tormented by needles of pain. Soon it proved more than she could bear and she collapsed her legs giving out as her body grew weak from pleasure. Zak lowered her down and she fell to her knees before him, panting in her extremity. As his fingers ceased their invasion her pussy throbbed with aftershocks. Before she had caught her breathe Zak began to stroke her face with the hot shaft of his cock. Passing the soft skin over her features he caressed her visage, the sponge-like knob of his member stroked over every inch of her face. Even Bree had never had any man do this, and she found it powerfully erotic. The possessive, hypnotic quality of it made her tremble with echoes of Ariana's orgasm. For her part Ariana was stunned from her climax, which is why Bree was alert and processing. Diving back into the character of Ariana, Bree basked in the powerful attention Zak was focusing on her as he ritualistically fucked her face with his silken rod. When Zak pressed the tip of his prick to her lips Ariana opened her eyes and tried to understand what was required of her. She puckered and kissed his head. Zak smiled, and with his tool well in hand ran it back and forth across the groove of her mouth. When Ariana tentatively opened her lips, unsure if he wanted her to begin sucking him, Zak moved his tip away and stroked the length of his shaft across her cheek. For suspended moments Zak seemed to calm himself as he gently, sweetly caressed her skin with his manhood. Then he did the same thing with his balls. Accommodating him, Ariana lowered her face and tilted her head back as he stroked his scrotum across her skin the same way he had first the head of his cock then the shaft. It occurred to Bree that he was marking her in a manner. Using the whole of his sex organ he seemed to memorize the feel of her features for some unknowable reason. The one thing she knew Bree found it fucking sexy as hell. "This guy is a fucking pervert." "I know. It so hot!" "I feel dirty." Ariana whispered into Bree's mind. That shocked Bree. Ariana had never spoken inside her head before, not this deep. "I guess we are kinda crazy after all." "Right!" "I mean, my job is insane. Fucking these random guys is insane. And getting so far into character when I'm grifting is super psycho." "Yeah, but it keeps us alive." "Us?" "You." "No. Me." Now Zak pressed the tip off his cock back on her lips and wiggled it slightly. Ariana opened her lips once more, tentatively. When he pressed forward she opened wider and let him press his way in. Taking his cock as far inside her mouth as she could, she tried to lick his shaft wherever her tongue could reach, just as she had with his tongue when they kissed. Moaning appreciatively, Zak circled his hips slightly as he explored being inside her face. With one hand gripping low on his shaft, and one pressed lightly on her head, Zak now explored the inside of her mouth the same way he had done her face. Moving his knob with his hand he pressed his cock-head to every surface he could reach, while her tongue gently, and at the same pace he moved, tickled around his member exploring him while he explored her. Then, without warning Zak began to fuck her mouth. He put both hands on her head and held her immobile. Driving his cock deep to the back of her throat, he gagged her a little, then pulled back until his knob passed most of the way out of her lips. Instinct told Ariana to keep her lips compressed around his cock, and when he began plunging in and out, over and over, she maintained the seal as best she could. As her mouth began to fill with saliva the sensual feel of his manhood in her mouth grew more salacious and Ariana's lust bloomed once again, her fear replaced by an eagerness to please. In a few short minutes the naïve young woman from the mainland learned that she enjoyed being a submissive lover. Bree smiled inside, knowing that in most cases Ariana always made that choice because Bree wanted her to. The rest of the encountered played out like a fantasy, because Bree was a master storyteller. With every passing moment Bree shaped their scene, adapting to any desire Zak evinced. As passively as she could, Bree guided Zak when he didn't know himself what he wanted. Starting when he couldn't stop himself from fucking her face, Bree nudged him where she intuited he would rather go. He was torn, she could see, between wanting to cum and wanting to prolong the encounter and do more to her. Perceiving his dilemma, Bree relaxed her lips and when he pulled back she allowed him to fall from her mouth. When he pressed forward once more his shaft slipped across her cheek leaving a smear of her saliva. A small grunt as sensation changed brought Zak back from the brink of climax. Looking down, his eyes focusing back on her face, he took hold of his cock and now smeared a wet member around her features. Anointing her in her own spittle, Zak once more ritualistically stroked her entire visage with his slick tool. When he grew dry he plunged back into her drooling mouth and coated himself once more in moisture. Over and over he fucked her mouth, humping in and out a few times until he felt himself bathed enough in her spit, then he would continue soaking her face in the bubbly froth. Ariana was fascinatingly repulsed by this messy benediction. Her body thrummed with warm tingles of arousal while she quailed at the repugnant nature of this dubious purification. Soon drool drizzled down her cheeks in runnels, tickling her neck, passing down over her collar bones and rolling down her breasts to drip off her quivering nipples, to fall on the tops of her smooth thighs. Spattered with her own saliva Ariana relished the sordid mess, because she could see how much delight Zak was getting from it. Bree didn't want him to cum yet, so she sunk lower and began to lick his tightly compress scrotum. Immediately Zak began to smear his balls around her spit soaked face, returning to the ritual as he bathed his sack in her drool. Sliding his balls every place he could reach, He squatted over the pretty little blonde and tea-bagged her utterly. Ariana lapped at any available flesh she could reach, her tongue licking his thighs, buttocks, balls, shaft and even for a time his anus. It shocked Zak when she did that, and admittedly it was more Bree than Ariana, but Zak wasn't that kinky, or something because he moved his asshole away pretty quickly. Ariana didn't mind, the musky taste was a little strong for her. When his entire groin was soaking wet with her spittle, and her face was a glistening mess, Zak took a handful of her hair and lifted her to stand. Then using her hair like a leash, Zak guided her to the bed. Tossing her to the mattress, Zak toward over her and Ariana trembled with extremity. She was powerfully aroused, but she held her legs shut, worried that he might hurt her. The God above her was merciless, however. Zak pried open her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh. Mindful of bruising Bree resisted just enough to make him hot, but not enough to make him angry. When he had her legs spread wide, Zak pulled her to the very edge of the bed and gaped at her oozing wet slit, with its matted blonde hair soaked with her ample juices. Taking hold of his member Zak aimed it at Ariana's slot and pressed his tip to her clit making her jump and whimper. Aching to be filled, Ariana implored him with her eyes, but said nothing. Biting her lip and looking uncertain, she lay still, her breathing rapid. Then he shoved himself in and Ariana climaxed instantly. Cumming, hard, she clenched and wailed as Zak fucked her deep and fast. There was no grace to this, no teasing or titillating. It was raw animal lust, and it made her cum like a geyser. Zak pillaged her body for his own pleasure, caring nothing for hers. Slamming unmercifully into her tightness, he delved into her depths like a starving man seeking sustenance. With both hands on her thighs, holding her down, forcing air from her lungs with each powerful lunge of his hips, Zak pounded down into the tiny woman beneath him. This was exactly how Bree liked it, and Ariana found it exhilarating. It was terrifying being used like a rag doll, but it meant she could give over to passion and simply cum over and over. There were no changes of position, nor any effort to hold back his orgasm. Zak simply pounded into Ariana for all he was worth. Dimly, Bree realized she needed to stay present or she was going to wind up with a pussy full of sperm. As delightful as that would be, she loved being full of cum, she was certain Zak would adore cumming on her face. Ariana suddenly spoke, without Bree's prompting, which was a little disturbing, "Please. Cum on my face." Her voice was small, meek, and strained as she fought another wave of orgasms, but she got it out and he heard her. Immediately pulling out, he stroked his cock as he reached for her. Ariana sat up and took his pussy stained prick between her eager lips. The musk of her own juices filled her mouth with their pungent flavour, and she came harder than ever before. One hand entangled in her sweat soaked hair and one jacking his shaft, Zak quaked with impending delight. As Ariana gobbled his knob, urging him to cum, Zak strained toward release. When it came he made a grunting noise deep in his throat and pulled back, shooting his load on her upturned face. As spurts of sperm cascaded over her, Ariana held her mouth open, hoping to taste this mysterious fluid. Thick gobbets of hot jism rained down all over her skin and onto her outstretched tongue, making her cum harder still. Ariana thrilled to be soaked in sperm. The sordid delight she took in being defiled gratified her neglected soul. When the deluge subsided, she retracted her tongue and finally savoured the tang of his sperm. Trembling with bliss, she fingered her clit and climaxed while licking her lips and face for as much of this strange taste as possible. When he was done cumming, Zak began what Ariana had perversely hoped he would do. Zak began to paint her entire face with his thick white spunk using his cock as his brush. Sitting still, trying to keep her face presented to him, Ariana fingered herself and prolonged her orgasm the entire time her knew god baptized her in his own essence. The profound nature of this deeply intimate ritual made her orgasm achingly sweet. This wasn't the animalistic frenzy of moments before. Her heat stilled, and love bloomed as Zak serenely consecrated her with his sceptre and seed. Once again tip, shaft and sack, he caressed her entire face with the whole of his sex, his sperm staining every inch of her gorgeous features. Then, it was done. Ariana was a smeared mess, his cock coated in a sticky white film of spooge. Without needing prompting she began to cleanse him of this mess, licking him and removing any taint from his mighty wand. Bree was delighted at Ariana's devoted abasement of herself. Bree usually submitted with a grin and a giggle, playing the game of being a bottom. Ariana however, in this incarnation, would demean herself in every way if it meant Zak would make her feel this good. Service meant satisfaction. Using her tongue to clean him thoroughly, Ariana knelt at Zak's feet as he towered over her. When he was at last shiny and clean, but still hard, he sat on the bed and gazed at her filthy with his mess and wholly his to use as he saw fit. Bree saw that he was momentarily frozen with options and she offered him a way out. "Would you like a drink?" He was relieved to have a moment to gather his wits. Robbed of his intellect by the powerful offer of her willing submission, Zak nodded as the most desirable woman he had ever encountered gazed at him bathed in his sperm. Lithely, Bree rose to her feet and went in search of refreshments. The mini-fridge had beers and she took one and found an opener. When the bottle was open she executed a well-practiced maneuver; turning away from him she twisted a gem on one of the rings she wore and the fake stone slid to the side, opening a hidden chamber. The chamber held a collection of tiny pills, one of which she tipped into the beer gracefully. It sunk to the bottom and immediately began to dissolve, the bubbles mingling with the carbonation of the beer. Completing her turn, now facing Zak, she used the neck of the bottle to press against the stone and put the gem back in its original setting. The whole task taking no more time than it took her to make the turn. Now the roofie was in place and Bree minced back to Zak, adopting Ariana's walk and insecure seduction. Kneeling at his feet, she offered him his drink and allowed his eyes to rake over her body. Drinking deep, Zak had exerted himself a lot, he stared at her, wondering what to do to her next. Wanting him to finish the beer, Bree lay her head on his thigh and sighed, dreamily. Relaxed and radiating calm satisfaction, she encouraged him to take his time and finish his beer. She wasn't going anywhere. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she snuggled his legs adoringly. Ariana was not as present as she had become earlier. Since employing the roofie Bree felt Ariana retreat, unhappy that Bree was going to rob the younger girl boyfriend. Bree's Grift "Okay weirdo, take it down a notch." She said to herself, and maybe to the emerging personality starting to lay claim to space in her brain. After a few moments, while Bree reclaimed her mind, Zak shifted as he put the beer bottle down beside the bed. Bree looked up at him with Ariana's eager cum-covered face while she began to get excited. It was a thrill to try and pull off an orgasm before her mark passed out. Taking Zak's semi-hard cock in her hand, she began to stroke him back to fullness while letting him stare at her sperm stained features. His prick twitched in her hand as he looked at her. Clearly he found her defilement arousing. Luckily, so did she. Leaning in, she began to suck his cock adoringly, and in no time at all his manhood hardened from her worship. Mesmerized by the feel of his hot, smooth flesh beneath her tongue, she caressed him so joyously that she lost track of time. For whatever reason, not enough food, a stronger dose than usual, Zak passed out on the bed far sooner than Bree had hoped. She was working him over good, stroking his pole and tickling his nutsack as she bobbed over his tip, when he flopped back on the bed with a deep sigh and she realized he was gone. "Shit! I really wanted him to fuck me some more. I haven't been power fucked like that in ages." Scrambling up on top of him, she sat down on his cock and drove herself down onto him using his manhood as her own sex toy. She didn't get to cum but she felt a warm glow of pleasure inside until his cock softened too much to feel good. "Aw fuck." Denied her release, she lay beside him and masturbated until she achieved her elusive orgasm, but it was not as satisfying as she desired. Sweaty and frustrated she began her search of his hotel room. It was a disappointing haul, but better than nothing. She took two thirds to offset her disappointment and hopped in the shower to clean off his sperm. Refreshed and in a better mood she dressed in her skimpy swimsuit and grabbed her things. Then with one last kiss to the tip of his cock, Bree traipsed out of the room, scanning for any sign of her presence and finding nothing that would link to her. It was another glorious evening and Bree found her bicycle locked up where she had left it. Unlocking it and straddling the seat, her inflamed pussy ached as she ground her clit down onto the seat. She was still really horny. Riding along the roads, she took a circuitous route to the many places she stashed her money. Bree had four identities and four safety deposit boxes, one in each name. The first name was her mother's. The mail continued coming after Marie Long had died, so that had been simple. Bree had applied for credit cards, renewed her mother's license and fiddled around with lies and deception until she had created a thorough profile for herself with photo ID and everything, using her mother's name. Terry Marshall, her step-father had more bills than anything, but a few careful, and patient applications and within five years Bree had another identity as a female Terry Marshall, who had no debts and a photo ID as well. The forth was a younger sister that didn't exist. That identity had cost money and taken longer to create, but in the end there was a 21 year old girl that looked an awful lot like Bree just waiting to use her new passport and driver's license. In each safety deposit box she put one fifth of her earnings, and she kept another fifth for her spending money. Bree didn't live large, but her saving were huge. Years of weekly scores had netted her enough money to dream big, but the con was more fun than any of the dreams, so she still played the game. Finally home, Bree smoked some pot, showered, and dressed for an evening at a friend's place. Life on Maui was relaxed and fun. Bree was having the time of her life. Chapter Two Waking up the next morning around eleven, Bree stretched as she lay naked in her soft sheets. Last night she had been restless at Marcie's place. There were no men that excited her there and she was feeling frustrated from last night's balked orgasm. Also there was that Thing the guy had done with his tongue. "What was that?" Growling she tried masturbating but it was insufficient. The fun she's had rediscovery rough sex as Ariana had gotten her excited. Bree wanted a wild night of dirty, grindy sex with a strong partner who had stamina. That called for the right outfit. As she rode to the beach on her bike, cars periodically slammed on brakes as distracted drivers nearly had accidents around her. Men called from windows, sidewalks and patio bars. She smiled and ignored them, pleased with the reactions. As she picked the spot she was going to do yoga, she hid her smirk as she unrolled her yoga mat and kicked off her sandals. Her bottoms were nude coloured pantie style bottoms that hugged her skin in a perfect mold, showing every detail of her sex, including the twists of meagre pubic hair. On her bike she had appeared to riding bottomless the bikini was so small and so perfectly the colour of her skin. The top was a shredded, backless t-shirt design that clung over the nipples in tight triangle patches, and thin, clear plastic straps over the neck and around the torso. The straps were meant to not be seen except from up close. The "t-shirt" was also flesh coloured and shredded to expose everything beneath, except the breasts. Those were meant to play peek-a-boo, with the flesh coloured lycra patches over the nipples. An observer could not help but assume she was bottomless with a vest of a t-shirt over her bare breasts. Even long observation from too far away would not convince a by-stander that she wasn't basically topless. The fact that her groin was one uniform colour gave away the bikini bottoms, but once again only after prolonged investigation. Thus Bree was the object of much of attention as she began to stretch through her yoga routine. Today she was more overtly flirty. She wanted attention and didn't care if anyone knew it. The type of guy she hoped to grift would be a bit of a dirt bag, to increase her odds of having some raunchy sex. Actually, the sex was more on her mind than the grift today. By the time she had displayed herself lewdly to the whole beach, her skin dripping with sweat, her muscles loose and her pussy eager to get pounded, Bree was focused in on two potential marks. One was ridiculously good looking and young. He made her pussy throb. The other was old and looked really rich. He had classy gold rings and a very nice looking watch. He made her greedy heart thump. As she settled into her final series of moves, the ones she usually used to settle into actual meditation, she allowed her mind to relax and stop struggling to choose which of the men she would go sit next to. Instead she focused on her body, releasing any tension she felt anywhere in her toned body. Muscle by muscle she eased her body into total relaxation until she felt light and free. Then returning to her surroundings she found that the older guy was gone. That was a surprise. He had been drooling over her since she walked up. Bree had been utterly confident in bagging him. The gorgeous hippy kid had only made her want to fuck. Pleased that the choice had been made for her, Bree rolled up her yoga mat and wobbled over the sand to sit near the gorgeous hippy. He had a loose topknot of sun-kissed brown hair tied on top of his head, a beard perfectly trimmed to look like he never spent time on it, and tanned skin, covering sculpted muscles. He wore a pair of loose Thai boatman pants, had a pair of Birkenstocks on, and wore Oakley sunglasses. He was a middle-class hipster on vacation, not a back-packer. This boded well. "Namaste." He said and nodded to her as she sat. In an instant Bree knew her which identity to adopt. Jennifer Marshall-Long, Bree's imaginary sister is a raver, surfer, and hippy who longs to see the world, but can't get off the islands, travel being too expensive. She smokes pot and believes in free love, is an environmentalist, feminist, and essentially a nymphomaniac. In other words she is young, confused and horny. "Namaste." She replied in the traditional acknowledgment of one soul seeing another. It was a great opening from him. It implied a lot, like a secret code, except more and more people were initiated. "That was a great looking practice you just did." He had piercing blue eyes, peering over his sunglasses, and gorgeous lips peeking out from under his mustache. "Oh, thanks. I was a little distracted for a lot of it." she looked up and down his toned body. He sat loose limbed and relaxed, also a yoga practitioner, but he also worked out in a gym or something. His muscles were sculpted, and of a size indicating more than surfing or yoga. He watched her glance at his body and smiled with his eyes, soaking up the appreciating of his efforts. Then he pointedly looked her up and down as well, the ogle blatant and provocative. He was going to be fun. "Have you got any pot?" she asked. "I just got Maui. I was hoping you might have some." "Oh I do, I just wanted to smoke yours. You in a room here?" "Let's go." He rose to his feet gracefully and offered a hand to Bree. Instead Bree used her impressive core muscles and stood without any help, bringing all her belongings with her. Then to take the sting off the snub she laced her fingers through his intimately, and smiled serenely up into his face. Standing he was close to six feet or so, and towered over her. "I'm Jen." She told him. "Caleb." He replied, gazing at her as much as walking to his room allowed. Bree could tell he was fine with the speed of this intimacy. Caleb was good looking enough to have had women throw themselves at him often. Bree liked that he was comfortable with it. She felt more than worthy off his attention. Men were often intimidated by her, unless she played innocent and inexperienced as Ariana. Caleb's room was surprisingly nice, and on the top floor. It was maybe even a penthouse, Bree saw there were rooms beyond doors and a hallway leading along one wall. There were couches and chairs and room for a dozen people to sit. The patio was huge and the curtains open, with the sea breeze blowing into the warm bright room. "Whoa..." Jen gaped. "Are you rich or something?" Bree had been in nicer rooms, but not many. "I know a guy." "I just bet you do." She grinned at him. Bree got out the joint and they went onto the patio and looked down at the beach and the people on the verge below. Passing the joint back and forth they didn't speak much, just gazing at each other comfortably. Bree was really turned on by this guy, but then she'd been super horny since that damn tongue Thing. Caleb was utterly calm and present, looking right at Jen. Loving it, Bree gazed right back, utterly confident in her desirability. When the joint was close to done Caleb took a huge draw and flicked the roach off the balcony into the trees down below, then he wrapped his left hand around the back of her neck, gently, and drew her in. Kissing her, he exhaled the smoke into her mouth where she drew it in deeply, tasting him in the mix of burning leaf. They kissed deeply, tongues slipping around each other seductively. She released the smoke through her nose and he began to kiss down her neck, giving her little licks of his tongue every millimetre of her skin. Bree trailed her fingers along the skin of his shoulders as he kissed and licked lower and lower, and then over the sleight swell of her left breast. With both hands Caleb ran his palms up her belly and under her top, lifting it off as he passed his hands up over her breasts. Momentarily cupping them both warmly, he then carried on until her top was off. As her face reappeared from inside the top, his mouth found hers and kissed once more as she pressed her bosom to his firm, hairy chest. Now, as they kissed, his hands kneaded the flesh of her buttocks. Sighing into his mouth, Bree swiveled her hips, rocking her torso side to side and rubbing her breasts on the soft fur of his body. Then Bree hummed appreciatively as she felt the bump of his erection between her legs. Trapped in his loose pants his cock lifted unimpeded, but could not reach her opening. Feeling pity for him, Bree knelt and untied the belt's holding his pants closed, then let the baggy leggings fall to the ground. His cock was as beautiful as he was. Seven or more inches, it had a fringe of short hairs at the base, and the long shaft was smooth and hardly veined at all. His knob was big, pink and looked delicious. Wanting to be sure, Bree dipped her head down and took the first third of his manhood deep into her mouth and slurped backward as she pulled off, getting a mouthful of his flavour. Smiling up at his calm face, she wiggled her eyebrows appreciatively. It was delicious. Then she proceeded to work him over with all the skill in her possession. Bree wanted this man's cum, and quickly. She intended to fuck him over and over tonight and wanted to start off with a mouthful of his jism. Stroking his shaft with her left hand, she massaged his balls with the other while her mouth massaged, licked, suckled and kissed the first third of him. Relishing the feel of his cock in her mouth, Bree ran her mouth all over his member tasting every inch of him. Relaxed and assured, Caleb accepted her efforts and gazed down at her with rapt attention as he leaned on the railing, his back to the ocean. His mouth puckered and his breathing hissed through lips as she began to bath his balls with her avid tongue. Stroking his tip gently with her hand, using the ample spit there as lubricant, Bree worked his cock from the top to the bottom, on her knees in his penthouse. Her pussy was dripping wet inside her bottoms as she blew him expertly. Taking his knob back in her mouth, Bree gobbled him greedily, fucking him with her mouth wantonly. Soon Caleb lifted his hands and placed fingertips gently on her skull, guiding her to continue working his knob. Quickening breathes and a firmer grip indicated he was going to cum soon. Holding pace, she ran her lips over his shaft and swirled her tongue around his tip as he trembled on the brink of explosion. Then a gush of sperm flooded her mouth and Caleb grunted deep in his throat. Humping his hips and holding her head rigidly, Caleb filled her face with his load and Bree swallowed everything hungrily, in bliss as his taste filled her mouth. When he had spent himself, his large load oozing down her throat, Caleb quivered arrhythmically as Bree cleaned his sperm soaked tip with her equally sperm stained tongue. Swirling her appendage all around his sensitive tip, Bree enjoyed the power she felt from having him so helpless in her grip. Then she felt that power drain utterly away. "You all done there, son?" A deep, raspy, voice spoke from the room behind her. Bree attempted to turn and look, but Caleb held her head, his cock still deep in her mouth. Caleb stroked in and out of her mouth a few times, and confused, Bree suckled him, not sure what was happening. Then Caleb pulled out and gripped his cock a moment, squeezing a few drops of cum out into Bree's gaping mouth. "I am now." Now, Bree did turn, and saw three other men in the room behind the swirling curtain. One man was sitting and two other flanked his chair, like guards. "Alright, put your pants on and you may go. Good work." The man in the chair spoke, and his voice was mesmerizing. It was a whiskey and cigarette soaked sound, and he drawled with a Texan type accent she had heard in many cowboy movies. Caleb dressed, and Bree belatedly reached for her top, ready to leave as well. "Not you missy. You come here and sit down. Leave the top right where it is." The certain authority and the fact that she was an exhibitionist made her miss the threat in that statement. As Caleb walked into and through the room, Bree followed to the nearest chair and sat facing the men inside while Caleb vanished down the hallway. The two guard types were huge native islanders who looked very, very tough. They wore matching Hawaiian shirts and tan slacks. There were guns in shoulder holsters on both of men and belatedly Bree felt fear, and a desire to be dressed. The seated man was a study in contradictions. He had long, pewter colored hair hanging loose around his narrow head. He had dark eyebrows and a long hawk nose splitting his weathered face. A big mustache covered his upper lip and spread down over his cheeks to almost reach his jawline. It was massive, and also pewter. His chin was long, square and looked strong. Everything about him looked strong. His shoulders were not huge, but broad; his arms inside his Hawaiian shirt looked fit and muscled. His legs thin and long ending in loafers that were too casual, they should have been cowboy boots. Most noteworthy were his eyes, though. They were a very pale grey, and looked almost white except for the black boarder around them. His tiny pupils pierced right into the core of her. Pinning her, half naked to her chair. "Well, well, well." There was a warm indulgence to his tone that she didn't for an instant believe was anything close to friendly. This man was as dangerous as any person she had ever met. Whoever he was. "Nice to meet you Yoga Girl. I've been hearing a lot about you lately." His eyes raked over her bare chest and legs. "I think you might even be purdier than the talk after all. I didn't think that was likely. " "Did he actually say purdier?" "Shut the fuck up!" Reading him as best she could, Bree gambled and spoke. "You have me at a disadvantage sir." She said conversationally, like the gutsy southern women from movies she'd seen. It clearly amused him. His eyes crinkled at her and he grinned through his huge mustache. "I do, don't I? Allow me to remedy that. I am Jake Elliot. This is my hotel. My beach. Hell this is gonna be my island soon enough. Mo? Get me a drink, please. Lemonade." The big man on Jake's left peeled off to the bar and made a drink while Jake continued. "So. Since I am now the only game in town, that means I can't have freelance crooks like you poaching on my turf. Even if you are as purdy as an angel. It makes the tourists uncomfortable, and I don't want that. I want them here, gambling and fucking, safe from predators... that don't work for me." "Is this a job offer?" Mo came back and handed Jake the drink. Sipping, the charismatic man in the chair eyed her over the rim, holding her gaze, giving her nothing but amusement in his eye. "Delicious." He could have been speaking of either the drink or her. "Little lady, do you do drugs?" Assuming he'd been checking on her, might even smell the pot in the air now, she didn't lie. "I smoke pot, take mushrooms, and acid sometimes. MDMA... No needles, nothing snorted, nothing every day." "You really are Yoga Girl huh? Stand up." He sipped his drink some more as Bree gathered her courage and stood up allowing the men in the room to take in her whole body. "Drop the shorts." Anxiety bloomed in her stomach then. Yet, in her pussy, lust made her grow wet and open once more. Off balance by her reaction, she felt her pussy grow wet and relaxed at the firm authority in his voice. This was a Man. She felt his masculinity across the room. Also, he loved to be nude, and having six eyes on her felt delicious. But... this was some kind of crime lord and he was clearly dangerous. Mostly because of the implied threat of the other two men. Why was he ordering her to be naked if he was going to take her business from her?