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Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 01

By: dresbach



This story probably falls more within the moderately nonconsent/reluctance region than in the strongly nonconsent region. There are more than a few twists to it, as it ends up being almost a romantic thriller. As always, everyone in the story is eighteen or older. Hope you enjoy the read.

I want to extend many thanks to the tireless Ms. Mariposa, who was gracious enough to take the time to read and edit an early draft of this story.

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"Live and let live. My ass and fuck you," Jack Dorn muttered to himself as he sat in his car.

Jack hates his job, but is good at it. That simple statement of fact is the main reason he's perpetually pissed at himself and the world.

Prior to his current low state of moral, Dorn worked robbery-homicide in Metro Squad. By all accounts, he was first-rate detective with a sterling arrest record, and unlike most of the other detectives at Metro, he didn't need to 'tune up' suspects for confessions, or plant evidence if a confession, bogus or otherwise, couldn't be obtained.

What also set Detective Dorn off from the other cops was that he never took a payoff. That's not to say Jack wouldn't take a gratuity, such as a free diner or drink from a grateful citizen. He was a cop, not a saint. However, he drew the line accepting any kind of payoff from perpetrators and suspects, particularly payoffs from gang-related interests, what Jack deemed drug and murder for hire money.

Some of the other brethren in blue had no such scruples, and took any sort of payoff from any sort of suspect. This could have set them at odds with Dorn, except that all knew Jack lived by a personal code of conduct far above even what the 'Blue Wall of Silence,' demanded. 'Live and let live' was Jack's motto. Everyone knew if you didn't piss in Jack's pool, he'd leave you alone, and everyone extended the favor toward him—that is, all except Santos Medina, a lieutenant in Internal Affairs.

Two years ago, Jack caught a pretty open and shut case. A smalltime dealer was boosting autos on the side. A disgruntled girlfriend of the perpetrator pointed a finger at a stolen Mercedes housed in a friend's garage. Fingerprints found in the stolen Mercedes lead Dorn right back to the perpetrator. As stated, open and shut.

Dorn was about to hand the case off to the ADA, when Santos Medina made it clear he wanted the car thief to take the fall for something bigger. Jack refused to go along. Setting up suspects for crimes they didn't commit, even if guilty of other crimes, was a line Jack wouldn't cross.

Medina must have wanted the car thief badly, because before Jack could hand off his case, signed, sealed and delivered, and thus safeguarding the perp in the system, Jack was brought up on departmental charges. Seems an anonymous tip implicated Dorn in corruption and drugs. Jack would have fought the charges, but, coincidentally, five ounces of heroin, too much to be considered 'for personal use,' were found in the glove box of his car.

It was a rigged parlay from the get-go, and rigged by all concerned; from the Captain of detectives on down to the Internal Affairs investigator assigned the case. They all had a hand in destroying Jack's career as a cop.

Jack was given a choice: resign with half his pension and a small payment that amounted to half a year's salary, or be prosecuted for possession of drugs with the intent to distribute. Naturally, Dorn took early retirement.

Jack knew Lieutenant Medina instigated the investigation into his career, and was probably the one who dropped the dime on him. Once Jack was out of the way, the brakes were off, and Medina arrested his perp for murder.

"Live and let live, my ass and fuck you," Jack often muttered from then on—just a small malediction to life.

*****

That was two years ago, and after having been a detective for nearly twenty-one years, Jack Dorn found himself a civilian.

Usually when patrolmen were forced into retirement, they went into one or more of the four 'Bs,' bounty hunting, bail bonds, bartending, or bouncing. A retired detective, on the other hand, was best suited for one of the two 'Ps,' private investigation, and/or, protection.

With the small payment given to him for resigning, Jack opened up a PI business after buying some first-rate surveillance equipment—bugging devices, a couple of remote, wide angle, fiber optic lenses, and a laptop with software to bundle and monitor it all.

He worked mostly for divorce lawyers and their clients, gathering evidence of spousal infidelity, which is why Jack always felt like needing a shower. Instead of being a good investigative cop, he was relegated to glorified 'Peeping Tom,' making low budget, amateur porn films for shysters. 

Jack had a real talent for surveillance, which probably galled him the most about his present circumstances. Typically, he'd find out when and where the suspect was having a rendezvous—usually a motel—then grease the motel manager or desk clerk for the room key. Planting the wide-angle lenses ahead of time, he always got nice, clear movies of the proceedings, making the case of spousal infidelity a slam-dunk.

Jack couldn't complain too much, however. The hours and pay were better now, and there were added bonuses to the PI jobs.

For example, if the cheating spouse happened to be good-looking, someone he considered his 'type,' Jack would show her all the evidence he had gathered, first, before his clients. Then, using not so subtle persuasion, he'd convince her it would be in her best interest to spend a little quality time with him. In return for the week of fucking, blowjobs, or whatever else Jack had in mind, he would lose the evidence and let her go back to her marriage, the husband none the wiser.

Of course, once Jack discarded the evidence, he wouldn't be paid by the client, but most times, it was worth the hit to his bank account. The slutty wives usually took their temporary duties servicing Jack in stride. Some probably even liked it, although they would never admit it. Of course, it helped that Jack was genuinely a very handsome fellow and kept in shape. Tall, dark and ruggedly handsome, although clichéd, was an apt description of him. It also helped that he had a good-sized package, bigger than most of what the wives were used to with either their husbands or boyfriends. It was just an extra perk in their duties that made them forget they were being used, at least for a little while. Moreover, Jack knew how to use his package well, which made their new duties easier to accept.

The job he just concluded, the one that had him presently waiting and thinking in his car, were cases Jack liked best.

The client wife who hired him, suspected her husband of cheating—which he was, as Jack expertly documented. However, what really piqued his attention was with whom the suspect was cheating with, a very buxom, cool blonde. She was just Dorn's type, and, as it happened, was also married.

He called these cases 'twofers,' for obvious reasons. Not only would he coerce the blonde bimbo into performing a little extramarital fun time with Jack to keep her affair on the QT, he would still be paid by the client.

Yep, things were beginning to look up for Jack Dorn. So much so, he actually whistled a happy tune as he waited for the two to leave the motel room so that he could retrieve his cameras.

It was then, as he waited, Jack noticed another woman entering a room on the second floor of the motel.

The woman was a short, middle-aged redhead, probably in her early forties, and no more than four-foot-six, if she was an inch. Although slightly on the plump side, she dressed well, hiding the few extra pounds she carried. Her ample breasts and wide hips made her look quite alluring and voluptuous to Jack, even though she wasn't even remotely his type.

What really caught his eye, however, was the way she quickly looked around the motel, staring up and down the open causeway and scanning the parking lot, before entering her room. It was the behavior of someone making sure no one saw her before disappearing into her room.

Jack had seen her behavior hundreds of times before and in as many suspects. It always meant one thing. The redhead was planning to do something potentially illegal.

By her dress, maybe a high-class hooker, Jack mused, but quickly disregarded the thought. A high-class hooker wouldn't be caught dead in a dump like this. Drug business is more likely, but she didn't have the air of a dealer or the skanky appearance of a user.

It was a mystery, but one Dorn quickly let go. It wasn't any of his concern what she might be doing. "Live and let live, right Jack? My ass and fuck you," he muttered under his breath, before returning to thoughts of the blonde in the room below.

Another fifteen minutes past, and the couple he had been monitoring hadn't left their room. Jack figured they must either be taking a shower or fucking again. He was about to pull the laptop back out of its case to find out, when he saw a guy in his early twenties strutting along the second floor causeway.

Jack noted the guy—boy, really—is about six foot, thin, sported a thick mop of light brown, curly hair, and the barest traces of a beard and mustache. There were even a few blemishes dotting his face; although he could tell they were the last vestiges of childhood.

When the kid knocked on the redhead's door, the reason for her prior behavior became all too obvious. "Jesus, bitch, you're robbing the cradle," Jack chuckled to himself.

The redhead opened the door wearing a sheer, one piece, black nightie, the kind that just covers the torso while leaving the arms and legs bare. Her heavy tits were almost spilling out the top, as the whole get-up was barely supported by a thin pair of spaghetti straps. She gave the young man a quick kiss on the lips before pulling him into the room. Just before she closed the door, she took another quick peek around the motel grounds.

Now that he got a good look at the redhead's face, Jack thought he recognized her, but he couldn't remember from where.

He wracked his brain trying to figure it out. Where had he seen her before? Was she someone he arrested? Did she frequent some of the same haunts as Jack, another bar patron perhaps, bartender or waitress?

No. Every time he saw her in his mind's eye, he kept associating her face with large crowds of well-heeled patrons, raffles, and dancing. Yet, as hard as he thought, Jack still couldn't nail it down precisely where he had seen her.

In the days as a detective, he would have had instantaneous, total recall, remembering exactly, when, where, and with whom, he saw her. It wouldn't have mattered how distant in the past or how brief their encounter, he would have known who she was; so honed his senses had been through years of experience—razor sharp.

Now, after two years of retirement, his cop skills had atrophied, and it pissed him off. It pissed him off that he was no longer the man he was, a good cop. It pissed him off even more that lesser cops, lesser men than he, got undeserved advancement and accolades, while he was relegated to making amateur porn movies for divorce lawyers. Moreover, it galled and sickened him to know that real murderers and thieves were getting away with their crimes because these lesser men were now in charge of cases he would have solved. Justice was not being served by this police force, and it was eating Dorn up with hate knowing that.

One thought led to another, and soon Jack's mind dove deeper into memory, back to the early days of being a cop. The duties, the procedures, the normal routines one does in their job passed through his memory; as did all the faces of his partners, all the suspects he arrested, all the midnight sessions in the interrogation rooms. Even the social functions, the ones Jack hated to attend as a junior patrolman, invaded his consciousness. Dog and pony shows he called them. All spit and polish and dress blues, done mainly for the upper brass and their wives...

...it struck him like lightning—total recall.

He had to wait a bit longer for the other couple he was monitoring to leave. When they did, Jack headed to the front desk.

The motel manager was waiting for him when he entered. Handing Jack the room key he would need to retrieve the rest of his equipment, he said with an air of mocking superiority, "Get everything you needed, Officer Dorn?"

The manager was always doing this kind of crap, tweaking Dorn's ego by underscoring the ex-cop's fallen position in life.

Jack ignored the slight, and slid a couple of bills across the counter. As the manager pocketed the money, Dorn responded with only a hint of irritation, "Fuck you, Stens, and it was Detective Dorn."

Stens stuck his nose in the air while curling his lips downward, "Well, excusez-moi...royalty."

"There's no excuse for you, Stens. Not even your mother is that good a liar." Stens was about to add another derogatory comment, but Jack cut him off, "The tasty piece of strange and her boy toy that checked into room two-twenty-three, what do you know about them?"

Stens just smiled back, staying silent. He was expecting more grease.

Dorn said, annoyed, "Come on, Stens, I'm coming up short this month. I'll pay you next time."

"How do I know there'll be a next time?"

"Depends on what you tell me."

Stens thought about it some more. He didn't like being taken advantage of, but he also knew Dorn was an okay fellow and was as good as his word, even for an ex-cop. "They've been coming around now...oh...once...sometimes twice a week for a couple of months. She registers under the name of Missy Jones." Stens chuckled briefly before finishing, "Nothing else, just Missy Jones. I have to give her credit for not using Smith, but not much."

"Today their usual meeting time?"

Stens just rolled his eyes and huffed. Now he felt Dorn was taking advantage of him.

Dorn responded, laughingly, "Quit being a dick and just check the computer. What days are they usually here?"

Stens grudgingly turned to the computer register and punched a few keys. After a minute of scrolling up and down the screen, he finally said, "Yep, looks like Tuesdays are when they bump ugly. Sometimes Fridays as well, but only every other week."

"Thanks," Dorn said, as he turned to leave.

A mischievous grin creased Stens' lips as he asked, "So, you know them, do you Detective?"

Dorn just shot a smile back as an answer, and said as he walked out the door, "I'll be back next Tuesday around ten. I'll add another c-note to your usual fee. Have a room ready."

Jack whistled a merry tune as he retrieved his equipment. Indeed, things were looking up for Jack Dorn. More than looking up, in fact, they were downright glorious. He hadn't had a day like this since being kicked off the force.

He had met the redhead only once before, at a police officers' benefit. There was a large crowd. All the top brass and city pols attended, and, of course, there was plenty of drinking and dancing. They even held a raffle. The money from which, if Jack remembered correctly, went into the widow's benevolent fund.

It turned out the redhead would soon become the wife of another patrolman who came up through the academy a couple of years ahead of Jack. At the time, however, she had gone stag to the benefit, the daughter of the soon to become police captain. The same police captain that would unceremoniously take Jack's gun and badge, after a crap weasel of a lieutenant framed Jack with heroin. Both of them were friends, thick as thieves, captain and crap weasel, and had been since even before Jack joined the force. 

Jack had almost forgotten about that little fact, corrupt cops and their wives, but his cop senses had finally come back to him with total recall. Six months after the benefit, the redhead would become Mrs. Brittany Medina. Wife to the dirtiest cop there is, and architect of Jack's fallen state.

"Live and let live? My ass, bitch, and I'll definitely fuck you."

*****

Jack rang the doorbell to the house belonging to Mr. and Mrs. Santos Medina.

The past Tuesday came and went with easy success. Just like clockwork, Brittany and her boy toy, a punk named Chris, had their two-hour fun-time session, only this time Jack recorded the proceedings. Afterwards, Jack did a little digging into this Chris. It was always good to be thorough with a case, and usually paid dividends later. Dividends for sure, for what Jack found out about Chris made his conniving heart swell with joy.

Chris, it turns out, was dating Mrs. Medina's daughter, Alandra. Seems Brittany was a true MILF, fucking her sweet daughter's boyfriend. It was just a little added information Jack could use to push Brittany further into seeing things his way. Moreover, their 'fuck dates,' Tuesdays and every other Friday, were easy enough to determine, they were days Alandra had band and orchestral practice. She was actually a decent flutist, at least to Jack's untrained ear.

Dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, Brittany Medina answered the door with a smile. She had an oval face framed by short, straight red hair, a smallish nose, full lips, and slightly cleft chin. The cleft only made itself visible when she smiled—which would become something of a rarity from that moment on, for obvious reasons. Standing in front of Jack, the top of her head barely came up to his collarbone.

Brittany had two notable features—well three, if you include her height. The first were her heavy breasts, which were obvious no matter how baggy the shirt she wore. They would have proved to be quite a distraction for Jack if not for her piercing green eyes. Their allure, above everything else, captivated Jack to the point of near obsession, and helped him to stay focused on her face, rather than on her chest.

"Can I help you?" she asked through a partially opened door.

Just like in his days as a cop, Jack always talked to his perps smoothly, and with assurance, "Why yes, Mrs. Medina, I think you can. May I call you Brit, or do you prefer Brittany?"

Jack's overt familiarity put her off guard, yet she maintained her smile, asking him, "I'm sorry, do I know you? Oh, you must know Santos. Are you collecting for the police charities? Wait, let me get my checkbook."

"No need for that Brit, I'm not here for charity."

The smile fell from her face when Jack used here informal name again. Furrowing her brow from irritation, she corrected him, saying, "It's Mrs. Medina to you, and just who are you?"

He loved seeing the snotty looks on their faces. Looks of arrogance and condescension that quickly evaporated when he lowered the boom on their pretty, little heads. Smiling back, Jack noted that he rarely had seen a more conceited looking face as Brittany sported now. This was going to be so much fun.

"Well Mrs. Medina, I'm someone you're going to want to make very happy. Now, I think it's best we discuss this in private. May I come in?"

True to form and just like all the others, Brittany started to close the door in Jack's face, saying, "No, you may not! Now go away from..."

Jack quickly put his foot in the door, stopping its progress. Brittany was about to spout more of her supercilious indignities when Jack cut her off, saying, "Look, I'm doing you a favor. I don't like redheads and you have a fat ass, so I'm really slumming it here. But, because I'm a nice guy, I'm prepared to go the extra mile to keep..."

Brittany cut Jack off. Barely keeping her voice low, and anger in check so none of the neighbors would hear, she hissed like a viper at his insulting behavior, "You remove your goddamn foot and get off my porch, or I will call my..."

The picture Jack pulled from his suit jacket froze Brittany in mid-sentence. Then, without seemingly conscious thought, she gingerly took the photo from Jack's hand to look at it closer.


Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 01



The photo was a still frame of her and Chris. Her head was framed, front and slightly off center in the shot, and positioned low on the bed. Her ass, on the other hand, was stuck high in the air, pointing away from the camera. Chris was behind her, doing her doggy-style. One could see thin lines of sweat, glistening and streaking his face and chest, as his fingers pressed deeply into the firm globes of her ass. One didn't need much imagination to know he was pounding away into her pussy with total fury. As for Brittany, her eyes were closed and her brows deeply furrowed as if she were in deep thought. She clutched strongly at the bed sheets, as her full lips were parted in an over-exaggerated 'O' shape. Her nostrils noticeably flared.

Jack had picked this still for a reason. It was the moment she came, and she came hard. The slut scream Brittany had belted out was deafening, and even now, it was making him hard just thinking about it. Jack only regretted he couldn't provide sound with the still as Brittany continued to stare down at the picture.

She swallowed hard. Staring at the image, her emotions ran the gambit between embarrassment and fear. Moreover, the thousand-pound gorilla that stood between them, the reason Jack was there in the first place, became all too clear. That picture alone would be enough to send Santos into a murderous rage if he ever saw it.

Jack talked slowly and clearly, "As I was saying, Mrs. Medina, before you rudely opened your fat trap, I'm prepared to go the extra mile to keep your husband from finding out about your very dirty, little secret."

At that moment, they heard, "Mom, is that Chris?" followed by young woman, scrambling around the corner and into the foyer where Brittany and Jack stood. She was in her late teens, taller than mother, with chestnut brown hair and eyes to match. When she saw that it wasn't Chris at the door, Alandra stopped dead in her tracks.

Hearing her daughter's voice, Brittany clutched the picture flat to her chest, fearful that Alandra might peek over her shoulder and see what she was holding.

"I'm sorry," the daughter said to no one in particular, "I thought it was someone else." Standing still for a moment and eyeing the situation, she asked, "Mom, who's this?"

Brittany didn't answer. She just stood trembling in the doorway clutching at the picture. Tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Mom?" the daughter asked, full of concern. Noting that her mother was being unusually distant, she hesitantly walked forward to see what was wrong.

Brittany snapped out of her tremors when she heard her daughter's footfalls. Not turning to face her daughter less she reveal her tears, she babbled, "Ally, dear, this is...a, uh...a Mister..."

Jack jumped in and saved her, while giving a false name, "Hansen. Peter Hansen." Taking his eyes off Brittany, he smiled at the daughter, and continued, "Hello. You must be Alandra. My, such a pretty name for a very beautiful, young woman. I'm sorry to bother you and your mother, but I'm here collecting on an old debt."

Brittany winced at Jack's phraseology, and quickly corrected, "What Mr. Hansen means, Ally, is he's here collecting donations for charity. I was about..."

Disappointed it wasn't her boyfriend and already bored with the conversation, Alandra rolled her eyes, turned to leave, and said, "Whatever Mom. Make sure you let me know when Chris calls."

Jack smiled at Brittany, and said as she breathed a sigh of relief that Alandra left, "Like I said, Mrs. Medina, these things are best talked over in private."

Brittany didn't hesitate this time, leading Jack to a private study on the second floor of the house.

As they made their way up the stairs and onto the second floor landing, Jack scanned into the open rooms he passed, taking a quick inventory of what he saw. Once inside the study, Brittany quickly closed the door.

Jack looked casually around room, admiring the rows of books that lined the walls, and then sat in a large, black leather chair behind a large oaken desk. Everything he had seen of the house, and particularly in the study: from the wood shelving, the leather-bound books, the few pieces of tasteful art, the intricately, hand-carved table and chairs, to the plush carpeting, stank of money—a lot of money.

Jack commented, "Quite a palatial home you and Santos have, Mrs. Medina, even on a lieutenant's salary."

Brittany remained standing, ignoring the slight to the honor of her house when Jack took the seat of honor without asking. She had already crumpled up the picture, balling it tightly in her fist, and would burn it later, but to what end. She knew Jack had more. She also knew what he wanted, but wasn't sure if she had enough savings to satisfy him. She wanted to ask him 'why.' Why her, but thought that was secondary to how much. Being a cop's wife, she gathered up her composure and cut to the heart of the matter, "How much will it cost me to get you out of my life?"

Jack always liked playing with them at this point. After they shit their panties hearing a price they could never attain, it was easier to get them to chug cock when he lowered his expectations. "Down to brass tacks, I like that. To be equally blunt, I think a hundred grand will buy my silence and your freedom."

Brittany just about swallowed her tongue hearing such an astronomical sum. Tears of frustration and futility rolled down her cheeks, as she contemplated how she could even begin gathering up that much money. She whined, "A hundred thousand! I-I don't have that kind of money."

Jack looked around the room again, reminding her of just the wealth that surrounded them. Looking back at her, he said, "You have a lot of pretty things, and very expensive things, Brit. If I were you, I'd start selling some of these things to raise the money. You can start with that new Mercedes you tool around town in."

"I-I can't sell the car," she continued to whine, "Even if it was mine, I couldn't sell it. Santos will know..."

"Santos is going to know pretty soon if I don't see a good faith effort on your part. Start selling things, or I'll start sending the two-hour video of you fucking Alandra's boyfriend, right to him at work. Then I'll send it to all of his asshole cop friends, and to all of his asshole, cop friend's wives. Maybe 'Captain Daddy' would like a copy. I'm sure he'd love seeing his daughter taking it from behind by some punk. It would make him so proud...your mother too. Oh and what about the punk, maybe Alandra would like to see what mommy's been doing with her..."

"Stop!" she wailed. "P-Please don't! I'll get you the money. I promise."

Jack loved hearing the wail. It was the abject cry of total helplessness and dread. They all did it to one degree or another. Those with the most to lose, like Brittany, wailed the longest and loudest, and promised everything under the sun. They were empty promises, of course. No one had that kind of money lying around. It was just said to forestall the pending disaster of leaked videos, giving them time to think. Still, even though empty, the promise was important. It bound them to him, whether they knew it or not.

After staring long and hard at her as if she were a suspect, he asked, "When will you have it?"

"I'll need a couple of months at least, maybe a year."

Jack scoffed, "A year! I'm not going to wait a year, not without a sweetener. How much do you have, now?"

"I can give you two thousand now, and m-maybe another five thousand in a couple of months."

Jack stood up shaking his head, a mock look of disappointment donning his face. "Sorry babes, but no dice. I can see this is wasted effort on my part. You'll never get the money. Don't worry, though, I'm sure you'll put your life back together in a couple of years. That is, if your husband can keep his anger in check."

As he walked toward the study door, Brittany fell to her knees, clutching hard around one of his legs. Her wailing was continuous, and through great rending sobs, she begged, "Please...don't...I-I promise I-I'll get you the m-money. Don't do this."

Come on, stand the fuck up," Jack said as he grabbed her arm, pulling her up and off his leg. "You and I both know you're not going to get the money, no matter how much time I give you. I thought maybe your asshole, grafter husband had enough cash squirreled away in a safe somewhere, but I can see he put everything into the house and cars. Now I'm out a significant payoff. Well, that's tough on me, and, too bad bitch, it's tough on you. I'm not just going to forget about it."

She was still crying as she asked slowly, clearly pronouncing every word between sobs, "Why...are...you...d-doing this...to me? W-Why...d-do...you...h-hate me?"

"I don't hate you Brit. I'm not too fond of that jag-off husband of yours, but I hold no ill will toward you. You just happen to be in the unfortunate circumstance of being in the middle; 'caught in the crossfire,' as we call it. It's a common situation people who know your husband find themselves."

"Please, if he did something to you then I'm sorry. Truly I am. Believe me when I say, I'm so very, very sorry something bad happened to you, but please, don't punish me for something Santos did."

Jack answered, sarcastically, "That's so sweet. You're sorry your husband's a douchebag. Well, I'm sorry too, Brit, but it really doesn't matter to me if you have the money of not. Knowing he'll be humiliated when everyone he knows watches his bouncy-bottomed, little wife taking it doggy from a dick-less punk with acne, will be sweet enough revenge for me."

Jack smiled when he saw the last remnant of hope drain from her face.

Then he looked at her long and hard. When it looked like she'd melt under his stare, he softened is appearance as if he had just discovered a heart. Sitting back down in the chair, he said, "I just know this will be wasted effort, but I'm a nice guy and a sucker for big tits. You have a couple of grand. I want three by Monday. Can you make that, at least?"

She nodded her head vigorously.

"Of course you can. Now that's going to be three grand in cash. I don't want any checks."

Brittany was almost cheery. "And that's it?"

"No, that's not it. Like I said at the front door, I don't like redheads and you have a fat ass. You're really not my type at all, but because I'm a nice guy, I'm prepared to accept services for a delay in payment. That's just a delay in payment, mind you. I expect the rest of the hundred grand over time."

"What kind of services?" she asked, with suspicion.

"Come on, Brit, don't be dense. We're all adults. I don't need someone to wash my windows."

Shaking her head in disbelief, she said, "Now wait a minute..."

Jack broke in before she could finish, "No, you wait a minute. This is the deal and there's no negotiation anymore, because you've got nothing else to negotiate with." Jack wrote an address on a piece of paper, and handed it to her. "Be at that motel by noon, Monday, and have the three grand with you. Rent a room and wait for me. When I get there, be ready to do anything I want. And I mean anything!"

Brittney was having a hard time wrapping her head around the idea of becoming a whore. Tears flowed, again, as she squeaked, "I can't..."

"Yes you can. You've had no trouble fucking boys on the side. Now it's time you fuck a man, and a better man than that piece of shit jag-off you've married. No negotiations, Brit, this is the deal. If you're not there by Monday noon, I start emailing your amateur porn video to all your family and friends by twelve-oh-five."

This was all happening so fast. She felt lost and untethered from herself. She couldn't believe how quickly her life spun out of control—spinning like water in a toilet bowl as it was being flushed into the sewer. Even though the full weight of the potential consequences of her actions barely registered in her mind, she still had the wherewithal and temerity to ask, "And it will only be this one time?"

Jack rolled his eyes in exasperation, and said, "You really are this stupid. No, there'll be many times until you pay off your debt. However, because I'm a nice guy, after we've met for a few weeks I'll open up our deal for renegotiation. Who knows, if you suck good cock I may cut you some slack. Until then, you should always be thinking about gathering up the rest of the money. I'll expect a little bit each week, and deduct it from the total. Understood?"

She nodded her head slowly and was about to ask something else, but Jack continued, "Let me be clear, just in case you get stupid again and start thinking with something other than your snatch. If something should happen to me, purposeful or accidental, if I should get a whiff that I'm being tailed or that you're being tailed, by your husband or some of his thug cop buddies, the video I have of you will upload automatically. No one will be able to stop it but me. So, you had better start praying nothing happens to me or that Santos ever suspects. Understood?"

She nodded her head, again.

"Good girl. Now, because I'm being generous, letting you make payments for services, and since you've been a stubborn, whiny bitch this whole time, I'll need to see a little, up front, good-faith effort from you. You know, show me a little 'earnest money' that you're serious in our deal."

"What do you mean?"

Jack thought his suggestion was obvious, but stood up, anyway, making things more obvious to her.

Brittany caught his drift when she saw the bulge he didn't try to conceal in his pants. Again, shaking her head in disbelief, she started to say, "Now, wait a minute..."

Jack interrupted her, "I think a hand job would go a long way in showing me you take the situation you're in serious, and that I can expect you on Monday."

Brittany hissed in almost a harsh whisper, "What? Here? Right now?"

"Unless you'd be more comfortably doing this in Alandra's room, yes and yes."

"I-I can't do..."

Jack was losing patience with her, and was close to calling the whole thing off out of frustration. "Look, you stupid cunt, I've had it with all your bullshit." 

Brittany stared at him, blankly. Even after all the things he said and did to her up until that point, the insult of being called a 'cunt' to her face was almost too much for her to bear. However, seeing his cold, dispassionate eyes staring back at her, she bit her tongue and remained quiet.

After a moment, he continued in a mocking voice, "I'm really getting tired of all your, 'I can't do this,' and 'Wait a minute,' shit. You've got three seconds to pull my cock out and start stroking it, or else I start uploading the video of you and Chris. One..."

Brittany stood as a statue, and whined, "You're so vulgar!" After a long silence where she hoped he was bluffing, she continued, "Please...not here."

"Two..."

Another long silence, she made an appeal to logic, "Please, I can't. Not with Alandra in the house..."

Jack threw up his hands, saying, "All right, fuck off," and walked briskly to the door.

Brittany finally realized he wasn't bluffing. Stepping in front of him to impede his progress, she said, earnestly, "Okay, okay, just give me a second to..."

Jack shocked her by roughly pushing her out of the way, saying, "It's too late for that you stupid bitch."

Put off balance by Jack's hard push, Brittany stumbled back and violently slammed into the study wall. She was still in shock when she saw him opening the door.

Flinging herself at his feet, again, she cried, earnestly, "I'll do it. I'll do it. Please, just close the door and let me do it."

Jack paused for a moment. Framed in the open doorway with Brittany clutching at his feet, he thought about calling out to Alandra. Show the daughter on a more personal level what her mother was truly like as she groveled at his feet, before uploading the video to her and Santos.

He had second thoughts, however. Brittany and Santos deserved each other. So far, he thought her a weak, milquetoast of a woman that he could use to his supreme advantage. It was too good to be true. She'll do anything he wanted. He'll fuck her six ways to Sunday, while she pays him any amount of money for his trouble, and in the end, Jack will still exact revenge by sticking it to Santos.

Jack roughly shook her off his feet, before turning around to face her. Closing the door, then leaning back against it, he said, "Get up, but stay on your knees like a good, little, 'wifey' cunt. Last chance, bitch, do exactly what I say, when I say, without complaint or hesitation, and I might forget about uploading your video, today. Now, look up at me."

She turned her watery, green eyes up at him, and waited patiently for his next command.

Seeing full submission in her eyes, he commanded, "Unzip me, cunt, and pull it out!"

She remained quiet although tears continued to roll down her cheeks as she snaked her hand through the opening of his pants and boxers. When she finally grabbed his cock, she gasped quietly, feeling the full heft of it in her hand. Pulling it out, she let go of it for a moment in order to determine how best to proceed, staring at it intently as it hung down, heavy and thick.

Jack smiled to himself when heard her gasp, and said with a roguish laugh, "Thanks for the compliment, but it isn't that big."

Jack was being modest. At eight inches long, his cock was well above average, but not overly large in comparison with others. However, what really astonished the ladies when they first laid eyes on it was its girth. It was extremely thick along its whole length, yet not too daunting to those vestigial housewives who hadn't been with anyone larger than a wine stopper. Certainly, it's the perfect tool that could pleasure a woman to the right depth, while wonderfully tickling their sensitive walls. In the immortal words of Goldilocks, 'It was just right.' The humorous part for Jack was once most of the cheating wives got a good look at his dick, it took most of their will power not to immediately flop over onto their backs, and beg the blackmailing asshole to stick it in them.

Brittany was different, however, and maintained a certain degree of sexual restraint that he hadn't witnessed in the other wives. She surprised Jack, and, while he wouldn't admit it, she fostered a bit of admiration in him.

Brittany didn't need to be told what to do. Cupping his member between her soft palms, she kept the tips of her thumbs pointing back at her and in contact with the sensitive underside of his shaft, as she stroked Jack's cock to full hardness.

The whole time she jerked him off, Brittany's features remained stoic, almost regal in their aloofness. Her breathing never deepened or quickened. Outwardly, it was as if she were performing any number of mundane household chores—with complete detachment. Internally, however, her heart was racing like a thoroughbred's at full gallop.

Looking down at her, Jack said, "Keep your eyes on me, bitch...oh, that's nice. That's a good bitch, getting me so nice and hard." Brushing a hand across her cheek in a gesture of mock affection, he continued, "Your hands are so smooth and dry. I like that. I don't like sweaty palms. They make for a rough hand job. Keep your palms dry, sweetheart, or you'll be sucking me off, instead. It wouldn't do for you to suck it just yet. You're just not ready for the cock in your mouth. Not yet, anyway."

Brittany tried to ignore his taunts and rancid comments, concentrating, instead, on finishing the job at hand with as much dignity as possible. As such, she kept her eyes and mind focused squarely on the tip of his member as her soft thumbs, palms and fingers slid easily along his thick and meaty shaft.

Once, she pressed her thumbs a little too hard along the underside of his cock as she slid them along his shaft, causing a small bead of pre-cum to issue from the head. There it stayed, neither falling off nor growing larger. It glistened from the light in the room, appearing as though it was winking at her, mocking Brittany's pride and resolve.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 01



Jack noticed the drop as well, "You know how to stroke a cock. I'll say that much for you. You better do something about that, though. Everything will go tacky if it falls on your fingers." Brittany was about to pick it off gingerly with a finger, but Jack stopped her, "With your tongue, you stupid bitch."

She stopped stroking him for a moment as she stuck her tongue out as far as possible, and barely touched the tip of her tongue to the bead. She was about to pull away quickly and resume stroking, when Jack commanded, "Slowly, bitch! Pull away slowly."

As she did, a clear, web-like strand developed, connecting her tongue to his cock.

"Now stop! Mmm, that's my girl. That's my little cock-slut 'wifey.' Play with that little drop of pre-cum you teased out of my cock. You like playing with my cock juice, don't you?"

Brittany, knowing he would demand the correct answer, nodded her head as a response, breaking the delicate thread.

Again, Jack commanded, "Since you like playing with my cock juice, flick that slick tongue of yours across my slit...that's right...good girl, but not too much. Don't slobber on it and get everything tacky, or it's suck-suck time for you, bitch."

Jack flexed the muscles of his cock, making it shift and move in her hands, and taunting her so that she couldn't easily keep her tongue at the tip of his cockhead. Knowing what he was trying to do, she firmly gripped his shaft, keeping it as still as she could as she flicked the tip of her tongue across his opening.

He demanded more from her, "Look up at me, cunt!"

She continued flicking her tongue as she turned her watery eyes up at him. He quietly maintained his rough, lecherous stare until her tears began to flow down her cheeks again. Then he said, "That's a good bitch. You're such an obedient bitch, now. See how nice I can be when you follow orders. Now, this is what's going to happen. I would have been content having you jerk me off across your husband's nice, oaken table. You know, as a symbolic act of what I think of the douchebag and his possessions. However, that was before you acted like a whiny cunt, wasting my time. Now, I'm thinking an even better show of symbolism will be to shoot my load across his wife's face as she begs me to do it. Are you ready for your facial, cunt?"

"Yes," Brittany replied, with a quiet sob.

"That's enough tonguing. Get back to stroking me, bitch...there you go...give it a lighter touch...nice...now a little faster...oh, that's real nice. You love beating me off, don't you?"

She wanted to scream, 'You're a vile asshole,' into his face, but instead, squeaked out, "Yes."

"What?" Jack taunted her.

"Yes," she said, a little louder.

Jack continued to taunt, "What did you say?"

"Yes!" she belted out.

"Yes, what?"

She said loudly, "Yes, I love beating you off!" Where the word, 'off,' was muffled in a trail of sobs and tears.

"I know you do. All you slutty wives love my cock. Now, say you want me to come across your face."

Brittany swallowed, then screwing up what little dignity she had left, said hoarsely, "Come across my face."

"I didn't hear that."

"Come on my face."

"Say please and say it louder."

"Please, come on my face."

"Louder, bitch!"

"Please come on my face."

"I said louder, cunt!"

Brittany was at wit's end. Any louder and her daughter might hear, but she knew she had to comply. There was no telling what Jack might do to her if she didn't. She didn't need to suck his cock in her own home; the hand job was bad enough. Finding that last drop of courage deep inside of her, she belted out, "Please...," only to be surprised into silence as Jack came forcefully into her face.

She took his first shot right above her upper lip. It deflected upward and straight into her nose. The sudden introduction of thick goo into her nasal cavity almost made her gag. She was about to wipe her face with a hand when Jack barked, "Keep stroking that cock, bitch, I'm still coming."

Brittany continued to tug on Jack's cock, keeping her lips and eyes tightly closed, as forceful ejaculate continued to plaster her about the mouth, nose, and cheeks.

Jack took over the stroking duties as his orgasm began to wane. As semen continued to ooze out of him, he said in a commanding voice, "Just stay still, and don't even think of wiping your face off." Shifting closer to her, the last bit of semen fell on and across the bridge of her nose.

Though finished, a small amount of cum still hung precariously off his cock and fingers. "Stick out your tongue," he commanded. When she did, he inserted first his fingers, then his cock into her mouth, making her lick off the remnants. When she had cleaned him thoroughly, he dried his cock and fingers using her sweatshirt before zipping himself up.

As he opened the door to leave, he said, "Don't forget the three grand for me on Monday, and make sure you wear a little black dress."

With that, Jack was out the door, leaving Brittany on her knees and covered with semen.



Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 02



Once again, Jack sat in his car in a motel parking lot, this time waiting for his 'instrument of revenge' to arrive. It was a safe motel—at least for Jack—owned and operated by his cousin. They had a good arraignment, so the relation didn't ask any questions when he was told to be on the lookout for a short redhead and to give her a room in the back.

Brittany arrived a little before noon, carrying a brown paper bag and wearing a black dress as requested. Jack smiled to himself, happy to learn she could follow orders.

After she entered the room, Jack waited fifteen minutes to make sure she wasn't followed.

Brittany opened the door when Jack knocked, then quickly stepped to the other side of the room as he entered, standing straight and stiff. Only the nervous fidgeting of her hands suggested she was anything but a mannequin.

Neither of them spoke as Jack took his time scanning the room—old habits die hard. He ended his examination of the room by examining her with a long, hard stare.

Brittany's feet began to sweat and itch under his steady gaze. She quickly dropped her eyes from him, but continued to perspire.

There was a small table with two chairs close to the room entrance. The brown paper bag she brought was lying on the table. Sitting in one of the chairs, Jack picked up the bag, feeling its weight. The heft seemed right for a large bundle of cash. He took a quick peek inside to make sure it was money, then put the bag back on the table.

Brittany ask, surprised, "Aren't you going to count it?" Her words sounded loud and forced in the former quiet of the room.

"I trust you. Where did you get the extra thousand?"

"I borrowed it from a friend."

"Robbing Peter to pay Paul isn't going to work, Brit. What are you going to do when this friend asks for their money back?"

"I...I don't have to worry about that. It was more of a gift."

"I see, a gift from daddy. Correct?"

She didn't indicate anything, one way or the other, but Jack guessed it was true.

"Don't go to that well too often, Brit. I don't want 'Captain Daddy' getting suspicious. It's best you hock some of the fine things you own for the cash. It sends up fewer red flags to the cops in your life. Remember what I said would happen if I thought you're being followed."

She only nodded her head as a response.

"Good girl. Now why don't you be friendly and come over here."

Thinking this was the signal for her to perform her 'duties,' she started slipping out of her dress.

"No," Jack said, stopping her progress, "Leave the dress on for now, but come a little closer and stand in front of me."

Jack had her turn around slowly as he examined her. She had a flat belly, which surprised Jack, given that she's a mother in her forties. Her legs were slightly stocky, a common trait for women with short stature, but they still appeared proportioned to the rest of her body. Two very distinguishing features that Jack saw as a negative were her wide hips, which were accentuated by the two great, round globes of her ass. Her whole package noticeably stuck out, well backward.

"You have a bubble butt, but it isn't too outrageous, I guess. I know some guys who are really into big-assed women. Does Santos like to tap that bubble butt of yours on occasion? Grease that pole up of his and slide it between your plump cheeks?"

She didn't answer, but Jack saw that she was shivering. He couldn't tell whether it was from nerves or rage.

Putting a hand on her ass, he gave it hard squeeze, noting with satisfaction that the flesh was tight. "Big, yet firm. Not bad," he commented, absentmindedly.

Brittany continued turning.

When she was in profile, Jack marveled again at the size and apparent firmness of her breasts. They looked heavy, and even with support, they should sag under their weight, but they jutted seductively away from her body—just like her ass. They were her best feature, next to her emerald-green eyes. It was making him hard thinking about sliding his cock between them.

When Brittany finished her slow turn, Jack made her face him and bend down low at the waist.

"Hold your chin up so I can see your breasts better."

Putting her hands on her knees for support, Brittany lifted her head as directed. Jack could tell she wasn't liking his treatment, as she kept her eyes tightly closed and scrunched her mouth into a tight purse, making it look as if she bit into something sour.

Jack made her stay in that position for a while, drinking in the look of her heavy, firm tits, as they hung down, lusciously low and enticing, straining their flimsy, narrow bra straps. 

"Stay as you are, but open your eyes. I want to see them as well."

Brittany half expected to see Jack with his member out, stroking himself, but he just sat calmly, with an elbow resting on the arm of the chair and his hand propped under his chin. A smile creased his lips, but it wasn't a lecherous grin. Rather, it was a friendly smile. One someone gives when they discover a long held secret in a friend, and are amused.

Brittany noted that all the rugged hardness of a man weary with the world and jaded from the hypocrisies of life were fully on display in his face. Yet, there was human warmth behind his handsome, rough facade; as if the vileness of life he had witnessed as a cop, though disturbing to him, never corrupted him on the inside. Like all cops, he had the eye for human weakness, but unlike most, he had the stomach to be near it without it damaging his soul.

Now that she was staring back at him, she realized her husband never exhibited that trait, and it disturbed her.

Shaken by her thoughts, she stood up, saying, "Can we just get this over with?"

"Patience, I want to get to know you a little better, first. Here, sit on a knee."

She sat as stiff and rigid as she had stood before when Jack first entered the room.

Tracing a finger down her bare arm, he noted her skin was cool, but a little tacky from dried sweat. There was a delicate scent wafting off her. It surprised him that she went to the trouble applying perfume for their first meeting. Jack assumed it was from force of habit, and nothing more.

"You have nice skin. I can tell you take care of it, and is that Dior you're wearing?"

"Yes," she answered curtly, yet surprised that he recognized the brand, let alone that he even noticed she was wearing any.

Jack moved a hand to her breast, tracing her nipple through the fabric of her dress with his fingertip. It was just a subtle massage, but one that usually caused the nipples to harden in the other women he'd known. Brittany's nipples remained unresponsive. Sliding a hand below her dress and up her thigh, he felt no warmth in her groin.

Her body flinched in apparent surprise and revulsion each time he touched a new area. Jack smiled to himself and mused, Yeah, she's not digging this at all.

That was the challenge for Jack, the real kick of it all. How quickly could he take all the reluctant wives he had and turn them into sluts who couldn't wait for their next rendezvous? The more reluctant they were at the start, the better he liked it, and Brittany was the most reluctant he'd known.

It was funny to Jack, but over the years he found out that the cheaper you made the wives feel, the quicker they came around to being a whore. In the end, he figured all wives had an inner whore to one degree or another, at least the cheaters, and he had the knack for bringing the Bitch-Whore Goddess out of them in full force.

Jack broke the long silence, "You didn't answer me the other day. Do you prefer Brit or Brittany?"

"Either one," she answered, weakly.

"What does Santos call you?"

"Brittany."

"Then I'll call you Brit. I don't like Brittany, anyway. It's a name usually associated with airheads, and I don't think you're an airhead."

Given her present circumstance—being pawed over by a lecherous rogue because of her foolish actions—a quiet, sarcastic chuckle escaped Brittany's lips.

Jack noted her small laugh, and attempted to soothe her, "Don't be so hard on yourself. Everyone makes mistakes, but the smart ones do what they can to correct the error and get out of trouble. You're doing that now, correcting the error." Then, gently smoothing back her hair, he added, "The smart ones also learn from their mistakes and make sure they're never repeated. You're a smart one, Brit, because I know you'll never make the same mistake by fucking Chris again. Correct?"

Her head flinched from his touch as she said, meekly, "Yes."

"Good girl. Now, tell me about yourself."

"Like what?"

"Like how many men you've been with, other than your husband and the boy toy."

"I don't know. I don't keep an exact count."

"That many, huh."

"No!" Brittney belted out, insulted.

"Then how many?"

She paused for a moment, and then said, "Two or three, I think."

"You think?"

She blurted, "It was three!"

"See, that wasn't so hard. You shouldn't be embarrassed. Three is a good number. It tells me you've had some experience, so you're not a total, tight-assed prude; but you don't have too much experience where you'd spread your legs for anyone with a pulse. Now, what did you like best?"

"What do you mean?"

"Sexually, when you were with those other men, what did you like best? Fucking? Sucking? Having your pussy eaten? And is it the same with Santos? For example, do you like sucking Santos' cock better than Chris', but prefer to take Chris' cock in the snatch?"

This was killing her. It was bad enough that she had to perform sexual favors like a cheap whore, but to be grilled like a suspect about her personal life was emotionally becoming a bridge to far.

Finally, she pleaded, "Please, could we just get this over with?"

"See, that was a mistake, Brit, assuming you're here for sex."

"I don't understand."

"Besides the money, maybe I just want to verbally humiliate you. Maybe that's my kink. Ask you some naughty questions. Make you blush and uncomfortable, but that's it. How do you really know what I want? My point is, go with the flow. Do what you're told and maybe things won't be as bad as you think. Understand?" When he saw her nod, Jack continued, "Now, it just so happens we're going to have sex, a lot of sex, and I'm a man of varied tastes. More varied than you, given what I saw between you and Chris. I'm going to ask you to do things that maybe you don't like, or that you would never dream of doing in a million years because they repulse you. It doesn't matter, though, because whatever I tell you to do, you will do without hesitation and with shameless enthusiasm."

The whole time Jack is telling her these things, he's squeezing harder and harder on the back of her neck. The pain was becoming almost unbearable, as she began to whimper like a tormented animal. Besides the pain, she felt the nagging sense of stupidity that she could have misjudged him so completely before. The vileness of life had wounded him deeply. He just hid the scars better than most.

She felt his grip slacken, but he continued to hold the back of her neck. Feeling his warm breath on her cheek as he brought his mouth close to her ear, he said to her in almost a whisper, "I'm sorry to be so rough with you. I will tell you that I'm not into physical torment, torture or sadomasochism, but I can be driven into those things if I don't get compliance. Are we clear?"

Brittany was weeping softly as she nodded her head.

"Now, answer my question. What did you like the best?"

Still sniffling, she answered, "I-I guess what I l-liked depended on the boy...I mean, man."

"That's a good answer, and an honest one. I get the impression, though, that giving blowjobs isn't high on your to-do list with a partner."

"I've done it before."

"But not on a first or second...hell, not even on a third date, I suspect. At least from what I gather from your video. How many dates have you had with Chris? Well over eight...ten...and I'm betting you never sucked on his cock once."

Brittany just shook her head. She was crying again.

"No, of course not," Jack scoffed at her, "A stiff prick feels too good in your pussy to waste it in your mouth. Doesn't it?"

She didn't respond as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Of course, you never gave up the chance to have the guy go down on you. It gets you off having him tongue your dripping cunt right before he sticks his cock in. I could tell. I saw it in your eyes, and in the way you pushed and pulled on Chris's head, rubbing your snatch all over his face. Then, only when you were good and wet and ready, did you get up on your knees, sticking your fat ass high in the air; so inviting that he just has to stick it into your pussy. I could tell there wasn't any way you wanted his cock in anything but your snatch. Awful selfish of you, don't you think?"

Brittany just continued to cry.

"So, you've given blowjobs before, as you say, but just not with Chris." Jack paused for a moment, waiting for a response. When he didn't get one, he commented, "I don't know, Brit, none of it rings true to me. I get the impression you never give head. That you like sucking cock about as much as you like getting a root canal. That's discouraging. It makes me wonder why I should waste my time with you."

Brittany heard the implied threat that Jack's growing weary of her, and that everything would be revealed to Santos.

Panicked, she began defending herself, but Jack cut her off by asking, "Speaking of Chris, I'm always curious about these things. How did you two get...entangled? What possesses some wives, who seemingly have it all, to start banging their daughter's boyfriends?"

His changing the subject put her off guard, "I didn't chase after him, if that's what you're implying."

"Well, maybe not, but you did make the first move. Didn't you?"

After a long pause, she nodded her head in response.

"Why? Was it because you found out Santos had another 'Chiquita' for his banana, and you fucked Chris out of revenge? And if so, why go after your daughter's boyfriend?"

"I don't know if Santos ever cheated on me. He's a good man..."

"Good to you maybe," Jack scoffed, and then added, "But if that's the case, why did you cheat on such a, quote-unquote, good man?"

Brittany shrugged her shoulders before answering, "I guess...Santos was spending a lot of time at the precinct...and I felt..."

"Neglected," Jack finished for her, "And Chris paid you a little attention," When he saw her nod again, he continued, "Don't feel embarrassed, Brit, I see it a lot in my line of work, basically descent wives who are bored in their marriage, stepping out on their hard working men. What I don't see a lot is them falling for their daughter's boyfriends. So I ask again, why Chris? Certainly, other, more mature men showed interest in you. Why not fuck them, instead of Alandra's boyfriend?"

She began to cry again out of embarrassment, and just shrugged her shoulders.

Jack knew the answer, or, at least, thought he knew, and so struck to the heart of the matter, "Tell me, Brit, in your romps with Alandra's boyfriend, did the thought ever cross your mind to include Alandra in your little 'sexcapades?'"

Her embarrassment quickly evaporated. The void suddenly filled with loathing. She snapped her head around to face him, as she spit out, "God, you have a disgusting mind."

"I don't mean going down on each other, but play little mommy 'sexpert' with her. Watching her fuck Chris and teaching her the arts of lovemaking, so to speak. Maybe demonstrating for her how to give a nut-busting hand job or how to correctly suck..."

"That's disgusting, please don't talk about it."

"You find it disgusting? I don't know. Granted, incest isn't my cup of tea, but during that time with Chris, you and he did an awful lot of pillow talk about Alandra. I found it odd that you would talk so long and openly about your daughter to her boyfriend, particularly having just fucked him. It's as if you were trying to put an association in his head, a suggestion, broadening the act of sex to include her. That is, verbally bringing your daughter into the bed with you, so that maybe later, the idea of the three of you together could become more acceptable...if and when the opportunity ever presented itself."

Brittany bolted off his knee. She didn't know what to do or where to go, but she had to get as far away from him as she could.

She tried to run to the bathroom, but he wrapped his powerful arms around her, lifting her feet off the floor. Suspended in the air like a ragdoll, she did the only thing she could and kicked at his legs trying to free herself.

He ignored her feeble kicks. Then pulling her head close to his ear, he said, "I don't know what's going on in that rancid little mind of yours, but there's something going on in it with your daughter. I can feel it in my gut, and my instincts are rarely wrong about these things. You are going to tell me, and if not now, eventually."

Crying uncontrollably, Brittany stopped kicking and went slack in his arms.

Given her reaction of flight, and now hearing the deep, unabated tenor of sorrow in her wailing sobs, Jack knew he had guessed correctly.

Sitting her down on the bed, he knelt on one knee in front of her, as if proposing. She slapped his face several times, but they had no effect. He just stared at her as she continued to cry.

After a long period of her sobbing, he finally spoke, "We all have secrets; deep, dark secrets that sometimes want to come out."

Through rending sobs she stammered, "I-I w-would n-n-never do t-that to her."

"Maybe not, but you have thought about it."

She nodded her head and wailed louder.

"And it turned you on when you did."

Another head nod and more wailing.

"You may think you'd never do that to her, Brit, but the trouble with these kinds of secrets is that eventually they want to become real."

Brittany screamed, "No! Never!" She tried to push him away, but her efforts were feeble, even for a diminutive person such as herself. Deep down she knew Jack was right, and it sucked the energy out of her. Eventually, all she could do was sob, uncontrollably.

Jack had seen this reaction a million times before in the interrogation room. Finally cornered by their own lies, the suspects eventually breakdown and resign themselves to their fate. As he always had done in these situations, seeing her sobbing remorse and penitence, Jack became more conciliatory in his attitude. Smoothing her hair with a gentle hand, he said, "I know it hurts, but it's good to get these things out in the open. It's healthy for you, and good for the soul. Now, look at me."

Through the prism of tears, her emerald eyes sparkled as she stared into Jack's face. He smiled at her. The same smile she saw in him from before, warm and friendly. He continued to smooth her hair as he spoke reassuringly, "I want to tell you that your secret is safe with me. I'll never use it against you, and this is the last time we'll speak of it."

This was another tactic he employed in his old profession, and with great effect, once suspects confessed to a 'smaller' crime, allow them a small reward by letting them 'get away' with it. In this way, he garnered increased loyalty and honesty from them down the line.

Brittany looked at him with confusion. She couldn't understand why he was being so forgiving now, when all he'd been up to this point was hard and unyielding. She looked down at her hands as she asked, "I don't understand. Why..."

She didn't finish her question, letting her voice trail off, but Jack knew what she was going to ask, and answered, "Because I'm not an evil man, Brit. Oh, I can be a hard-ass when I need to be, but I'm not evil. Not like some of the other men in your life."

She knew it was a veiled reference to Santos, and she wanted to ask him why he thought her husband evil. "You're talking about Santos, aren't you? Why do you hate him? Is it because he did something to you?"




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 02



"I hate him for a lot of reasons. Some of them are personal, but that's not what makes him evil. That's all I'll say on that subject for today. Now, you still have a debt to pay. First, I want you to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. When you come out, I want you to have removed your dress and bra, but leave your panties on. Then sit back down in this spot on the bed."

********

When she finished freshening up, Jack was waiting for her, leaning against the television bureau right in front of the place she was to sit.

His eyes followed her as she made her way quickly to the bed. He liked how her heavy breasts jiggled and swayed with each step she took—almost hypnotically. He noted with a grin that her profile from before hadn't lied. Even with her bra off, her tits didn't sag or flatten, remaining full, and firm and oh, so sensually erotic to his eye.

Feeling woefully self-conscious, Brittany blushed in response to Jack's hard gaze, and struck a timid pose when she sat down by folding her hands neatly into her lap. From deep within, she found the nerve to return his stare, and then, quietly waited for his instructions.

After long moments of complete silence, Jack finally said, "I'm still wondering if I'm wasting my time with you. I have little patience for women who are terrible lays. You know the kind, women that just lie there like lumps of flesh, doing nothing. There's no reason for me to keep coming back to you for sex and forestalling payment of your debt, if you can't fuck with enthusiasm. Tell me, Brit, are you any good at fucking, any good at all?"

"I think so."

"You think so? Well, that's quite an endorsement," Jack responded, sarcastically, "What about the other guys you've been with? Any of them tell you what a great fuck you are?"

For the life of her, she couldn't remember if any of them mentioned her great bed artistry or not, except for one, "Chris said I make him feel like a stud, like a real animal."

"Chris? Jesus that punk would say the same thing if he was fucking a knothole in a tree stump. Here's the thing, I've found out over the years that the best lays invariably suck the best cock. You know why, because the best lays love cock, period. They love the feel of it in their hand, the taste of it in their mouth, its hardness everywhere, and they absolutely love it when a guy comes. They love seeing his forceful ejaculation shooting up into the air after a real slow blowjob. A real, spectacular cum-shot from a hard cock really gets the good lays off. It's a power thing with them, I think. They feel real power when they get their man's cock to spray like a fire hose. It's as simple as that."

"I like...t-the cock," Brittany said defensively, and with some embarrassment.

"See, you made another mistake."

"What? When?"

"Just now. You said that you like cock, not that you love cock. Sure, you like cock when it's getting you off, but what woman doesn't. In the end, you don't really care about it, beyond it being long, thick and hard enough to do the job. Really, you, and the other shitty lays like you, would be just as happy with a vibrator. Then you could just lie there like a lumps, letting it do all the work like you usually do with a man, except without all the worry about pleasuring the guy afterwards."

Brittany got defensive, again, while losing the embarrassment. "That's not true! I love it when Santos comes, and I love his cock. I've given him tons of blowjobs. I even swallow sometimes. You can't say that about me, that I don't li...love the cock. You don't know."

"Come on Brit, I've watched you in action. You barely gave poor Chris' cock a few tugs before you were stuffing it into your impatient cunt. I don't think you even sucked on it once, even though he asked you a number of times. You didn't even give it a little lick, let alone a kiss."

"That was different. It was Chris."

"Why? It's a cock. Like I said, all good lays love cock. It doesn't matter whose cock."

The embarrassment was back, as she tried to explain, "T-That's something that should be done with someone y-you love. It's intimate and...and personal, too personal to do with just anyone. I don't love Chris, so I didn't suck his...his thing."

Jack answered with dripping sarcasm, "Well that's touching. Really, it's very sweet. Santos will be so proud and relieved knowing you didn't get too personal with Chris, and only fucked. But, I can tell it's pretty much an ironclad guarantee you're a shitty lay, and not worth my trouble. Put your dress back on and get out."

Panic seized her. "No! Wait! Give me a chance to prove it to you. Let me suck your cock. I really want to suck your cock. Please!"

"No. I keep telling you I'm not wasting any more time. You can keep telling me you love cock all you want, but I know it's a lie. And I know how this is going to end, with me being disappointed and feeling ill used. So put your dress back on, and because I'm a nice guy and a deal's a deal, you can take back the money. You're going to need it once the video uploads..."

"No!" she screamed, as she clutched hard to the bed covers in a show of defiant resistance.

Jack yanked her off the bed and onto her feet, "Come on. Let's get your dress. It's time for you to go home. I've got better things to do than teach you how to fuck."

She ripped away from his grip, surprising Jack with her strength.

She stood for a long moment staring at him, wild-eyed and panting as an animal caught in the throes of 'fight or flight.' She didn't beg anymore, or plead. She didn't cry or whine. She just stood, panting great draughts of air, and contemplating what she needs to do next.

Jack was about to turn away from her when she threw herself on her knees and right at his feet. Clawing at his crotch, she panted loudly, "Give me your fucking cock. I have to suck that fucking cock of yours!"

Jack looked down at her with a smile as she feverishly unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants. Then, in one violent motion, she yanked both his pants and boxers down to the floor. It was done more as a tethering move rather than one of passion. Putting his pants quickly around his ankles tied him to that spot so that he couldn't get away for her.

His semi-erect cock hung down low and thick just above her face. She noticed the head swell just a bit when a breath of air escaped her nostrils and caressing him ever so gently. She took one, long look. Long enough to take careful aim with her mouth, and then, she quickly pulled him in before he could stop her.

Brittany had no trouble pulling his cock all the way into her warm, wet confines, given that Jack was near flaccid. Then, reaching around with both hands, she took a firm hold of his muscular buttocks for balance while bobbing her head and sucking on him hard.

It wasn't long before she felt him growing...and growing...and...

Oh, good Lord.

...growing, to the point where she had to back completely off him before choking.

She looked up at him with a self-satisfied smirk, and asked, "How am I so far? I got it hard in short order, didn't I?"

"Not bad. You show promise. Yet, there's more to it than getting it hard. Shit, some days I pop a chubby if the breeze is right." Running his cockhead across her slightly parted lips, he said as a reminder, "Right now, your mouth is good for only one thing, so less talking and more sucking."

Brittany didn't attempt to put his whole cock back in her mouth. Instead, she continued to take short sucks and long licks around his offered cockhead while slowly stroking his shaft with a hand.

It felt good, but Jack was quickly losing interest in her technique. What she was doing wasn't really sucking cock. It was more like keeping it interested with the mouth while you jerk it off. 

Spicing up the game, Jack put her to the test. "If I wanted a hand job, I would have stayed home and did it myself, bitch. Put your hands behind your back."

She did as commanded, but continued to only lick and suck gently at his bulbous head.

His voice full of mock anger, Jack commented, "This is getting boring. It's called sucking cock, not licking cock. Put it in your mouth and suck, bitch, or put your clothes on."

Given her short stature, and without the use of her hands to give her balance or to help steady Jack's erection, Brittany had a hell of a time grabbing and keeping hold of his cock with just her mouth. Added to her problems was the fact that Jack's cock bent slightly upward when he was at 'full wood.' This put a terrible amount of strain in her neck and back muscles trying to stretch far enough upward just to place her lips around his now, enormous cockhead.

Worse, knowing the consequences if she should scrape his cock, and given Jack's 'upward bend' and her short stature, Brittany found it almost impossible keeping her upper teeth off his stiff shaft. So, not only did she have the extreme discomfort of stretching her neck and back muscles as much as she could and holding them, but also the added discomfort of having to wrap her upper lip under her teeth so that they wouldn't scrape Jack's cock. It wasn't long before her lips were chafe, raw and red.

Jack noted her discomfort with a smile, and warned, "No teeth, bitch. If I feel so much as a tiny scrape, the deal's off."

Brittany whimpered at his words, and was in severe physical and emotional distress maintaining her stiff position; however, she was able to pull Jack's cock a little way into her mouth, and bob her head while sucking on the end of his pole.

Jack was amused and more than pleased with her efforts. However, he continued to make it difficult for her, pushing his cock further forward and making her choke. Each time she choked, she'd invariably cough, causing Jack's cock to spring out of her mouth. At which point, she'd have to exert even more effort, stretch her neck and back even farther upward, wrap her teeth in her lips even more firmly, just to reacquire his stiff member so that she could do her feeble head bobs. Soon, her soft whimpers of discomfort became full-throated cries of anguish, and still Jack made her choke on his cock.

It wasn't long before Brittany just sat back on her heels, crying in frustration.

Jack looked down on her, and chuckled mockingly. She knew what the laughter meant, and feared it. It was the laughter of someone proven right all along. She couldn't do it. She couldn't suck cock the way he liked, and he as losing patience with her.

She looked up at him as he towered over her. His cock stood out straight and hard, as he held his hands arrogantly on his hips. From her vantage point, his massive erection blocked most of his face from her view. The visual of his power, standing above her, his cock obstructing her view like the moon eclipsing the sun and sheathing everything in darkness, both aroused and mocked her.

She pleaded for mercy.

Jack cut her off with another laugh, and then commented, scornfully, "Just as I thought, no cock sucking abilities at all. I just knew you'd be a shitty lay."

"No! Please," she whined, "I can suck your cock, but not like this. You're too tall..."

"No, you're too short," he corrected her, again with a touch of scorn in his voice. "Already, you had two strikes against you: you're a redhead and you've got a fat ass. So let's add a third strike, you're a fucking midget. Talk about not being my type, you have that in spades. The whole time I'm thinking: 'Jack, you're lowering yourself to fuck a dwarf, because of...what, exactly?'" Grabbing her chin, he roughly pulls her head up so that she's looking directly into his face, then he asks, "Answer me, cunt, why am I wasting my time fucking a dwarf?"

Between great rending sobs, she eked out, "B-B-Because you're a n-n-nice guy."

"Jesus, I'm not that nice," he commented almost under his breath as he reaches down to pick her up.

Seeing his words and actions as a dismissal, Brittany went flat to the floor, gripping hard at the carpet fibers. With her face and belly plastered to the carpet, she cried, "Please! You're not giving me a chance to..." She couldn't even finish her thought. Tears dripped freely from her eyes and onto the carpet. All she could do was continue to sob quietly, "Please," over and over into the dirty shag.

When he put a hand on her arm, and thinking he was going to pry her up off the floor and throw her out the door, she screamed with near heartrending sorrow, "No!" and gripped the carpet piles ever harder. She continued to cry hysterically while repeatedly screaming, "No," until her voice sounded hoarse.

At that point, Jack knew he had broken her about as much as he could, without her completely giving up.

With fake annoyance in his voice, he said, slowly, "Okay, okay, just shut up for a minute." He waited for her to quiet down some more before continuing in an even voice, "Look you stupid bitch, there's a reason I had you sit on the bed to begin with. You midgets just don't have the legs to give even a passable, 'on your knees, bitch,' blowjob. Now, quit crying like a spoiled cunt and sit where I told you."

She slowly got off the floor while giggling moronically, sounding like some death row inmate who just got a last-second stay of execution from the governor. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she sat on the bed and quietly waited, hoping for another chance to prove she was worth his time.

Now that he thought her broken, Jack would let her chomp on the proverbial bit for a while; first by taking his time removing his shoes and socks, and then stepping out of his pants and drawers. He left his shirt on for the moment. Stepping over to the sink, he washed himself, face, hands and arms, everything. He even washed his cock, washed all the dried and tacky saliva off his member. Everything was to start anew, fresh, as fresh as if they had both stepped through the motel room door only moments before.

Brittany watched him the whole time with quiet anticipation. She thought about what she knew of him in the brief time they had been together, what he liked and disliked. There wasn't a lot of information, but maybe enough. She needed to determine the best way she should 'attack' his cock when he offered it to her again. Brittany knew she didn't have too many chances left to prove her worth, and she needed to...no, wanted to...get it right.

Yes, he took his time, and she was a bit amazed he maintained his hardness through all his slow deliberation.

That was the thing about Jack. He always stayed hard until he came. Moreover, he always made sure he didn't come until he was good and ready, and that was only when the women he was fucking were cramping up from taking him so long in the mouth, pussy, or ass. Only when they begged him to come deep inside them—mouth, pussy, or ass—would he let himself have release.

Dropping the towel to the floor, Jack stepped right up and in front of Brittany as she sat waiting.

At the same time, Brittany put her hands behind her back again. She breathed an audible sigh of relief that, seeing his cock right at eye level. She wouldn't have to strain to suck him off.

Now that she was starting to understand his proclivities a little, and as a bit of sensual panache she knew he'd enjoy, she stared longingly up into his eyes with an open mouth, waiting for him to push his stiff member past her moist lips.

Jack smiled down at her. Putting a foot on the bed for leverage and balance, he said, "No, put your hands on my hips. Now, I want to see what you can do having everything at your disposal, mouth and hands. Show me what you can do. Don't let me down again, bitch."

Jack called it their revenge suck. If you told the naughty housewives they couldn't suck dick enough times, they'd eventually go out of their way to prove him wrong. It was their typical behavior after being berated, and it didn't matter to Jack whether they sucked on his cock out of pure hate or pure lust. All that mattered was their unbound compliance, and the raw emotional response they provided when putting his fat tool into their lusty mouths.

Brittany innovated right from the start. Shifting her hands to Jack's, muscular buttocks, she grabbed them firmly while pulling him toward her. Keeping his cock about a third of the way in, she clamped her lips tightly around his shaft while bobbing her head.

She never pulled him in too deep, just deep enough to work her tongue all around his head and upper shaft while she gently sucked. At the same time, she massaged his firm ass, pulling and pushing on his buttocks and guiding his hips to move forward and back, matching her head bob.

Jack liked that she took over a little control with her hands, manipulating his hips as much as her strength allowed. In addition, hearing the rapid, staccato breathing through her nose was a welcome sound, telling him that her arousal was climbing, and that she was enjoying his cock as much as Jack was enjoying her technique.

Massaging his tight, muscular ass really turned her on, causing her mind to wander into areas of what he might do with her. Mostly, she thought about him using those hard buttocks to drive his fat, hard cock deep into her pussy. The mental image of him pounding into her with his tool, driven by his muscular ass and thighs, made her groin moisten, her breath quicken, and her head lighten.

Removing Jack's cock from her mouth to catch her breath, Brittany brought one of her hands around and up. Cupping his heavy balls, she massaged and gently kneaded them with her palm as she took quick flicks with her tongue all along the sensitive underside of his shaft and cockhead.

She knew Santos liked the technique, and so took a moment to glance up into Jack's face to catch his reaction to her flicking tongue. At first, a small, lustful smile donned his face, but when she took to nibbling up and down along the sensitive underside of his shaft with her lips and tongue, she saw his eyes glaze over in pleasure.

Yes, the same as Santos, she mused, Men are so predictably easy.

Brittany smiled, but hid her pleasure behind his thick rod so that he couldn't see, and said in a teasing manner, "See, I told you I loved cock."

"Maybe I was wrong," Jack answered, a little annoyed. He noticed that whenever she got into a good rhythm with her mouth, she needed to announce the fact, thus, breaking the tempo. It pissed him off that she couldn't just suck his cock without thumping her chest in showmanship. Clamping a large hand to her head to immobilize her, he added, "But great cocksuckers and lovers of cock can swallow the whole thing. So, open wide, bitch...wider!"

Jack actually didn't wait for her to 'open wide,' and pushed his cock passed her slightly parted lips. His abrupt oral invasion surprised her as her eyes went wide and her arms helplessly flailed about at her sides.

He slid his cock in quickly until he met with resistance, and then pushed in a bit further before holding himself steady.

Arms still flailing, Brittany gagged and coughed around his hard meat, blowing thick gobs of saliva down his shaft and across his pubis and balls. She continued to cough and gag until she put a hand on Jack's thigh, at which point he pulled out, giving her a chance to breathe. It wasn't much of a chance, however, as he pushed his cock back in her mouth when Brittany was in mid-gag. She still had a backlog of saliva in her mouth, and given her strong gag reflex, she violently retched around Jack's muscle.

Jack quickly pulled out again. Large pools of saliva were heaved all across his groin and midsection. In between gagging fits, Brittany tried to say, "Stop," or "Wait," but Jack just laughed and pushed his cock back in, and deeper still.

Holding her head steady, and with about half his cock in her mouth and down her throat, he said above her muffled coughing fits, "How's that cock taste now, bitch? You're not leaving this room until I can feel your chin against my nuts."




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 02



Tears streamed out of her eyes, smearing what little mascara she was wearing, down her cheeks.

When Jack removed himself again, his cock was heavily coated with her slick fluids. Thick and heavy strands of saliva dripped off his shaft, falling softly onto her massive breasts and thighs.

Still coughing and retching, Brittany quickly swallowed the excess spit in her mouth, and started to say, "I can't..."

Jack slapped her across the cheek. It wasn't too hard of a slap, just hard enough to make her yelp, and probably more out of surprise than pain. "I don't want to hear, 'I can't,' again. In fact, I don't want to hear anything out of you. The only thing your mouth is good for is sucking cock, which you're doing poorly. Now lick all that slime off my cock! Clean it, bitch!"

Even though her cheek stung from his slap, underscoring Jack posed a physical threat, the tone of his voice was what frightened Brittany the most. She didn't hesitate to comply.

As she licked and swallowed the excess saliva from cockhead to mid-pole, she heard him command, "All of it, bitch! Every drop. Even off those luscious tits of yours."

With Jack's cock cleaned, she commenced licking the heavy strands of saliva off her breasts, using both hands to hold each of her massive tits up to her mouth.

Jack noted, laughingly, "It looks to me you like sucking on your own tits better than my cock. Suck on those nipples. I want to see you suck and lick at those knobs...that's a girl. Let me hear you pop your mouth off those tits...louder! Really make them pop. Suck on those big tits hard and make your mouth pop as loud as you can. I want the neighbors telling us to shut up, you're so loud...that's it...good! Now, that's how I want you sucking cock. I want to hear a loud pop when I pull my cock out of your mouth, there's so much suction. Understand? Good. Now, before you jump back on my stick, tongue my balls like a good bitch."

Dropping her tits like a bad date, she dove forward, taking large, wet, kissing bites with her tongue and lips to each of his testicles. His sack felt smooth and dry against her lips. Pulling one into her mouth and rolling it about with her tongue, it felt oddly heavy and cool against inside of her cheeks. Then she did the same to the other, tonguing it until she felt his sack tighten against her lips.

"That's right. That's a good bitch. You're almost sucking cock like you know what you're doing. Now, stroke my cock while you suck on those nuts."

With one of his testicles still in her mouth and a hand still holding the base of the shaft, she brought her other hand up and began sliding it along the slickened surface of his cock. She heard a soft moan escape his lips as she applied a little more speed with her stroking hand. Looking up and around his cock as she sucked on his balls, she saw that same, small, lustful smile creasing his lips. Brittany knew she was doing it well.

"All right, bitch, very good. Now close your eyes and open your mouth wide."

Feeling him grab roughly at a tuft of her hair, he pulled her to him. His cock slid in, past her lips and across her moist tongue. Closer and closer he pulled her, and further and further his massive cock slid in, sliding and bending slightly down into her throat. She began to gag again, but he continued to advance.

When she put a hand on his thigh as a sign he should stop choking her, he said, "Relax, bitch, you're not going to die." Jack went in just a little further before pulling back a bit, commanding, "Tighten those lips around my cock, bitch, and suck. Remember, I want to hear it pop."

When he felt increased suction, he began to pull and push on her head, so that her mouth slid along his shaft, effectively turning her into an objectified masturbatory devise, completely devoid of will.

He continued this way for a while, pulling her head back to the point where her lips touched his cockhead, then pulling her closer and ramming his cock further down her throat. After a while, it seemed she became accustomed to having his cock lodged in her throat because her gagging slackened.

Jack noted her lack of gagging, too, and so, pushed his cock a little bit further in each time he thrust forward.

Eventually, he got his cock about three-quarters of the way in before she began to choke, uncontrollably. It was as far as he dared force it in from his position, at which point he renewed pulling and pushing her head along his shaft by her hair, while commanding her to continue to tighten her lips and suck.

He continued pushing and pulling on her head by her hair, sliding her tightened lips along his shaft for a while and setting up a comfortable rhythm for her, when suddenly, he yanked her head back, hard. His tug was so forceful, Brittany lost total contact with his cock. It stood out straight and hard, pulsating on its own right in front of her face.

Jack, still with a tight grip on her hair, cocked his hips to the left and then released them like a batter releasing his body to swing at a pitch. His hips rotated through, sending his stiff member careening across her cheek and nose. The cock-slap was hard, loud, and unexpected, making Brittany yelp in pain and surprise.

Shaking her head like a half-full burlap sack, Jack yelled at her, "What did you hear when I pulled out of your mouth, cunt?"

Before she could answer, Jack send his cock hard across her face from the other direction. This time, the blow left a red, linear mark along Brittany's cheek. Tears streamed down her face from the pain, as Brittany sat with her mouth hanging open trying to form words. Again, Jack sent his hard cock across her face. Then again, and again, and again, and each time his cock struck her cheek or ricocheted off her nose, he yelled down at her, "What did you hear, cunt?"

With numerous, wide linear marks blooming all across her cheeks, she heard Jack yell on the last cock-slap, "Tell me what you heard, or I swear I'll start slapping you with my hand!"

"Nothing," she screamed, "I heard nothing!"

"That's right! We didn't hear a pop."

Immediately, Jack plunged his cock deep into her mouth, making Brittany gag and choke, again.

Brittany knew what needed to be done. Fighting through the gagging, she clamped her lips around his thick shaft as tightly as she could, and then forcefully sucked on him until her cheeks were sunken in the extreme and tight against her teeth.

Jack yanked her head back in that moment, producing a loud pop as the seal that had formed around Jack's cock and behind Brittany's lips was broken.

"That's what I want to hear," Jack stated with delight, "Do it again, bitch."

Again, Jack slid his cock deep into her mouth, but this time Brittany was ready for him, and clamped her lips tightly around him without gagging.

Jack immediately yanked her head back, producing the same loud popping sound.

"Again!" he yelled, followed by another, loud pop.

Over and over, Jack plunged his cock into her mouth and always ending with the distinctive, loud pop when he pulled her head away. He continued his rough treatment, although lengthening the time he kept his cock in her mouth. Eventually, he put them both back into the same push/pull rhythm as before, with her hair tightly grip in a hand as he slid her mouth, back and forth along his erection, but this time, ending the routine with a loud pop.

Jack said, approvingly, "Yeah, that's how I want you sucking on my cock. Well done, bitch."

Brittany had never been so used and abused by anyone in her life. A bevy of different emotions flowed through her, ranging from humiliation to abject rage, and, if she could admit it, all the way through to absolute arousal. She really didn't know whether she should love or hate what was being done to her, so chaotic and transient were her feelings. Eventually, as her differing emotions ran their course, all that was left were feelings of confusion. Confusion that she could begin to like what Jack was doing to her. She wasn't a wife or mother anymore. She wasn't even a whore. She was just a tool for pleasure, without will, or dignity, or even thought, and, in some strange way, it made her feel free.

Jack saw the pained and hateful looks that first crossed her flushed face. However, those looks of derision soon melded into ones of determined want. At that moment, he knew what she was experiencing. He saw the transformation often in the wives he sexually abused. It was the look of finally being cut free from themselves: free from morals or self-condemnation, and free from the control of normal conventions. They didn't have to play at being the prissy homemaker any longer, faking false embarrassment or humiliation, or decrying their situation of being taken advantage. It was the look of women finally letting go, allowing themselves to be totally dominated by a man and exclusively used for his pleasure.

For some reason, they never allowed this newfound emotion of uninhibitedness to seep into their marriage. They always held out a particle of restraint even in the seclusion of their own bedrooms. Maybe it was because of pride that they needed to keep something of themselves hidden from exposure, hidden even from their husbands. Jack, for whatever the reason or cause, had the gift for cutting them free of that restraint, and, over time, they came to want that freedom, more and more.

There was a final pop, as Jack pulled his cock completely out of her mouth. Brittany was panting heavily as he said to her, "Come here, my little cocksucker. I think you'll find this way easier." Still with a firm hold of her hair, Jack laid back on the bed, pulling her along with him. "Flip around my little cocksucker, knees up toward my head and your mouth down where it will do the most good."

As she repositioned herself, Jack pushed her head down toward his groin, and said, "Now, swallow my cock like a good, little cocksucker."

Kneeling alongside him, Brittany didn't hesitate, accepting his massive tool as it came closer to her lips. Slowly, she inched his cock further into her mouth and down her throat.

Jack always liked this point of view above all the others: seeing them with their head down, subservient in both look and deed, as they try to pull him in deeper, but the submissive is combined with the right amount of haughtiness, as their ass sticks up and back in the air, so defiantly, so invitingly. It always filled him with prideful glee when all the horny housewives sucked on his pole this manner.

Feeling the need to caress her firm, round bottom, he cupped her ass with the palm of his hand. He didn't spank it, squeeze it, or even stroke it, though. He just laid a gentle hand flat across the cleft of her buttocks. So gentle, in fact, she didn't even notice it there, as she feverishly worked his cock deeper down her throat.

He had repeatedly berated her about what he called 'her fat ass.' Looking at it now, however, it wasn't that bad. Although she could lose a few pounds, narrowing those hips, Jack thought her bottom enticingly full and juicy—not quite the bubble-butt he called her before.

More important than the look, was the feel of her. Warm moisture radiated pervasively from her ass and groin, as her hard nipples scratched delicately and sensuously across his abdomen, each time she shifted her head and body about, trying to pull his cock further into and down her throat.

The look and feel of her was extremely erotic to Jack. So much so, desire welled up in him far greater than any he had known with any of the other wives. It surprised him that he found this redheaded imp—mate to his mortal enemy—so captivating.

Jack smiled to himself, because desire is a two way street. He knew she was fully imbued with it as well. Her hot groin told him so. It was her little, telltale heart that she couldn't hide, dripping hot and staining her panties. Desires flowed from her as a perched aquifer—warm and wet—desires, if not for him, precisely, than for what he was feeding her.

He took his hand away from her ass and placed it high up along her inner thigh so that his thumb lightly brushed the cleft in her vulva. Earlier in their meeting, this same, bold touch made her skin crawl as she went rigid and cold with disgust in his arms. Now, however, his caressing hand and prompted her to hike her ass a little higher in the air. She gave it a little wiggle and widened her knees a little further. A clear signal that she wanted Jack to continue digging deeper and more thoughtfully under her panties and into those sweet places with that caressing hand.

He would deny her that pleasure, at least for now. Today, she's to prove her mettle as a cocksucker, and nothing more.

He looked down at her head and watched her work. She was sucking on him slowly, almost thoughtfully, pulling him in just enough to where he could feel her throat tightening around his cockhead, sending tingles of bliss streaming throughout his groin.

Occasionally, she took him deeper, where he really felt the snug confines of her throat gripping him firmly about the shaft. During these moments, Jack would playfully flex his cock in her throat. She never gagged at this, and instead, let loose a series of soft, sweet 'yummy' sounds whenever she felt his fat cock shift deep within her. Jack was impressed.

Brittany really wasn't too terrible a cocksucker. A little hesitant to do some things, perhaps, and she lacked imagination, given Jack had to tell her to do certain things. Both deficiencies could be fixed in time. More important to Jack, now that she was over her initial resistance to his size, she possessed a warm and pleasing mouth that seemed naturally to invite a cock to go deeper. Even better, no matter how stuffed with cock her mouth could be, she had a real knack at keeping her teeth away from his more sensitive parts. Jack was very impressed.

Still, even with numerous attempts, she couldn't or wouldn't, pull him all the way inside. That was another common trait of the other wives; the thick, muscular base of his cock always defied insertion into their tiny mouths, at least, not without a little help.

Jack gave her a soft kiss right on the exposed part of her buttock, just below the panty line on her left thigh; a sweet kiss of appreciation for the way she was sucking on his cock. She wiggled her ass again, signaling she wanted more, and it was difficult for Jack not to comply.

He left his face close to her groin, and deeply inhaled her musky scent. A woman's odor was always a heady and intoxicating scent for Jack, proving a strong temptation for him to start teasing their sensuous, warm and wet, sweet parts with his tongue and lips.

Other men he knew didn't share his appetites in pleasuring a woman orally, implying that men who enjoy performing cunnilingus had questionable masculinity. It was an irrational, macho attitude of some in his profession that Jack vehemently disagreed with. He loved a woman's scent, their flavor, and, most of all, he loved hearing them squeal in ecstasy and delight when he nibbled at their clit or tickled them deep with his nose.

Brittany's scent was even more intoxicating for him, but he resisted the impulse to give her what she desired. Reminding himself her pleasure would have to wait, at least until she had a bit more schooling.

Wrapping a powerful arm around her waist and securing her tight to his body, he gave her buttock another kiss before placing his other hand on her head. Just as she drew his cock deeper into her mouth, he said to her as a warning, "Don't be afraid," before holding her head down.

He didn't push himself further into her mouth, not yet anyway, just held her head down for the longest time. When she showed the first signs of panic by nudging his legs with her hands, he relaxed his grip.

Once she felt him release pressure, Brittany quickly came off his member. Taking in large draughts of air, she began coughing out the saliva that had pooled in her mouth across Jack's already saturated cock.

Barely allowing her enough air as she continued coughing, Jack forced Brittany's head down again, plunging his member deep into her mouth and down her throat. Jack stopped pushing when her lips were still a couple of inches above the base of his cock. He held her down until he saw her balling up her hands into fists, preparing to strike his legs again, before letting her up.

Again, she came off him quickly, and although she panted heavily, this time she avoided the gut-wrenching coughing fits, having swallowed any excess saliva.

Jack pushed her head down again. Brittany barely squeaked out a, "Please...," before her voice was cut off by his invading cock.

He said, as he held her head down, "Please nothing, we're going to keep doing this until you learn how to chug cock like a good lay should. Now inch that cock all the way down, bitch. I want to feel your nose tickling my balls."

Jack continued in this manner, repeatedly pushing his cock deeper down her throat while holding her head down. Toward the end of the ordeal, each time he let her up, her saliva lay as thick and heavy strands connecting her lips and chin to his member.

For her part, Brittany occasionally whined at Jack's harsh treatment, but she did as told, by pulling him further in as best she could. Eventually, she touched the hard bone of his pubis with her lips.

Jack complimented her, "Good girl. Now, let's see how long you can hold me in."

Jack held her down again, but this time he shifted his hips back and forth, causing his cock to slide in and out and around in her throat. After pumping his cock into her mouth like it was a pussy, he told her, "Okay, bitch, grab some air and then go all the way down."

They fell into a rhythm. After Brittany took a breath, Jack would push her head down all the way before renewing his fucking motion. After a while, Jack eased off pushing her head down as Brittany pulled him all the way in on her own.

Throughout the many cycles of their rhythm, Jack would continue to compliment her. They were vulgar comments to be sure, aimed at praising her cock sucking abilities, but they were still compliments. After one particularly inventive technique where she massaged his balls with her fingers while he fucked her throat, he said, "See, this isn't so bad. That's good cock sucking. It's always the same with you slutty wives. Once you get the taste of a real man's cock, it gets easier and easier for you to take him down to the nuts."

Coming up for more air, she responded, "Please don't talk to me like that. It's bad enough you're making me blow you like a whore, but why do you have to humiliate me..."

He cut her pleas off with a hard, quick thrust of his cock, making her gag again. Then, he said, "I'm teaching you how to suck cock like a woman who enjoys sex, and not like some lazy, fat-assed sow that only blows their man if they want something. Now shut up and swallow the cock, bitch, and keep swallowing it until I say stop!"

Jack continued his vulgarities, but Brittany didn't complain after that.

Eventually, Jack discontinued his slow pumping as Brittany, who was finding a rhythm of her own, took over more and more of the duties with an exaggerated head bob.

Something was happening to her. She began feeling something unexpected—growing deep within her—and that new feeling was bringing something else to the surface: revulsion. It wasn't revulsion at Jack, but revulsion with herself that she liked what she was doing.

Brittany couldn't explain it and didn't understand it, but she loved the feel of him: his powerful arms and legs, his heaving chest against her as he breathed, his soft kisses to her buttock, right down to the feel of his hard member, the ultimate symbol of his strength and masculinity, as it slid within her tightened throat. Mostly, she loved knowing the pleasure she imparted on that symbol. She could feel that pleasure in how his cock swelled further as she took him deep, and see the pleasure each time she took it out of her mouth, standing as it did, straight and stiff, without any help from her hands. She knew that the more pleasure she gave it, the more control she could garner.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 02



Lying so close to him, it was as if she felt his power; that internal and external force which radiated off him. It seemed to encapsulate her, filling her. When he moaned a deep rumble of pleasure that she could even feel, as well hear, she swelled with pride and dripped with arousal.

And all of that disturbed her, because she didn't know what these emotions said about her as a wife, mother, or even as a woman. Had she always been a whore, and Jack just brought it out of her, or was it just Jack and Jack alone, making her feel this way? The thought of either possibility sickened her in the extreme with self-loathing, but that revulsion was quickly masked by her excitement each time she took him deep into her mouth.

Jack, propped up on his elbows, watched her perform her duties more closely, and noticed the change in her, as well. Hesitant before, now she was sliding him in easy, seemingly without guilt or remorse. Each time his thick cock disappeared from view, sliding deeper into the tight confines of her throat, he felt a little bit more of her reluctance wane, replaced with what he could only describe as want. He felt the transformation often in the wives he blackmailed, as they turned from reluctant spouse into eager whore, but it had never happened so quickly.

Brittany was very good, and getting better as the minutes past. Along with her growing eagerness, there was an emerging inventiveness in her technique, and it surprised and pleased him.

Now, every time she took him deep, to where her lower lip was touching his pubis, she would pivot her head slightly, back and forth, which shifted her throat around his cock. She would do this a number of times in quick succession before coming up for air. Sometimes, though, she would forgo the quick assault, and hold him in for as long as she could, pressing her head down further so that her nose rubbed the top of his scrotum as she shifted her head about. When she needed to rest a bit, she would spend the time lovingly stroking his slicked up cock with a hand while kissing and sucking gently at the head, or running a hot tongue up and down his shaft, before pulling him fully inside again. Moreover, whatever she did with her mouth, her hands were always playing with his balls, gently massaging, pulling, and kneading them with teasing fingers.

Jack couldn't hold back any longer.

Brittany had him deep inside again, as he neared climax. He didn't say anything to her as a warning, only uttering a loud and deep rumble of pleasure as he released.

The first shot caught her off guard. She quickly pulled off him as she continued to cough and retch. Although she tried to move out of the way, Jack held her tight to his side as he plastered her all about the face and chin with his ejaculate, and ordered her to keep stroking. As she did, one heavy shot of ejaculate after another continued spray her about the face and hair.

As she felt his cock going soft in her hand, Jack's arm also slackened, releasing her. Running to the bathroom, she continued to retch and cough into the sink.

After taking a sip of water from her cupped hand, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection gazed back at her with a blank expression. Dried mascara streaked down her cheeks, mingling with the thick strands of semen that dripped from her face and chin. Like before, when she was filled with self-loathing, she felt a wave of shame, mixed with arousal, flow over her. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to cry or come.

Hearing Jack get off the bed, she quickly splashed water on her face, washing the cum and mascara away.

Dressing quickly, Jack slid up next to her while she continued to clean her face.

Brittany looked at him in the mirror with real fire in her eyes, and asked with dripping sarcasm, "Was that good enough? Do I measure up to your standards as a good lay, your Magnificence?"

"Not bad, baby. You passed the first test. I've kept bitches around who sucked worse cock, but we'll see what you can do next week."

He tried to put his arm around her waist in a false show of camaraderie, but she stepped away from him with a look of revulsion.

"Don't be like that," he said, laughingly, at her childlike behavior.

"Don't touch me like we're friends. You repulse me," she spit back.

Grabbing her firmly about the shoulders, he slid his other hand down her panties and still felt a heavy, warm moisture encapsulating her groin.

Smiling knowingly into her face, he said, "I repulse you, huh? That may be, but your cunt is dripping a different tune." Letting her go, he added, "Which reminds me. I want to see a bald pussy for next time, understand?"

She stared back at him in shock. How much more dignity will he take from her? Finally, she asked, "What about Santos? What do I tell him if he asks?"

Jack responded as he walked away, "I don't give a fuck. Tell him anything you want. I suspect he won't even notice. Either way, come with a clean pussy."

Jack was sitting at the small table when she finished dressing. He indicated she should sit in the other chair. Sliding a folded up piece of paper toward her, he said, "Take it. I've written the name and address of a reputable pawn dealer I know. He owes me favors, so he'll give you a good price. I expect another three grand from you next week, and I don't want you going back to daddy for the money."

"I don't understand."

"You're to sell some of those pretty things you have. Start with that diamond brooch Santos gave you. That should fetch at least four grand. You can keep the extra thousand, just because I'm a nice guy."

"How do you know what I have?"

"How did I know you had indecent thoughts about Alandra, Brit? I know things about you. I'm very resourceful."

Brittany visibly trembled in shock, both from hearing her daughter's name again in a sexual context, and that he knows so much about her private life and possessions. She said, weakly, "You promised me you'd never mention that again."

"I just wanted to remind you not to question me. Let me also remind you that I'm better at this than you, so don't even think about trying to fuck me out of the money you owe me, or hint to Santos something's wrong."

She shifted gears quickly, and whined, "But the brooch? I think Santos paid eight for that."

"The guy I'm sending you to is a pawn broker, not a charity. I figure he'll give you four. If you can get more out of him, then more power to you. Whatever you get, though, I want three."

The weight of the futility of her situation finally hit her hard. He knew everything about her, even her most secret thoughts, and all she knew of him was his name and that he liked blowjobs.

Looking at him with scorn and tears in her eyes, she asked, sarcastically, "Is there anything else?"

"Not unless you want to suck my cock again."

"Fuck you!" she belted out.

Jack said, laughingly, "Hold your horses, bitch. That's the plan for next week."

Leaving, it took all of Brittany's restraint not to slap the smirk off Jack's face as she slammed the motel room door closed behind her.



Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 03



Thank you all for your positive comments and emails about the story so far. Unfortunately, there have been more than a few readers sending me personal emails, detailing how they plan rating my story a one star just because of the genre. Thank you...I think...for your honesty, and the heads-up of your intensions (as if there was anything I could do about them). However, I cannot give the same credence for your courage, given that all but one email was anonymous.

As to the main point of this preface: the nature of Nonconsent/Reluctance stories. For those of you unfamiliar with this genre, an excellent summary of the problems facing authors of nonconsent stories can be found at this link: www.literotica.com/s/a-treatise-on-nonconsent. I encourage everyone to take the time to read the author's short, 750-word essay, particularly if you're still considering rating my story low only because you don't like the genre.

Now, for those of you who are familiar with the genre, but find it distasteful and disturbing, I need to remind you that this is a fictional (and I emphasis, fictional), nonconsent story, and a rather mild to moderate form of the genre, to boot. Given your emails, it would seem some of you believe this story is, in some way, autobiographical, and that I have personally blackmailed women into having sex, and thus, making me an evil fuck. I can assure you, I have never blackmailed anyone, male or female, nor do I ever intend to. Nor do I want anything bad to happen to anyone, friend or foe. I hate to think what type of messages you might send Steven King, given that the subjects he writes about are vastly more disturbing than mine.

I don't mind you hating my story because of poor writing, plotting, or (just pick any grammatical or stylistic problem of your choice, and apply here). In this regard, letting me know what you don't like in story as a reader, invariably makes me a better writer, and I welcome that. However, you, as a reader, should also expect nonconsent stories to contain a certain degree of emotional, psychological, and/or physical discomfort toward the characters involved. It's the nature of the beast and the main impetus of the genre to begin with. To expect differently is childish.

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The following week, Jack took Brittany through the same procedure as before: she rented the room, waited fifteen minutes for Jack, and then let him in when he knocked.

Brittany was wearing the same black dress as last time. She complemented the outfit by wearing a deep shade of red lipstick, and accentuated her eyes with the right amount of black mascara, making their green color stand out well in contrast.

Jack smiled to himself, amused. Most of the other wives didn't bother with makeup, at least until they were well into the program. Brittany, on the other hand, seemed to be easing into her role as concubine faster than Jack had anticipated.

On the table was another paper bag full of money. Jack picked it up and felt its heft. It seemed about right. He didn't bother looking inside, knowing all three thousand would be there. Setting the money back down on the table, he asked, "Any trouble with the broker?"

"I got four thousand like you said. I asked for more, but..."

"Like I said, he's not a charity."

She couldn't hide her ire, and blurted out, "Yeah, and I went back a few days later and saw it in his case with a six thousand dollar price tag."

Jack laughed, and said, "The man's got to make a profit."

"Profit," Brittany yelled, incredulously, "That's not profit! That's theft!"

"Alright, just shut up about it. You have other nice things he'll take off your hands and give you a fair price, whether you think so or not. So don't fuck it up by pissing him off, or you'll really be in trouble. Now, take off all your clothes."

She did as commanded. Yet, still wary about her situation, did so facing away from him. When she turned to face him, she had an arm wrapped around her breasts, while her other hand covered her groin, looking every bit like Botticelli's painting, 'The Birth of Venus.'

Jack sat back in the chair admiring the view, and striking the same pose as before: an elbow resting on the arm of the chair and his hand propped up under his chin. "Such a shy girl," he finally said, "You shouldn't be after last week. Drop your arms."

When she did, he saw that she didn't have any pubic hair. He smiled at her, and asked, "Did you remove all of it?"

"Yes."

"Then show me. Sit back on the bed."

Sitting on the bed, she spread her legs so he could see.

There was no hair at all around her groin. Free from any covering, the folds of her outer labia looked thick, almost muscular. Particularly in comparison to her more delicate, inner labia, a small corner of which, peeked out, teasingly, from behind the heavy outers. The whole area of her vulva jutted slightly away from her body—a cute, semi-spherical area that reminded Jack of an apple with the skin removed. It took most of his will power not to bite her sweet, tender offering, or, at least, to reach out and touch I and push that small, tease of an inner fold, back under its protective covering.

"Very nice," he finally said, while smiling thoughtfully into her eyes, "It looks like a thorough job. Did you use a razor?"

Brittany tried to cover her groin again with her hand, but Jack stopped her with a headshake. Sitting stiffly, she answered, "I used one of those chemical, hair removal products."

"I hope it didn't burn too badly."

She just shook her head.

Continuing to look at her intently, Brittany began sweating as his stare bore down and into her. She had to look away to keep from crying out of anxiety and frustration from being on display.

Seeing her look away, he asked, "When did you fuck last?"

She initially gave him a shocked look that he would ask her such a personal question, then realized she shouldn't be shocked by anything Jack asked or did. Finally, she responded, "A couple of days ago."

"Was it with Santos?"

Another shock face before blurting, "Of course!"

"What do you mean, 'Of course,' using that indignant tone? It's a valid question given your history." She was about to respond to his insult, when he cut her off with another question, "Did he notice when he fucked you?"

She knew what he meant. Dejected, she just shook her head.

"I thought as much. Now, come here and kneel in front of me."

As she knelt on the floor between his legs, he brought his face closer to hers. Thinking he was going to kiss her, she turned her head to the side so that he couldn't kiss her lips. Instead of a kiss, however, she heard him take a deep sniff of air near the nape of her neck. Then he said, "But I notice you're wearing Dior, again. It's very nice."

She didn't respond, but wondered why a man who could treat her the way he was could be as discerning about what she wore, while her own husband, who she loved and was sure he loved her back with equal condor, wouldn't have notice if she had just rolled around in a stable.

Life is so fucking unfair, she thought.

Her head was still turned to the side as he ran his fingers through her hair. He was gentle, so very gentle. When he encountered a little snarl, he slowly worked the hairs free. She barely felt him untangling the strands. Santos would have either left it alone, or ripped his fingers through...

Stop it! Stop comparing, she thought to herself, while stifling a cry.

Jack heard her sniff back a tear, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just have a tickle in my throat. Could we just get this over with?"

"Still trying to rush me, I see. I like your scent, Brit, and the feel of your skin. I can sit here and admire you for a bit, can't I? Nothing wrong with that, is there?"

She shook her head in response, and thought, Why him? Why fucking him? Santos would have shot his wad by...goddamn it, quit comparing you stupid bitch.

She felt his hand moving slowly down her neck, outlining the small indentation in the front where her Adam's apple was. Moving his fingers lower, he traced out her collarbone, gently running a finger along the top toward her outer shoulder, and then below as he traced his way back to her breastbone.

Goose bumps alighted across her skin at each of his touches. Images of the last time she was with him flashed through her mind—images of what she did to him and how it made her feel. She felt the first tingle of arousal between her legs, as his fingers worked lower toward her breasts.

A barely audible, "No," escaped her lips. It wasn't a weak command for him to stop, however, rather a vain attempt for her to keep from becoming sexually excited.

Jack thought she meant something else with her 'No,' and asked, slyly, "No, what?"

She only answered by shaking her head.

Jack traced a finger around her pink areola. Immediately it dimpled and hardened, as did the nipple. Then, he traced a finger around the other, getting the same reaction. "You're more responsive today than last time. I like that."

He heard her breathing increase and felt her heart pumping faster as he continued to trace both her nipples with a bridging, outstretched hand, index finger and thumb touching each simultaneously. Her breathing went even deeper, becoming almost a pant, as he gently cupped a breast and massaged it ever so slightly so that his palm rubbed against her.

"Yes, much more responsive," he commented softly with satisfaction, and then commanded, "Kneel on the bed. Keep your head down and your ass in the air, and wait."

Jack took his time disrobing, staring at her the whole time. He noticed her breath quicken with anticipation as the long moments of waiting bled out.

When he finished folding his clothes into the chair, he told her to spread her knees a little more and flatten her chest tighter to the bed. The action caused her buttocks to jut lewdly backward. 

He sat in the chair, looking directly into her groin, admiring the view of her exaggerated, heart-shaped bottom above the muscular, outer folds of her vulva. The cleft of her outer labia glistened from arousal. The visual made his cock stiffen even more than it already was.

This was the moment he like best. When everything they've tried to hide becomes vulnerable to the roguish stares of a stranger; and yet, although embarrassed in the extreme, they all panted heavily with anticipation. Brittany was no different from the others in this regard, although she hide her excitement better than most.

Goose bumps erupted all across her thighs and buttocks, while her chest heaved with ever quickening breaths from nerves and excitement.

Jack knelt alongside her frame, placing one hand on her back. Her skin felt cool as more goose bumps formed around his fingertips. Pressing his hand down firmly while massaging her from the small of her back to her shoulder blades, he could feel her muscles tighten against him. Cupping her vulva with his other hand, he felt a growing warmth. He didn't part her outer folds. Instead, he firmly massaged the bare area, extending his gentle massage up and down each of her inner thighs before firmly massaging her pussy once more.

He worked his hands slowly across their respective areas, occasionally bringing them together at a point along her buttocks where he massaged both of her flushed, firm cheeks, before shifting them away, again. It wasn't long before he felt the muscles in her back loosen. Jack continued the massage while commenting, "I like the feel of your bald pussy. After you removed the hair, did you try it out for yourself?"

Brittany swallowed before answering, "What do you mean?"

"Did you play with yourself?"

She didn't answer right away, then said with false indignity, "No!"

Jack laughed before commenting, "Yes you did, you liar. It's okay if you admit playing with yourself. In fact, I encourage all my girls to play with their pussies when they're away from me. Among other things, it keeps them disinterested with their husbands. Were you thinking of Santos when you touched yourself?"

"No," she answered, almost immediately.

"Chris?"

"No," she answered even quicker, and with an obvious tone of irritation.

"Me?"

There was another long silence, before she said, "No."

"Liar. You're going to have to do better than that if you want to keep secrets for me."

Taking his thumb and middle finger, Jack parted her outer folds.

Brittany's hands clutched at the bed coverings as his fingers dance around her moist vulva.

Seeing her reaction, he smiled to himself and mused, She must have been thinking a lot about me this past week.

Most of the other wives he had, nervous and unaccustomed with him at first, needed a little help with lubricant to get started, but he could feel she was already slick.

Parting her inner folds, he kept a finger along each labia and one centered in the groove, and continued the massage by running his fingers slowly though her cleft. He never tarried too long at any one place and never penetrated her, briefly touching her button at the ending of each descent and only tracing a circular pattern around her opening. It wasn't long before he felt her inner labia stiffen slightly, and her clitoris fully extend from its protective sheath, hard and smooth as a small, polished stone.

Continuing his playful massage, he asked in a matter-of-fact tone, "You were tense at first. Did you like my massage?"

She didn't answer.

"I'll take that as a yes. Does Santos take the time to massage you?"

Hearing her husband's name again, and in the middle of her growing arousal from his subtle massage, invited more acts of comparison in her mind. Santos rarely, if ever, took his time, and he never gave her a massage. He was a good and gentle lover in his own way, always fucking her slowly and thoughtfully, but Jack, with just his fingers...

Goddamn it, stop comparing, she screamed in her mind, trying to block out her own, lustful thoughts.

"I'll take that as a no," Jack quipped after a long silence.

Brittany became irritated she was so easily read. She felt she needed to say something to defend Santos—say anything, even lie. However, she knew Jack would see through it, and so, said nothing.

By now, Jack had stopped his massage, concentrating two fingers on her clitoris, alone. He worked the hard button slowly with a small, circular pattern, barely brushing the surface with his fingertips.

Though his touch was subtle, barely a breath's worth of force, it caused Brittany's clitoris to become super-sensitive. As if every small area of her clit could feel its own, unique sensation, some centered and intense, others indirect and delicate. It wasn't just a general smear of pleasure; she literally could feel his fingers dancing across each part, tip, top, and beneath her hard nub. When she concentrated more on those sensations, each touch to those different areas intensified, causing her arousal to seep out and down her folds. Unconsciously, Brittany lifted her hind end up a little higher in response to his fingers.

Jack noticed the slight shift of her ass, and slipped a thumb deep inside her pussy, while increasing the force of the massage to her clit. The result was wonderful to watch.

Again, her hands gripped the bed coverings firmly, pulling them up into tight, rumpled wads of cloth in her hands. Her face went flush and her eyes wide, while a loud gasp escaped her lips. When he pushed his thumb harder against her walls, another gasp escaped her lips, followed by a soft, "Oh my lord."

After a few more strokes with his thumb and finger, Jack could see her eyes closing, while in opposite, her mouth remained open into a silent, perpetual yell. Jack knew she was close to climax, and removed his hand without comment.

Brittany nearly screamed in disappointment and anger, but before she could swear at him, she felt his hands on her thighs.

Jack had moved behind her, and keeping her in the same kneeling position, pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.

With one easy thrust, Jack's cock slid inside, and although he entered her with a relatively mild push of his hips, air was still forced out of her lungs as a long, low guttural moan.

Seated fully inside her, the soft, acute, pleasurable bliss of before was immediately replaced with the deep sensations of fullness and warmth. The arousal that was centered so sweetly on her clit seemed to withdrawal inward, balling up deep within her groin.

Jack ground his pelvis against her buttocks as a way of lustfully tickling her insides with his member, before he began his pumping.

He kept his pumping methodical at first, pushing into her quick and hard, while pulling back more slowly. Each time he crashed into her, his low-hanging, heavy testicles would swing forward, roughly tapping the area around her clitoris, and sending wonderful jolts of euphoria throughout her groin.

Along with his pumping, a technique Jack always used on the newbies was keeping his pelvis much lower than theirs when thrusting. This caused the underside of his shaft to remain in full contact with their swollen, exposed clitoris, and caused his cockhead to be pushed hard against their inner walls each time he pushed fully inside.

Jack always loved the reaction he got when the slutty wives took his massive tool in the snatch for the first time using that technique. Their moaning was always loud and continuous right from the start, as their eyes went wide from blissful surprise. Yet, Brittany was doing everything she could to hide her growing arousal. She refused to moan, trying to remain silent by biting down on inside of her cheeks even as the deep, lustful pleasure swelled to unaccustomed heights. The self-loathing she felt the last time they made love was back, and growing along with her growing pleasure.

Jack was too experienced a lover to be so easily fooled by her attempts at apathy. She couldn't hide the sounds of her staccato breathing from him, nor the flushed tone of her skin or the thin sheen of sweat that developed on her back. Jack knew Brittany was becoming fully engrossed in the pleasure.

He asked with a chuckle, "Are you always this quiet?"

She responded with a little nod of her head.

"Liar. It's okay to moan. Go ahead and let it out. Just let go."

She didn't want to, and would hate herself for giving in so easily, but somehow his words forced the air from her lungs. She tried to let the air pass out soundlessly, but it produced a loud, but abrupt, guttural groan. The kind of sound one makes when they stifle surprise.

He thrust into her a bit harder. The feelings around her clit and in her pussy intensified, as the ball of euphoria deep within her enlarged.

Brittany tried to stop her sounds of pleasure, but another long, low moan escaped her lips, then another.

"That's what I like to hear."

His words stung her pride. They reminded her why she was here and what she was really doing. She shouldn't be enjoying this, but she was, and it shamed her. More than that, she knew that's what he wanted. He wanted to see the shameful whore enjoying herself. Even more than his own climax, he wanted to hear her in pleasure.

Brittany felt the need to moan again. God, how she needed to let out the burgeoning feelings of mounting arousal, let it all out before she burst, but she can't. She can't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pleasuring her. She tried to stop it all; tried to tamp down her arousal and force the growing ball of pleasure deep inside her to back down. She pinched her arms until red welts appeared. Bit the loose areas of her hands, leaving deep, red impressions of her teeth in her soft, sensitive skin. She even slapped her own face in an attempt to take her mind off the mounting pleasure.

Nothing worked, however, and it became too much for her to endure in silence. Like trying to swim against an incoming tide, or walk up a steep, loose grade—one step forward, two steps back—and with each step, her strength drained a little more to the point of near exhaustion. No longer having the will to hold it back, she let in all go, and her arousal burst forward, hot and bright, like brandy introduced to an open flame.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 03



"Jesus!" she yelled at the sudden shock of ecstasy and bliss.

Jack straightened up, and leaned into her. He wanted full use of his legs and all the leverage they could provide. Grabbing one of her shoulders, he pounded into her harder, while keeping his tempo the same.

The ball inside her grew faster and larger still. She uttered another, long protracted moan.

"Yeah, you like it doggy, don't you?"

No answer.

"Santos ever fuck you this well? That punk, Chris?"

She still didn't answer, as her mind screamed against his questions, No comparisons! Please, God, no comparisons!

Jack barked at her, "Say it! Say it, or I'll stop!"

Now she felt real panic, and screamed, "No!"

"Tell me what you want."

She screamed, again, "Fuck me!"

Jack repeated, "Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me hard!"

"Tell me!"

"Pound my pussy! Pound it! Pound my pussy! Fucking pound it! Oh God...yes...yes...just like that! Pound my fucking pussy!"

It was what Jack wanted, a chant of lust and longing that she would keep yelling through climax.

He grabbed her hair with both hands, just like taking the reins of a horse, and pulled back hard. He didn't bother with subtleties any more, and did what she begged, pounded into her pussy with total fury.

She screamed, as she threw herself back into Jack, matching his forward thrusts with her backward ones, in both time and force. Her chant of, 'Pound it,' turned into loud, animalistic grunts as she threw her ass hard into Jack's stomach.

Moments later, Jack felt her warm ejaculate wash over his cock as Brittany's body went stiff and still. The added fluid added a squishing sound to the room, complimenting Brittany's continual loud cries of pleasure throughout Jack's hard pounding into her cunt.

When he felt her body go soft, he let go of her hair, allowing her head to fall onto the bed. Pulling out of her, he patted her ass gently, while saying, "Now, didn't that feel good?"

Brittany only answered with a deep sigh.

Kneeling near her head, he commanded, "Clean me."

Rolling over onto her side to face him, she saw his cock still standing out straight and hard, covered with a thick coating of her clear ejaculate and arousal. Her brow furrowed briefly as she continued to stare at it.

Guessing her mind, he said, "No, I haven't come yet. There's much more fucking you need to do. But before that, clean my dick like a good slut."

Gripped by a sudden lustful urge, her eyes went aflame as she buried her face full into his groin. Taking large, long licking bites all around his shaft and balls, she kissed, licked, and sucked his cock as if it were the mouth and tongue of a lover. She finished by holding his sack and pulling his cock as far into her mouth as she could, sucking the rest of her orgasm off him.

Brittany wanted to finish him off. She needed to finish him off, but Jack gently pushed her off him with a laugh.

Lying on his back, he told her to mount him. Straddling his body while facing him, she hitched her ass up and slid him into her, and then sat down fully onto his hips.

He grabbed her large breasts, one for each hand, and played with them thoughtfully. They were flushed and swollen, and still sticky from her sweat. Running his palms across her hard nipples, she closed her eyes to the soft tingles his touch imparted.

Hearing her breath quicken again, he said, "I tell you what, emerald-eyes, let's have a little contest for this second round. If you can make me come before you, using just your pussy, then I'll forget about the rest of the money you owe me. You can go back to that asshole husband of yours and you'll never hear from me again. How does that sound?"

Her eyes snapped open at his challenge and for the reward if she won—freedom! For the first time in weeks, there was hope. Moreover, it was an easy challenge, or so she thought, now that she had control. Jack was a man after all. Hell, Santos barely lasted a minute once she started bouncing with abandon along his cock.

She allowed herself to smile at him, as she asked, "Are you serious?"

"Make me come and find out."

Brittany started by leaning forward, propping her hands on the bed for support while using a short shuffle with her hips.

Jack eased back into the bed to watch her, putting his hands behind his head. His whole demeanor assumed an egotistic display of, 'Okay bitch, show me what you got.'

His attitude wasn't lost on Brittany, and his arrogance pissed her off a little. As she increased the shifting of her hips, she commented with dripping sarcasm, "You must think you're a real cocksman."

"I haven't heard any complaints before. I certainly didn't hear any from you earlier. Or were you complaining but I just didn't hear it above all your moaning."

Brittany didn't respond. Instead, she shifted her hips back and forth at an increasing rate. Her breasts swayed seductively, and her exuberance soon produced a fine sweat on her face and chest. She couldn't tell what Jack was feeling, as he lay passively, staring into her face, but she could feel her own arousal climbing.

Jack smiled up at her. Seeing the fine sheen across her cheeks and forehead, he said, "You're panting again, emerald-eyes. This is nice, and I love it that you feel free to moan now, but your technique isn't really doing much for me. Try bouncing up and down on my stick while you roll your hips."

She complied, but uttered a frustrated laugh that Jack's voice sounded even and normal, without even a tinge of excitement.

A soft, slapping sound filled the room each time she hit his hard pubis with her groin.

"There you go baby. That's what I'm talking about. Feel that hard cock in your pussy bouncing off those dripping walls of yours, and tapping you deep. I bet Santos never touched you so deep, did he?"

He was killing her with all his questions about Santos, always forcing her to compare. Worse, he was right. Santos never tickled her in the way Jack did. Worse, still, her arousal was rapidly climbing. Frustrated, she knew she would come again, sooner rather than later, and Jack still didn't show any signs he was close to climax.

Jack poked her ego again, "What? I didn't hear you over all your moaning."

"No," she squeaked out, breathlessly.

"You know what I like. It's when you sluts really get down and dirty and bounce as hard as you can along my cock. It gets your tits to jiggle and flop around. It's a real turn on for me watching them bounce."

As she lifted and lowered herself along his cock, Jack added his own, slow thrusting. At the same time, he clamped his fingers around the base of his cock and under his balls, a trick he did to dampen his own arousal.

Brittany felt his hand each time she hit bottom, and complained, "You said no hands!"

"I said, you could only use your pussy. I didn't say anything about me. Now shut up and really slam that stick into your cunt...there you go, emerald-eyes. Really make those tits bounce."

Jack grabbed the two bouncing melons. Squeezing them together hard, he massaged them vigorously while pinching her nipples. Brittany yelped in pleasure, pressing her chest forward and harder into Jack's hands as she continued to bounce.

"Oh yeah, I can feel it now, emerald-eyes. You're getting me close. Your warm, wet pussy is really holding me tight, and your tits are amazing."

She almost giggled in happiness. Although getting close, herself, she felt she could hold off long enough to beat Jack. The feelings coursing through her were exquisite, better than when Jack fucked her doggy style; a rich, warm glow encapsulating everything, pussy to tits. She sat more upright, placing her hands over his massaging ones for support, and continued lifting and releasing her body so that it slammed hard into Jack's pelvis.

"That's it emerald-eyes. Give me the fuck of my life. God, you are beautiful when you are in full bloom!"

Jack removed his hands from her breasts, placing them on her thighs as he increased the force and speed of his own pumping. Now both were in complete syncopation, rising and falling in opposition to each other, and where their groins met in the middle, a loud slap reverberated off the walls.

"I'm getting close, emerald-eyes. Lean back. I want to see my cock sliding into your warm honeypot."

Reaching around, she clamped her hands to his thighs for support, and leaned back. Given her position, she couldn't slide along his cock as she wanted to, but continued the exaggerated rolling of her hips.

Jack took a moment to drink it all in. Her small form strained backwards with her face pointed toward the ceiling. Her full breasts were parted wide across her chest with each resting on an arm. Her chest, heaving with exertion and pending climax, moved her large mounds about, teasingly. Her stomach was taut. The small belly she carried was, for a time, absent as her muscles strained against her overarching pose, and giving her a much younger, womanly appearance. Training his eyes lower, her inner labia and clitoris were fully exposed; lips appearing hard and rigid, but supple enough to wrap snuggly around his cock as it slid in and out of her—fully exposed and waiting for just the right touch.

Jack had to admire her, and felt a twinge of jealousy that a total asshole like Santos had somehow won her in life's lottery. She was, indeed, beautiful to look at, beautiful in everything, but mostly, beautiful in the sweet, deep throes of ecstasy. He wished he could do more with her in this exact moment, fully opened and vulnerable to him as she was, but he hated to lose.

Placing a thumb on the slick, hard pebble of her clitoris, he rubbed ever so gently. Her body began to shake, and he felt the warm trickle of her ejaculate.

Brittany couldn't hold it back. She thought it unfair that he used his hands, but the shattering climax that slammed into her made her forget his dishonesty for the moment.

Her spasms threw her into an upright position. Jack continued to pump into her slowly, sending more waves to flow over her, and ejaculate to flow from her. She continued shaking and moaning in ecstasy, and crying, all at the same time.

She cried in frustration that she had failed; failed as a wife, as a woman, and now, as a lover. She couldn't even get a guy off like every other woman in the world could. Besides her wounded pride, there was another factor, another reason for her tears. Deep within her, Brittany felt relief at having lost, and that feeling of relief was unsettling.

Jack wasn't quite through for the moment. As Brittany continued to quiver through the last stages of her orgasm, Jack quickly and roughly flipped her around so that he was kneeling above her. At the same time, he pulled her ass up, resting it onto his folded legs. Leaning into her hard, he drove his cock deep within her, while crushing her head and shoulders into a pillow.

His sudden, rough treatment, coupled with his cheating a moment before, angered her. Brittany's eyes flashed, as she yelled, "No more," while pushing and slapping at his arms and chest.

Jack ignored her feeble attempts at freedom, and when he began pumping his cock using slow, deep strokes, he saw her hard eyes and scrunched mouth soften, and then go wide in surprise and pleasure.

They stared hard into each other's eyes as Jack continued his deep pumping. When he saw her lower lip quivering, he said, gently, "That's it, emerald-eyes. Don't fight it. Just let it go."

"Oh Jesus...oh Jesus...oh Jesus," was all she said through sharp intakes of air.

"Give it to me, baby. I want to feel you come, again."

As she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, Brittany brought her hands up and gripped hard at Jack's shoulders, trying to pull him in further. Her breathing deepened, as she harshly belted out words at each exhale, "It's coming...Jesus...Jesus...oh, Jesus Christ...fuck me, It's..."

He felt the walls of her pussy tighten around his cock moments before a deluge of fluid washed over him. He continued his slow, deep pumping, and said, "That's it, emerald-eyes. Give it all to me."

Her legs and arms tightened about him further, as she loudly cried, "Jesus...don't stop! Oh, please don't stop...please..."

Another strong ejaculate bathed Jack's cock and midsection. Brittany's hands fell off Jack's shoulders, covering her face in shame, but she continued to wrap her legs strongly around his waist pulling him tight against her.

"Don't stop...please don't stop...don't stop...don't stop!" she screamed at irregular intervals as wave after blissful wave crashed up and over her.

Jack really started pounding into her now, pulling back quickly then throwing his cock hard and deep.

Brittany felt the final wave approaching and threw her arms down to clutch hard at the bed. Arching her back against Jack's pounding, she tried to continue her pleas to, 'Don't stop,' but no sound came out of her. All she could do was stare into Jack's face, wide-eyed, her mouth stamped open into the shape of a silent scream.

He slowed his pumping when he felt her legs slide off him, landing heavily onto the bed.

Pulling out of her, Jack sweetly played with her vulva, running a thumb all around and feeling the heavy saturation of arousal and ejaculate still clinging to her labia.

Brittany lay motionless with an arm covering her eyes as Jack continued to play with her. It looked almost as if she were sleeping, except for the fact that her body trembled continuously as she wept.

Jack didn't ask her what was wrong, guessing there were probably a hundred different reasons—shame being the most prominent. Instead, he remained quietly kneeling between her legs and let her cry on her own as he ran soothing, warm hands slowly along her thighs.

Her crying stopped after a while. When she uncovered her eyes, Jack could see that although they were red and swollen, they no longer looked back at him with fear or loathing, as they so often did before.

He smiled at her with that thoughtful smirk she liked seeing on his face. She smiled back, asking, "Were you even close?"

He smiled again, this time more devilishly, while answering, "Almost. There were a couple of times you almost had me, but I just changed the beat enough to keep it from happening."

"And your hands!" Brittany said harshly, not wanting to let his last trick go by without comment.

Jack laughed at her ire, while saying, "Like I said, the rule only called for you not to use your hands. I didn't say fuck-all about mine. Besides, you can't really blame me for that, can you? When it comes to women and sex, guys need any edge they can get, or manufacture."

"Manufacture? I call it cheating," Brittany said, softly, with pouty lips.

Jack continued to smile at her in amusement, captivated how her green eyes sparkled whenever she was piqued—angry or aroused.

Lying on his back while putting his left arm behind his head, Jack massaged her breasts with his right. Immediately, he felt her response to his touch as her nipple and areoles again grew hard and dimpled.

"Tell you what, you get to use your hands this time."

She asked with same pout donning her face, "What do I win?"

"The pleasure of my cock going off in your mouth, of course. Show me what you remember from last week."

Jack watched her, pleased, as she knelt by his side like last time and took a firm hold of the base of his cock with both her hands.

Pursing her lips, she began with soft, sweet sucking licks all about his cockhead, before slowly slipping him deep into her mouth.

Immediately, Jack could feel her warm throat tighten around his cockhead as she slid him in further. He had come close to climaxing a couple of times already, barely staving off the last one with a hard clamp to the base of his cock with his fingers. This time, however, he would thoroughly enjoy himself, and let go. The way Brittany was expertly inching him deeper down her throat, it wouldn't be long, either.

Jack gave her ass a playful spank. The sudden jar to her frame set her forward unexpectedly, causing her to choke a bit on his cock. She was going to turn around and bark at him not to do that again, when she heard him say, "Straddle my body with your legs. I want to have a nice view of your pretty, little pussy as you suck my cock."

Brittany grunted a response and did as told, while keeping his cock seated deep within her as she shifted over.

Jack patted her behind, acknowledging her expertise, before running a thumb through the groove between her inner labia. He could she her vulva was red and swollen from all his rough treatment, but she hiked her ass up further in the air at his touch.

Jesus, she wants more, he mused, thoughtfully.

Jack so much wanted to bury his face into her warm, wet cooze as she serviced his cock, but she was too short for a full-on sixty-nine. He wanted her to make, at least, a good faith effort at swallowing him all the way down to his balls, so he settled on playing with her pussy with a hand. He avoided her clit for the most part—until the very end, that is—concentrating most of his efforts by tracing fingers and thumb around her drenched opening.

Her musky scent wafted over him as he played with her pussy, making him harder, still.

He flexed his cock a few times in approval, both at her cock sucking abilities and her smell. Brittany responded each time by pinching his thigh in a teasing manner.

It was when he was massaging the area of her sensitive perineum that he spied her pretty, pink asshole, nestled so securely, deep within the cleft of her well-rounded ass. As far as he could see, the tightened ring was without mark or blemish, appearing as a twenty-year old's, rather than that of a woman in her forties. He guessed she rarely allowed anyone through her backdoor, given its pristine look.

Wetting the tip of a finger with her arousal, Jack tested her spry sphincter, pressing firmly against it. Immediately, Brittany clenched her ass cheeks, and utter a muffled, "Ugh, ugh," telling Jack he wasn't to trespass any further into that territory.

He spanked her ass again as a sign he got her message. Returning his attentions to her pussy, he noted with a smile what they would be doing next week.

During the time Jack made advances toward her netherworld, Brittany had slid his cock about three-quarters of the way in before she began an exaggerated head bob, slowly pulling back to where she could feel his cockhead touching the inside of her lips, and then sliding it back inside.

Every so often, she would pull him all the way out to clean and swallow the excess saliva from his cock, and each time she cleaned his erection, she uttered exaggerated slurping noises.

Jack loved listening to her gobbling his cock like it were a day-long sucker, and continually encouraged and thanked her for her efforts, "Oh baby, you did learn a lot from last time. I don't think I've had anyone suck my cock better. Keep it up, emerald-eyes, I'm almost there."

He tastes so good in her mouth, and felt even better, snug within the warm, slick confines of her tightened throat. The feel and taste of him, coupled with Jack's words, were filling her with an unexpected sense of pride and accomplishment. As she continued to slow suck his thick cock, feeling the head growing larger and fuller within her mouth, all she wanted was to taste him fully as he released. She wanted him to come. She needed him to come and bring her feelings of pride and accomplishment to full circle.

Brittany pulled him out, and said breathlessly, "Tell me when you're going to come. I want to be ready."

Jack couldn't help hearing the dripping tenor of want and desire in her voice. She wasn't a wife or mother any more. Those concepts would hold very little meaning to her, now. If Jack were to mention Santos or Alandra in this moment of absolute whorish want, she would blithely ask, 'Who?' She was fully Jack's slut-whore, bitch-goddess, even if she hadn't realized it yet.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 03



Jack didn't answer right away. Instead, he slipped two fingers into her pussy while massaging her clit with a thumb. Brittany let out an audible gasp of pleasure around Jack's cock at his touch. When Jack put his other hand on the back of her head, he responded, "I shouldn't need to tell a good lay when I'm going to come. Good lays will know that on instinct."

Brittany felt pressure from both sides, his hand pushing her head further down while he pushed his cock upward. She choked a bit at first. More out of surprise than anything, but quickly got control of the gag reflex. Before she knew it, she could feel Jack's pubic bone against her chin, his cock fully inside her.

Jack held her head down while he ground his pelvis slightly, making his cock shift and move within her. It was a teaching moment for her that Jack hoped she'd understand without any further instruction—she did.

When Brittany felt the pressure on the back of her head slacken, she came off him slowly with a loud gurgle and a deep intake of air, but before Jack could apply more pressure, she sucked him all the way in, again.

God, he feels so good. What's wrong with me? she asked herself, feeling both sad and exhilarated.

Bobbing her head in short, quick strokes, she added a sideways head shift as well. Even though his cock careened wildly about her mouth and throat, it didn't bother her any more. She was finally accustomed to his size.

Spending as much time as she could, bobbing and shifting her head with Jack's cock fully inside of her, she would only take brief pauses for air, before throwing her head down on him once more.

Jack was in heaven, and arched his back to the approaching climax.

Brittany felt his body stiffen against her, as stiff as his cock was in her mouth. His chest and abdominal muscles becoming as tight as his balls were against his shaft. In that moment she knew, and pulling him all the way in again, she jiggled her head, rapidly back and forth.

Usually quiet even when he came, this time Jack let out a long, low moan as he found release.

When she felt the first strong pulse of his ejaculate, she clamped her lips around his shaft as firmly as she could and slowly pulled her head up. Jack continued coming, as one thick pulse of cum after another continued to hit her in the back of the throat.

The feel of the forcefulness of his ejaculation was almost overwhelming, and with Jack continuing his play with her pussy, she found another release—soft and subtle this time, but no less pleasurable.

Brittany continued to bob her head. This time centering her lips just below his cockhead, so that she could tongue his cock as she slid her lips up and down. His ejaculation wasn't as forceful as before, but he continued to fill her mouth at a fast rate. So much so, swallowing became a chore she bypassed, allowing much of his semen to flow down his shaft and across her massaging fingers.

She came off him when she felt him soften—cock and body, both.

His hot load, which seconds ago made her pussy twitch in excitement and want, was quickly losing its fire. She still held a great pool of it in her mouth, and it was quickly turning into a lukewarm concoction of congealed semen and saliva that was mildly vomit-inducing. Brittany needed to dispose of it, and quickly.

As she tried to get off the bed and make her way toward the sink, Jack grabbed her ankle, pulling her back toward him.

"Where are you going, bitch?"

Brittany tried to tell him without spilling any on the bed, but much of her mouthful trickled down her chin, anyway, as she said, "I...deed...ooh...s'it...it...out. It's...ross."

"It's gross? You're not going to spit my come out, bitch. Swallow it!" When he didn't see her comply, he grabbed the back of her neck and reiterated more forcefully, "I said, swallow it!"

Jack continued squeezing her neck even after he saw her choke down what remained in her mouth. Then, pointing her face down at his crotch where a large pool of cum covered his pubis and balls, commanded, "See that, clean it all up."

Jack continued to hold her neck until she was done licking every trace of semen from him. When he finally released her, she made a mad dash to the sink,

Tears flowed down her cheeks as she gargled her mouth and throat clean with warm water.

She couldn't understand how one minute he would show her warmth, compassion, and even friendship with that smile of his, but instantly turn right around and treat her like a harsh dick. The dichotomy of his nature frustrated her to no end, and made her cry.

She dressed quickly. Jack continued lying on the bed watching her. She wouldn't make eye contact with him as she grabbed her purse and stepped toward the door.

"Wait a minute," he said, sternly, stopping her in her tracks, "We need to talk."

Reluctantly sitting in one of the chairs, she gave him a condescending look as she waited for 'His Majesty' to speak.

"I've been meaning to ask, how did Chris take it with you breaking things off?"

Brittany just shrugged her shoulders as a response.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"He took it about as well as any nineteen year old guy who just had the pussy-spigot turned off all of a sudden."

"Pussy-spigot," Jack repeated with a chuckle, "I like that. So he hasn't been sniffing around, looking for answers or asking for another roll in the hay?"

"I've been avoiding him, but I suppose he has."

"Well, don't suppose."

Frustrated, Brittany asked, "Why all the sudden concern over Chris?"

"What makes you think he won't tell Alandra about you and him?"

That threw her for a loop. She began babbling, "I...uh...I...uh...what?"

"Is he still dating your daughter?"

"Yes," was her curt reply, wondering where this conversation was heading.

"Are they fucking?"

"No!" she barked incredulously. Then thinking about the distractions in her life the past two weeks, amended her response, "I don't think so...I don't know, maybe...why?"

"It would be better for you if they were intimate."

She stared back at him as if he were insane.

Rolling his eyes, he continued, "If they were intimate, it takes his fevered, oversexed mind off you, and puts it onto your daughter. You ever hear the phrase, 'Don't shit where you eat?' When you fucked your daughter's boyfriend, you took a great, big, stinking crap right in the middle of your life. If he gets hurt feelings about the way you're treating him, he may just tell Alandra out of spite. I don't have to tell you what happens between us if Alandra finds out. I won't even have to send Santos your video. Maybe in your own sweet way, you can encourage Alandra to take the next step in their relation"

Brittany blurted out, "Chris isn't going to be a problem. And fuck you! I'm not pushing my daughter into having sex with him just to give me some type of cover. So get that idea out of your fucking head."

"I just thought it would be easy for you, given your...uh, secret desire."

She stared at him for a long moment with pure hateful venom in her eyes. Finally, she said, slowly and purposefully, "Fuck. You. You fucking fuck. You told me you'd never mention that again. But go ahead and keep pushing it, I don't care. And you can just go to hell. I'll never comply with it. Go ahead and rat me out to Santos if you want, but I'm not doing that to my daughter."

Jack held up his hands in mock surrender, and said, "All right, my bad. I overstepped my bounds, but you better hope Chris doesn't become a problem."

"Like I said, he won't. Now, is there anything else?"

"Make sure you keep your pussy clean. I don't want to feel any stubble next week. Also, wear a very short skirt, something that doesn't come below mid-thigh. Do you have a tight fitting blouse or top, preferably one made of spandex?"

She nodded a response.

"Good. Wear it and the short shirt for next time, and no bra or panties."

Brittany went wide-eyed, "What?"

"You heard me."

Yes, she did, but she still couldn't believe his arrogance. She didn't bother asking any further, knowing he wouldn't answer any of her questions, anyway. Sighing deeply, she got up and left Jack naked on the bed.

As she left, Brittany didn't notice the large grin that erupted across Jack's face. He thought about the conversation they just had, and mused, Good for her. She isn't a total doormat. She could be of some use after all.



Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 04



I guess, given the age of PC we are momentarily trapped in and the tortured snowflakes who might, inadvertently read something they consider icky, I should provide a trigger warning for this chapter. I know some of you are a bit squeamish when it comes to sex through the 'backdoor.' If so, reading further may irreparably damage your psyche and cause your eyes to melt from their sockets. In other words, beware; this chapter contains a lot of anal sex.

With that out of the way, Jack continues his punishment of Brittany using his favorite, disciplinary tool of choice. All is not lost for Brittany or her well-formed behind, however, as a very large puzzle piece falls into place.

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The following week, Brittany answered Jack's knock dressed the way he wanted: a very short, light blue skirt that barely reached her thigh, along with a black, pullover, spandex top. The low cut, tight spandex hugged her massive breasts sensuously, leaving nothing to the imagination.

It was obvious she went the extra mile sexing herself up for their meeting, given that Jack liked her to parade around the room for him before they got started. She figured, 'Give him what he wants, and maybe he won't be such a prick after the fun-time session was over.'

It was also obvious she came to the motel braless, as her large, heavy tits noticeably jiggled and bounced as she stepped about the room. Jack told her to lift her skirt in order to check the other detail.

She was, indeed, pantiless. Jack took a moment to run his fingers across her bare mons and down her outer folds, feeling nothing by smooth skin. "Slick," he said, close to her ear.

Seeing the satisfaction in his eyes, Brittany was feeling good about herself, and asked, confidently, "So, what's it to be today, fucking, sucking, or both?"

"Money first," Jack answered, "Put it on the table."

Taking the brown-paper bag of money out of her purse, she noticed Jack taking his own brown bag out of his suit coat, laying it next to hers on the table.

She asked, "What's with the bag?"

"Something we might need for later. Give me your keys."

"What?"

"Keys, car and motel room, give me both." When she handed them over, he added, "Okay, let's go."

Brittany took a step back, saying with shock, "Wait...What?"

"Let's take a drive. I've been cooped up all morning. I want to feel the sun and wind on my face."

Brittany turned toward the small coat rack in the bathroom area.

"Where are you going?" he asked, grabbing her arm.

"To get my rain coat, I'm not going out in public..."

"Shut up," Jack said, as he pulled her out the door.

Jack drove around the city for a while, mostly using the expressways. He made a special effort to drive faster than normal with the windows down. Brittany spent most of the time trying to keep her short skirt from blowing up above her thighs and exposing her bare groin in the breezy interior.

"You know, you're really being an asshole," Brittany finally commented, while holding the hem of her skirt tightly against her legs.

Jack said, laughingly, "Why, just because I want to show off my girls sometimes?"

"Show me off? And what about that? It's pretty irresponsible of you, don't you think. What if you get pulled over because you're driving too fast? What if the cop recognizes me, my car, but you're the one driving? What happens to our secret then, if Santos hears about this?"

"For your information, I'm sticking to another precinct. This area's controlled by the fourteenth. Your asshole husband's precinct is located across town. So, I doubt anyone we may meet would recognize you. Still, you have a point. I don't like trusting to luck." Jack finished his statement by taking his foot off the gas.

Now, Jack drove well below the speed limit, and in the passing lane. It wasn't long before irate drivers behind him had to pass him on the right. Of course, when they did, and turning to flip off Jack and yell some obscenity as they passed, they got a good look at Brittany and her magnificent jugs.

When they caught a glimpse of her, most of the drivers honked their horn in celebration. A few even slowed down, matching Jack's speed so that they could get a nice, long view of Brittany.

Brittany's face turned as red as her hair. For each passing car that honked, she slumped further down into her seat, trying to remove, if not herself, then her breasts, completely from view.

Jack halted her slumping by putting his hand on her bare thigh, while commanding, "Sit up straight!"

She did as told, while pleading, "Please, could you move into the right lane or go faster, at least."

"Faster? Now you want to go faster. Make up your mind. And why should I get into the right lane? You're a beautiful woman. You should be proud to show yourself off. No one will see you if we're in the right lane. "

"Please," Brittany said, emphatically.

He sped up and drifted back into the right lane. However, Jack kept his hand on her thigh and continued to slide it, and subsequently the hem of her skirt, up toward her crotch. Brittany tried to pull the hem down, but Jack wouldn't allow it. Finally, Brittany clamped her knees together, wedging Jack's hand tightly between her thighs.

Jack pinched the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, making Brittany yelp in pain. Then he said, harshly, "Let go of your skirt and spread your legs. I said spread them! Now! Stay that way until I say otherwise. If I have to tell you again to sit up straight with your legs spread, I will pull over along the side of the expressway and make you suck my cock. Understand?"

Brittany only nodded her head in response, sitting rigidly with her legs spread, the skirt hiked up around her hips.

Jack kept his hand high on her thigh, and kept a mischievous pinky finger gently touching and rubbing all around her outer labia in a playful manner. Even with the breeze blowing through the opened windows, cooling the interior, he could feel tremendous warmth radiating from her groin.

Taking and exit into the downtown area, Jack found a wide street with a lot of businesses, ensuring there will be a lot of delivery and semi-truck traffic, loading and off-loading merchandise.

Jack pulled up to the first truck he saw stopped at a light. The truck driver, situated much higher, could easily look down and into the car at Brittany.

From her low vantage point, all Brittany could see was the driver's arm resting outside of the open window and the top of his head. The driver had yet to notice her. Brittany flinched while comically looking around the car for a place to hide. She trembled in dreadful expectation at being discovered.

Seeing Brittany shift about in her seat, Jack reminded her, "Don't you dare move."

When the light turned green, Jack drove alongside the truck, matching its speed. When they both had to stop for another light, Jack told Brittany, "Ask the driver if this is the way to State Street."

She gave Jack a wide-eyed look of disbelief.

Jack barked, "Do it!"

Not daring to look up at the driver, she asked, "Hey mister, is this the way to State Street?"

Minding his own business as he waited for the light to turn green, the driver of the truck either ignored or didn't hear Brittany's question, and continued to stare at the light.

Brittany asked a second time, and then a third, before getting the driver's attention.

The driver finally turned his head toward Brittany, looked down, and said with irritation, "What the hell, lady, you're on State Str..."

The driver stopped in midsentence. Staring down at Brittany, the driver first noticed her large breasts and well defined cleavage. He just about stripped a gear when he noticed her skirt jack-up above her hips, legs spread, and her cute, naked, camel-toed labia protruding away from her groin.

Before the truck driver could say anything, Jack sped forward as the light turned green, then stopped for the next light. The truck came lumbering up alongside the Mercedes, screeching to a halt several car lengths behind the next car in front of him.

Brittany didn't make eye contact, keeping her eyes forward, but she felt the driver's gaze all over her. Whispering harshly to Jack, she said, "You really are a fucker!"

"Be nice to the guy. Don't be shy. Say hello. You're giving him a thrill."

When Brittany looked up, she saw the truck driver wearing a big, Cheshire cat grin. She did as Jack told, and gave him a weak smile back. Leaning further out of his cab, the driver asked, "How much for you to come up here and work on my drive shaft?"

Insulted that the driver would pay her like a whore, Brittany dropped her smile and said, "Fuck you, pervert," but her voice was drowned out by the other cars honking behind her as the light had already turned green.

Laughing, Jack sped up and turned down a side street, losing the truck in the process.

He spent the next hour repeating the pattern with other truck drivers. Overall, Brittany ended up receiving more than a few solicitations for sex, as well as one marriage proposal.

"Well that was fun," Jack commented, nonchalantly, after they were done.

Brittany didn't answer. Too angry for words, all she could do was sit with her arms crossed, fuming.

As Jack turned onto a main thoroughfare that would take them back to the motel, he asked, "All this driving's made me thirsty. You thirsty?"

Brittany wouldn't answer.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said, pulling into the nearest convenience store.

Jack held the car door open for her.

Brittany shot daggers into his face with her eyes, and barked, emphatically, "I'm not getting out of this car until we get to the motel."

"Yes you are. I'm not going to carry your drink out for you."

"I'm not thirsty! I'm staying here."

"Get the fuck out of the car, or I'll throw you out and leave you here."

Once inside, Jack took her on a long, winding walk through the store, while continually yanking on her arm so that she would keep up. Throughout the whole ordeal, Brittany's face remained a brilliant shade of scarlet.

Jack stopped their trek in front of the soft drink dispenser, and taking an inordinately long time looking over the selections.

Brittany asked, with both frustration and embarrassment in her voice, "What are you doing?"

"I'm seeing what they have."

"Well, pick something so we can get the hell out of here. I swear, everyone can see right through this skirt and right at my bare ass."

Ignoring her comment, he asked, "What do you want?"

"Nothing."

"You sure," Jack said with suspicion, "I'm thirsty. Aren't you thirsty?"

It was obvious Jack wasn't going to leave until she got something, so she relented, "Yes. Fine. I'll have something."

"What?"

"Anything."

"Diet?"

"Yes, diet."

"Diet what?"

Brittany hissed, "Anything! Diet anything! Coke! A diet fucking Coke, okay? Please, just get me anything so we can go."

"What size?"

Brittany would have screamed expletives in his face, but figured it would draw too much attention. Instead, she replied, quietly, "Small...a small diet coke."

It was about this time that a middle-aged man entered the store and went over to the bottled drink coolers. Brittany's back was to him as he stood about ten feet away, giving no particular attention to either her or Jack as he looked over the store's selection. He was about five to ten years older than Jack, balding, a little taller than Jack, but not nearly in as good of shape.

Jack didn't notice a ring on his finger, although it probably wouldn't have mattered if he had. He'd been waiting for this precise moment. Pretending to have butterfingers, Jack fumbled and dropped a cup. As it bounced on the floor between him and Brittany, Jack said to her, "Pick that up for me, will you."

Brittany understood the situation immediately, and stayed still as a statue.

Jack whispered, harshly, "I said, pick it up!"

Brittany tried to lower herself by bending down at the knees, but Jack stopped her, saying, "Keep your legs straight. Bend over at the waist, and pick up the cup, bitch."

Brittany quickly bent over and grabbed the cup. She would have stood up just as quickly, except Jack put a hand on her back and held her down.

It took a few more moments before the other man noticed Brittany. Once he did, he continued to stare right into Brittany's bare ass, taking no notice of Jack.

Jack finally said to him, "Like what you see?"

Having been caught as a 'Peeping Tom,' the guy quickly turned back to the coolers without making eye contact with Jack.

Jack asked again, more firmly, "Do you like what you see?"

The guy turned as red as Brittany, and stammered, "S...sorry...I didn't mean to look, but it's...it's kind of hard not to notice."

"No problem man. The girlfriend gets a little rambunctious when I take her out. She always likes to give guys like you a show. I've given up trying to stop her."

Jack waited for a response, but the guy only continued to silently stare at Brittany's rump. Jack then asked him, "Looks like you're interested? How much would you give me to tap that fine ass?"

"What? Here?"

"Bathroom's open. So, how much?"

The guy looked around nervously, before responding, "I-I only got a twenty."

Jack slid his palm lovingly across, as he commented, "That's all, only twenty dollars to tap this fine piece?"

The guy swallowed hard, and said, "There's an ATM. I could get more..."

Brittany had enough. Straightening up, she bolted out the door.

She was waiting for Jack in the car, and didn't say a word to him on their drive back to the motel.

As soon as he closed the door to their room, Brittany began slapping him about the face and neck, saying with real panic in her voice, "Goddamn it, don't ever do that to me again."

Jack easily grabbed her flailing hands. Wrapping them, and his arms, around her, he pulled her tight against his chests, saying, "All right, enough. Now, wasn't our drive fun?"

Brittany yelled into his chest, "No, it wasn't! It was degrading and humiliating, and what if someone recognized me."

"No one recognized you. How do you feel, knowing that?"

"What do you mean?"

"How did it really make you feel, dressed like you are, seeing all those guys drooling over you and honking their horns in approval?"

"I told you. It was humil..."

Jack cut her off, "Besides that. Deep down inside, how did it make you feel? What was it like knowing you gave that guy in the convenience store a raging hard-on, and that he would have paid anything for a little turn with you? How did it feel being desired like that?"

"I keep telling you, it was all humiliating for me."

Jack put a hand near the front of her groin. Even through the heavy fabric of the skirt, he could feel her warmth. Giving her a knowing smirk, he commented, "You're such a liar. You're going to have to do better than this if you want to keep secrets from me. Now, once more, how does it feel being desired?"

Even though caught in a half-truth, Brittany still tried to answer with deflection, "He wasn't that good looking."

"That may be, but he wanted you badly. I bet he would've given you his credit card for just a small taste of your fine ass. Just like the others who saw you in the car. All those guys probably have to rub one out just to get on with their day, wishing they could have just five minutes with you. Was it really that humiliating, seeing their looks of desire, or was there something else you felt?"

"It was nice, I guess, once I got past being ogled like a whore," she answered shyly.

"It was more than just nice. It turned you on." This time he slid his hand up her skirt. Cupping her vulva, he felt nothing but a steamy heat. Tracing a teasing finger up and down within the groove of her folds, he said in almost a whisper, "Even now, just thinking about their looks is making you wet."

She blushed, turning her face away from his gaze.

Tracing her profile with a finger, he said, "It's all right to feel that way. There's nothing special or bad about those feelings. It means you're human. You're just like the rest of us, Brit, men and women alike. We all want to feel special. Most women want to be desired by men, and men want to be seen as virile by women. It's that simple."

Jack crooked a finger under her chin, pulling her head around so that she had to look at him. Her face was still flushed with embarrassment, but her eyes smoldered with barely concealed arousal. Smiling, he added, "You should get used to those looks from men and their reactions when they see you. You're a sexy woman, Brit. You've been hiding it up until now, but over these last few weeks, I've been bringing it out of you. So, get used to those leers, it will happen more often from now on."

Brittany was going to ask him what he meant by his last statement, but she felt him unzip her skirt, letting it slide down to the floor. The time for questions was over. It was playtime.

Jack sat in one of the chairs facing the bed, and commanded, "Keep your top on, and get into your favorite position on the bed. I want your ass pointing right at me." Once Brittany was situated on her elbows and knees, Jack told her, "Now, play with yourself. I want to see you play with your bald pussy like you do at home."

Brittany was already turned on and wet over what Jack had just put her through, but the thought of him watching her masturbate was sending her arousal into the stratosphere. The old mixture of lust and loathing was welling up inside her again. And, as with the last time, she was sure the lust would quickly win out.

She went right to her little button, massaging her clit vigorously. At the rate she was flicking, she'd be squirting in no time. So, Jack put the brakes on. "Not so fast, emerald-eyes. Slow it down. Let me see you fuck that tight pussy with your fingers. That's it, slip them all the way in. Now, play with your clit with your other hand, but do it slowly." Jack continued to bait her with erotic talk, "If only those guys could see you now. I bet every one of them would come in their pants. You should have seen the look on that guy in the convenience store, I mean, he got wood the second he saw your fine ass. After you left, I saw him go straight into the john, and I'm sure to jerk off."

His words had an astonishing effect on her. She never realized what kind of erotic effect she had on men. Yet, thinking back on the day, she definitely saw it in the faces of those who ogled her, and she could hear it in Jack's voice, now. Men desired her. Real men, like Jack.

Before she realized it, she was back, vigorously massaging her clit while rapidly pumping her fingers within her pussy...she came.

A fine trickle of ejaculate ran down her thighs and dripped from her fingers. She continued to play with her pussy, massaging the outer folds with the flats of her drenched fingers, bleeding as much of the euphoria out as she could.

Finally, she collapsed onto her stomach, momentarily satisfied.

Jack commented, "That was nice. I'm glad you're getting more comfortable with me and letting yourself go. This isn't so bad, is it?"

She was panting with her head resting on the bed, and trying to formulate an answer. Deep within her she knew what her answer would be. Instead, she told him what her answer should be, "Yes, it is bad. I don't like it or you."

"You're lying again," Jack commented, laughingly, "Stop lying to me."

Brittany heard the paper bag on the table rustling. Seconds later, Jack threw some items next to her.

Brittany turned her head and saw that one of the items was a dildo, shaped exactly like a dick. Although much smaller than Jack's cock, and slightly larger than Santos, it had a nice shape and size—about six inches and well proportioned. The other item was a bottle of lubricant. Looking back at Jack, she asked, "What's this for?"




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 04



"It's better if you get your ass worked in first with the dildo."

Brittany had little trouble catching Jack's drift, and said with ire, "Hey! Wait a minute! I'm not...I-I don't even let Santos fu...do that to me."

Jack asked, surprised, "Ever?"

"No!" she answered, forcefully.

"Wow, true virgin territory."

Brittany almost choked on her words, "I mean it, you're not fucking my b..."

Jack rolled his eyes, and cut her off by asking rhetorically, "Do we have to go through this whining every time we try something new? Brit, you know how this is going to go. You say no. I threaten you. Of course, we end up doing whatever it is that you think we're not going to do. In the end, you like what we did." Jack finished while laughing at his unintended pun, "In the end, you'll like it in the end."

Brittany remained adamant, "No!"

Jack warned, "It will be easier if you do this yourself."

"Why do you do this? Every time I think I'm beginning to like you, you start acting like a total prick."

Jack answered, amused, "Interesting. Do you want to like me?"

She hesitated for a long time before answering, "It makes it easier for me."

Jack began laughing.

Brittany could never accept being mocked, and screamed, "Stop laughing at me!"

Jack couldn't help himself, and continued laughing. This enraged Brittany more.

She started scrambling off the other side of the bed, but Jack grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. Pressing his knuckles hard into her spine, and thus, crushing her into the bed, immobilizing her, he said, "I'm not laughing at you, Brit."

"Right, I suppose you're laughing with me, you arrogant fuck," she answered, sarcastically.

"No, I just find the circumstances funny. It's always the same with you housewives. You all bitch, moan, and whine that you can't do that or won't do this, but you really don't have a choice. So, you end up doing it anyway. Truth be told, most of you end up enjoying the ride, and can't wait for me to stick it in, again. You're all such shitty, little hypocrites."

"Is that what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night? That we end up liking it."

"No, that's what every one of you has told me over the years, so that I'll fuck you in the ass again, and again, and again."

"Please, I can't do this."

"Gee, where have I heard that before? Now, do you want to work the dildo in yourself, or do I have to hold you down and do it for you? And if I hear you whine one more time, I'll just stick my cock in your ass without a warm-up. You'll be screaming to use the dildo before I even get the head in."

When he felt her relax against his hand in compliance, Jack sat back down in the chair, and said, "Good girl. Now, don't be scared. I'll walk you through it. Start with your fingers. Put a healthy dab of lube on one or two and work them in and around your ass."

Brittany got back onto her hands and knees. She worked a lubed finger around her asshole first, before slipping just the tip in. When the initial entry didn't hurt, she slid her whole finger in.

"There you go, emerald-eyes," Jack commented, soothingly, "That wasn't so bad."

"God, this is sick, and it doesn't feel good!"

"Yeah, I heard that before, too. Usually right before you horny bitches start screaming in pleasure."

"I bet, screaming, but more like in pain..."

"Just shut up. It will go easier if you relax. Now work your finger around real good. Slide it in and out and all around, just like you're doing...very good, emerald-eyes. Okay, take it out and put some more lube on your fingers. This time, try to put in two."

Jack was patient with her, talking her all the way through the procedure. Of course, Brittany complained the whole time, but did as told. When it looked like she could manage two fingers with ease, he told her to try it with the dildo.

Although the dildo wasn't too thick, only a little more than two of her fingers around at the widest part, it still gave her a tremendous amount of trouble with insertion. Most likely her trouble was psychological, rather than strictly physical, as she tightened up from nerves each time she tried to insert it deeper.

She got it about a third of the way in, before she gasped through the pain, "I can't. It hurts too much."

Jack stifled a laugh. The visual of her kneeling, ass in the air, and with a dildo partially sticking out, was striking his funny bone. It was moments like these, her struggling in a good-faith effort with the dildo that made the past weeks with her incessant bitching all worthwhile.

There were more than a few times when Jack questioned whether Brittany was worth the effort. In his eyes, she remained unbearably whiny and combative. Worse, she continually questioned his decisions, and remained infuriatingly naive about sex.

Most of the other housewives he'd coerced would have already been going along with the program Jack laid out. It was logical to do so, given they didn't have a choice. Doing what Jack demanded allowed them to avoid inevitable hardships that went along with his wrath if they didn't comply.

Logic didn't apply to Brittany, however, who seemed to lack the necessary skills or mental aplomb for sexual survival that the other women possessed. Even after three weeks, she retained both an obstinate and obtuse nature, as if these characters were a matter of pride for her, rather than ones born from innate character, alone.

Jack continually found it difficult to endure all the frustration and trouble she brought, for a payoff that was still well in the future, and one that had little probability for real success. It was no longer about the sex, and never really about the money. No, Jack was enduring Brittany because she was his only means at revenge against Santos. Unfortunately, the truly frustrating part for Jack is he still hadn't a clue exactly how she could be used to meet those ends. He just knew she was his only means to those ends.

By now, Brittany was laying on her side, still whining about the pain. She jiggled, and pushed, and prodded the phallic device as much as she could, but it refused to slide in further.

Sitting next to her, he spanked her ass, making her yelp, and commented, "It's not going to go in like that with you lying on your side. Get on your knees."

Besides her self-imposed pain, now Brittany was nervous about how much pain Jack was going to inflict taking over the reins. She sobbed, apologetically, "I'm sorry, but it really, really hurts. I don't think I can take much more."

Jack didn't touch the dildo as it stayed inserted, lodged halfway into her behind. Instead, he put a soothing, massaging hand on the small of her back, and another on her pussy. "You've got to relax, emerald-eyes, or it's never going in. Just lay your head down, relax, let your body float free, and let my hands do their thing."

Her pussy was dry at first touch, making it obvious her pain and fear were real and dampening her arousal in the extreme. He continued to massage her for a long while, always saying, "Relax," in a soothing, hypnotic monotone. When he felt her vulva moisten again, he asked, "How's the pain?"

"Better," she answered, dreamily.

Using a comically detached tone, Jack teased, "Well here's your problem, baby, you've got some weird thing sticking out of you." Jiggling the dildo, he added, "It looks like an itty bitty spear. Were you speared in the ass by a wildling band of Pygmies? How'd that happen?" Brittany began to giggle as Jack continued to move the dildo back and forth. "Wait a minute, this isn't a spear. It looks more like a horn. Now I see, you're some kind of deranged unicorn, with your horn growing out the wrong end?"

Brittany laughed harder, making the dildo jiggle against Jack's fingers. Then wiggling her behind for effect, she said, "Shut up, that's not funny. Keep laughing and I'll gore you with my horn."

"It's funny from where I'm sitting." Jack pulled out the dildo, noting that it was too dry. "Now that's your real problem," he said, squirting a liberal amount of lube into her asshole and on the dildo, "Next time, don't be so stingy with the lube."

Jack straddled her back with his legs, kneeling just enough to restrain her movements without putting his full weight on her. Patting her rear in comfort, he said, gently, "Just relax. Put your ass higher in the air. Can you reach around my legs and grab your ass? Good. Spread those rosy cheeks for me. Nice!"

Jack gently worked the dildo into her, applying only a bit of inward pressure. Every so often, he worked it around, side to side, to relax her sphincter. A massaging hand always stayed at her pussy, causing her to relax even further. Slowly, with only a little added pumping to go along with everything else, he could feel her resistance slacken. It wasn't long before she relaxed all together. After that, the dildo slid all the way in as if on rollers.

A soft, breathless, "Oh," escaped Brittany's lips, as the stop at the end of the dildo touched her ass.

"Does it hurt?"

She answered, breathlessly, "N-No, but it f-feels different."

"See, I told you, you'd enjoy it."

"I didn't say that, I said i-it feels different."

Having the dildo fully in her ass wasn't the earth shattering, orgasmic-inducing revelation Jack had implied, but it wasn't all together unpleasant. Mostly it was a different kind of full feeling. Not the pleasurably intense fullness she felt when a man entered her vagina. The feeling in her behind is dampened, softer, more subtle in its intensity, as if the fullness were rooted much deeper inside of her.

When Jack slid the dildo within her, working the phallus in order to loosen her muscles further, she could feel the bulbous head pressing and tickling the near side of her vaginal wall. It was an odd feeling, an indirect stimulation of her sex that slowly, ever so slowly, ramped up her arousal. The pleasurable euphoria wasn't intense, but it was pervasive. She could see how some women came to enjoy the experience.

She hiked her buttocks further into the air in order to meet this new feeling.

With her eyes closed and head lying on the bed, Brittany was beginning to enjoy the subtle unfolding of bliss deep within her, when Jack's voice came stark and loud in the former quiet of the room, "Play with the dildo for me, emerald-eyes."

Rolling over onto her side to better manipulate the dildo, Brittany continued to slide it within her. Jack was standing above her, removing his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers.

That same sexy smirk donned his face. The one that made her melt into a puddle of over-sexed jelly. All her inhibitions disappeared into those curled lips. She saw the look of desire in his eyes—desire for her. He wanted and needed her in the worst, best way.

Ramping up the tease, she spread her legs wide for him, giving him a better look at what he most desired. With a wry, half smile, she said with a smoky tenor of allure, "You like what you see? Wanna fuck it hard with that fat cock, don't you?"

He smiled back, saying, "Read my mind."

Seeing Jack's cock spring to life because of her sexy banter, she felt the whore, and loved it for the first time. Although everything she was doing now felt cheap and dirty, it was also making her feel alive. Like the first time she gave up her cherry. 

He stood for a moment looking down at her. Fully naked, with his hands on his hips, his massive cock standing out straight and stiff, pointing right at her. It pulsated from the heavy course of blood flowing through it—needing her slutty attention in the worst way, like a twitching junky needing a fix.

Brittany had rarely seen Santos look at her with such raw, animalistic passions as Jack did now. Comparisons no longer mattered, because there could be no comparison between the man she had as a wife and the man who was now standing before her.

Her mind reeled at the implications of that fact, and she thought, I did that to him, me, meek little Brittany Medina, full time suburban homemaker and part time whore, wife and mother of one. I made his cock hard as oak, bound by steel, and his eyes blazing like hot torches, burning a hole into me.

Staring back at him with her eyes mimicking his, full of desire, she knew that nothing could quench the heat that sparked between them, except for her own willing needs to be used as he saw fit.

Pumping the dildo ever faster, it took all of her self-control not to tell him to stick that rigid plank of oak into her, ram it home, fast and furious, until the sweat and sex dripped off them as a torrential rain. She wanted to tell Jack to thrust into her until she forgot, never to remember, she vowed devotion and life to another, but something still held her back.

Her voice lacked the courage to shriek like a slut and demand he fuck her as if she belonged to him, as if owned by him—chained forever to him, like a beast of burden. Tell him he can do her anywhere and anytime he pleased. Yell at him to make her scream and cream like he did the others—like he did to her the last time.

For a moment, she thought Jack would do just that, as he sat on the bed beside her and took control of the dildo, again.

"Yeah, fuck me," she rasped, finally finding her voice, "Pull it out and fuck me."

As he teased her greased hole with the end of the dildo, he asked, slyly, "Where?"

"You know where."

"Say it, bitch, or I'll stop."

"Fuck me in the ass!"

"I am fucking your ass."

"N-N-No."

"What? No? What does that mean, emerald-eyes?"

"W-With your f-fucking big c-cock. I want your cock in my a-ass!"

Jack continued to taunt her, "Such a dirty baby, now you want my cock in your ass. First it was, 'Don't drive so fast,' then, 'Speed up, you're driving too slow.' Then, it was, 'I can't take it in my ass,' and now, 'Give it to me in the ass.' I don't know what to do with you. I wish you'd make up your mind and stick with it."

"P-Please," Brittany whined in frustration.

"Do you want it nice and easy like this," Jack went silent to augment his gently pumping with the dildo, before finishing, "Or hard and fast?"

"Yes," she whimpered, comically ambiguous.

"Sorry dirty baby, no cock for you yet, your ass needs more of a work out." Chuckling, he added, "It's torment, isn't it?"

She moaned another, "Yes."

"But nice."

"Oh yes. If I can't have your cock, go faster, then. Please!"

Smiling at her, he continued to slide the dildo in her ass using a slow, even glide. "What's the rush, emerald-eyes? We have all afternoon."

Jesus, he's going to torture me with this. She threw her head onto the bed in frustration, arching her back to the glacially slow ramping of her arousal.

It wasn't long before she pleaded again, "Do it faster. Please!"

"Slow and steady wins the race, emerald-eyes, and if you talk again, I'll stop."

Whimpering, she did the only thing allowed her, closed her eyes, arched her back further, and prayed he would show mercy.

As he continued his slow pumping with the phallus, Jack wetted a finger with her arousal. Placing the tip lightly on her clitoris, he massaged her using a smooth, circular motion.

"Oh God, yes," slipped from her lips, as her arousal screamed up to the pinnacle.

Just when her thighs began to tremble, Jack pinched down on the thick outer labia surrounding her clit, tamping her arousal back.

Before she could whine about Jack's torment, he pumped the dildo a little faster. The increased tempo took the edge off his treatment, as she felt a renewed climb in her arousal. The climb was still slow, but the blissful feelings were spreading outward, becoming more pervasive throughout her groin.

Touching her clit again, while using that same light circular massage, sent that now broad, pervasive bliss racing once more up to the pinnacle. However, just when she thought her climax inevitable, Jack pinched her clit back into submission.

"Jesus," she whined, "Don't stop like that."

Jack didn't respond verbally, but he did set the tempo of the dido a little faster still.

His actions were louder than words, and Brittany responded to them immediately. The blissful tingles bloomed even further outward, matching the rhythm of the phallus, caressing everything deep within her groin. Arching her back further to meet the climbing ecstasy, she moaned wildly as she fell deeper into a sexual fog.

Again, Jack applied a light touch to her clit, only to back off at the last second.

He did this several more times, bringing her close to climax with his gentle rub, but never pushing her over the edge, and all the time, gradually increasing the sliding tempo and force of the phallus.

Toward the end, and fully in a fog so thick she wouldn't be able to recognize her own name, Brittany had rolled over onto her back. Pushing onto the bed with her feet, she arched her back as if the climbing arousal within her were pulling her hips ever closer to the ceiling. She stayed like that, body flexed to the extreme with her hands clamped tightly onto her breasts, crushing them together and into her chest, as Jack continued slamming the dildo up into her.

All it would take to release the dam would be one more, tiny tap to her clitoris.

Through the fog and over her own loud moans, she heard Jack say, "Are you my dirty baby now, emerald-eyes?"

Some other person, not herself, but sounding like herself, yelled, "God, I need you in there!"

With that, Jack plunged the dildo all the way in, and got up.

It took Brittany a few moments to realize she was alone on the bed. Her body still arched toward the ceiling, she could feel the phallus lodged deep in her ass, caressing her insides with that soft, sweet, pervasive bliss. Flexing and tightening her ass cheeks around it, she felt her arousal climb a little higher, and with just a little more effort she could...maybe...get herself off.

Jack watched her with amusement as she twitched and writhed about, moving and flexing her legs in a continual effort to push herself over the edge and into climax. When he noticed her hand moving toward the sweet spot on her pussy, he barked, "Don't even think about touching yourself!"

Brittany uttered a loud whimper. Without the use of a helping hand, she would never bring herself off. Frustrated, she slumped back onto the bed, panting heavily from exertion.

Sitting in a chair, Jack waited until Brittany's breathing returned to normal. Neither of them spoke.

Brittany spent most of the quiet time waiting for Jack playing with her breasts, and feeling the sweet massage of the dildo deep inside whenever she flexed her buttocks. Her arousal dripped continuously onto the bed sheets.

It was an odd feeling, but one she was beginning to enjoy. Even though the phallus wasn't in motion, it was still imparting a low glow of continual pleasure, keeping her at a higher state of arousal that wouldn't slacken, no matter how long she had to wait for Jack. She knew about anal plugs and considered their use strange, and the women who used them even stranger. Now, she seriously entertained the idea of buying one, and inserting it before her next meeting with Jack. The irony made her giggle.

Hearing her laugh, Jack got back on the bed and knelt at her side. Passing a soft palm along her abdomen, he said, "Sounds like someone was having too much fun by herself."

Brittany's hand immediately went to Jack's cock. Although semi-flaccid after their brief rest, the feel of his heavy tool in her hand still made that low glow of pleasure she felt, expand.

Running playful fingers along his shaft, she coyly responded, "I was just lost in my thoughts for a while. I bet you can't guess what I was thinking."

"Why don't you show me."

Shifting around, she deftly pulled Jack's semi-erect cock fully into her mouth. Tonguing and sucking it all about the shaft and head, she stared up at him with a ravenous light in her eyes. 




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Jack smiled. Her eyes told him everything. She belonged to him.

As Jack's cock grew thicker and harder, she continued to kiss and lick his stiffening member, while coyly saying, "First, I'm going to get this big boy so hard I could use it to pound nails into concrete...oh yes, just like this. Next, I'm going to..." Brittany flipped onto her back and slid under and between his knees before finishing, "I going to suck on these heavy balls until they are bursting with cum."

Jack lifted his torso to give her room, before dropping his balls into her waiting mouth. Lost in the fog of arousal, again, she tongued his heavy balls with abandon, pushing her whole face up and into his groin so that her nose pressed wickedly into his perineum. At the same time, she brought her hands into play, using both to playfully stroke and massage his cock.

Filled with power and pride at his new slut creation, Jack added more fuel to her fire by turning, twisting, and tapping hard on the stop of the dildo as it remained lodged fully in Brittany's anus.

Uttering a string of guttural grunts and moans around his balls, Brittany's body shifted, twitched and shivered about in total ecstasy. Laying her head down, she yelled, "Give me your cock!"

Jack rolled away from her, leaving her with that empty feeling again.

She nearly started crying in frustration. Rolling back onto her side with her green eyes sparkling, she was about lay a verbal barrage on Jack to finish what he started, when she caught that warm smile of his, quelling her anger.

"So you want my cock," he said, as he handed her a condom, "First, put this on me. Then grease up my cock real good."

This was the first time condoms were even mentioned in their relationship, and it confused her for a moment. "What's with the rubber?"

"I noticed the dildo was getting dirty. As much as I love fucking all you horny 'hausfraus' in the ass, I don't like what sometimes greets me when I go up your chute."

"That's disgusting," Brittany said, using a false tone of prudishness.

"No, that's biology." He commented, laughingly, then added, "You're a funny little hypocrite. You speak of disgust with such stuck-up reserve, all while panting like a bitch in heat. The whole time I'm fucking you with the fake dick, you're playing with my thick tool thinking there could be nothing better than having my cock pumping deep in your ass."

Jack was right. If he had said these things to her before the dildo, she would have found this whole conversation crude and offensive, but now...

She could barely unwrap the foil and unroll the condom onto his cock, her hands trembled so, from nerves and arousal. After laying a thick coat of lube all around his sheathed cock, he told her to assume her favorite position.

When Jack removed the dildo, Brittany felt momentarily empty, but the emptiness was quickly filled to overflowing as she felt Jack slowly pushing his long, thick cock into her.

Even with the thick coat of lube, Jack met with resistance and Brittany felt pain.

She uttered a soft, "Owie," stopping his forward progress.

Jack ran a soothing hand along the small of her back, while saying, "Why don't you back into me, emerald-eyes. It'll be easier."

It was better for her when she had control. Mostly, she didn't have to fear Jack getting impatient and ramming his tool home. Not that he would, but she just breathed easier not having to worry.

Brittany eased backwards, pushing ever so gently, and even though the progress was slow a first, she could always feel him inching further inside. When he was about three-quarters in, the tightness she felt before, caused by her irrational fear and Jack's size, evaporated. In that second, everything relaxed within her, and Jack's cock slid smoothly in the rest of the way.

"Oh dear God," she breathed out, as an overwhelming and intense sensation of bliss immediately flooded over her the moment her ass made contact with Jack's thighs.

Jack grabbed her hips, and held her tight against him. Shifting his cock, side to side, subtly within her, he said with a chuckle, "I told you. I love it when all you horny 'hausfraus' finally realize what you've been missing all these years. All of you bitches love it in the ass. You all try to deny it and try to hide your desire for it, but first time, every time, when my cock's finally, fully in your cute little behinds, your pussies start gushing like fire hydrants. Feels good, doesn't it, emerald-eyes?"

She hated that he was always right, and just nodded her head in response.

"What? I didn't hear that. You want me to pull my cock out?"

His arrogance was killing her. She shook her head.

"Oh, so now you don't want me to fuck your tight, fat ass."

"No! I mean yes. I mean, fuck my ass. Please!"

"Say it. Beg. Say it like I just said it."

She had to think what he had said, but the sexual fog that was seeping into her mind was making thought difficult. Finally, she remembered, and added a little extra, "Fuck me in my tight, fat ass, you fucking prick!"

"God, how I love it when you slutty bitches talk rough and dirty."

Jack pumped his cock using long, slow strokes, and rarely varying his tempo. He liked to take his time when fucking the wives in the ass, allowing them to work themselves up into a fevered pitch.

The mind is the greatest erogenous zone, and Jack's slow, unvarying ass fucking always got them working their minds into overdrive. Added to this, the slow ramping of their arousal was always sexual agony. By the time they got close to climax, they usually needed to release the pent-up agony by screaming and throwing themselves back onto his cock like half-starved, rabid dogs pouncing on a piece of flesh. All of which helped them to reach the pinnacle they sought in their fevered minds, and push them over the edge into ecstasy.

To change things up, occasionally Jack would grip their shoulders hard, pulling them firmly toward him as he thrusts in, bumping their over-stuffed bottoms with his thighs. The added 'shock' from the bump worked well in ratcheting their arousal up quicker and higher than just from the normal pelvic grind, alone. Of course, he always loved taking them by the hair and pulling their pretty heads back while thrusting into them. It made them feel even more cheap and dirty than they already were. He loved hearing them swear and curse at him for his rough, humiliating treatment, all while begging him to fuck their tight asses even harder.

As with the others, Brittany was ramping up nicely—a slow and methodical crawl toward climax. Her hands were everywhere and in chaos: massaging her breasts first, squeezing, kneading, and pinching them, then hitting every other erogenous zone she had, thighs, sides, stomach, before going back at her breasts again. Roving hands, subconsciously done to help push her faster along and toward climax. She had yet to touch her clit, which would have neatly done that thing she sought, but Jack kept denying her that easy pleasure. As such, she was stuck in agony for what would be a very long time.

She began throwing herself back into him, grunting hard as she did so. The sudden vibrations she felt from her hard bumps cascaded wonderfully through her groin, pushing her that much closer to release.

Right on cue, Jack grabbed a tuft of her hair and yanked her head back hard. Brittany yelped in pain.

"Dirty baby likes it in the ass, doesn't she?"

Brittany panted, "Yes!"

Jack yanked her hair back harder, and said, "Dirty baby wants to come, doesn't she?"

"Owie...yes!"

"But it's such a slow glide to heaven, isn't it?"

"Yes! Fuck me harder, you prick! Please!"

"Let's really get down and dirty, emerald-eyes. What do you say?"

Jack pulled out and put on a fresh rubber.

Aching from being ramped up and full, but now empty, Brittany asked in frustration, "Goddam it, why did you stop, you prick? What are you doing?"

"Shut up. I want to try something."

Throwing a pillow on the floor, he slid her off the bed, laying her head and shoulders on the pillow, and with her back pressed against the side of the bed for support.

Jack squirted more lube onto his erection, and still more between her buttocks. Then he stepped over and between her legs, putting one foot up on the bed. 

His cock stood out straight and hard. Waving it at her, he asked, "Is this what you want?"

"Goddamn it, yes!"

"Show me where you want it."

Brittany spread her ass cheeks wide with her hands, revealing her still gapping asshole, and said with real venom in her voice, "Put it in right there. Fuck my tight, fat ass, you fucking prick!"

Holding his cock steady and pointing directly at his target, he lowered himself down. His thick member slid into her ass with ease.

She gasped at the sudden sensation of being filled again. Her arousal quickly climbed to the point it was before as Jack renewed this slow, patient pumping.

"Oh Jesus," was all she could say, repeatedly, as Jack continued his deep, slow fucking.

"Yeah, feels good, doesn't emerald-eyes."

She just stared up at him wide-eyed, murmuring, "Oh Jesus," as the fullness of pleasure swept over her.

"There's another reason I like to wear a rubber when I fuck you horny 'hausfraus' in the ass. The rubber deadens the feeling for me. I can control myself easier. Truth be told, I can keep fucking you like this all the live long day." Jack ended his little speech by pounding his massive tool deep into her. When she belted out a long cry of delight, Jack repeated the thrust, pounding down hard into her, again, and again, and again, each time causing Brittany to shriek with pleasure.

Yet, Brittany was close to tears. Even with all of Jack's pounding, the ramp up to climax was still going too slow. The sexual agony deepened to the point where she couldn't take it anymore. Her hands were back to floating all across her body, touching each erogenous zone in turn. They finally ended up secured to her breasts as she crushed them together and against her, trying to do anything to speed up her journey.

Jack saw the distress in her face, the wonderfully distressed look of a woman with pinched features and furrowed brow. A woman who hated and loved what was being done to her—needing to, but not really wanting to, come.

Jack took pity on her, "Touch yourself, emerald-eyes. Come for me."

Brittany wasted no time vigorously shifting and slapping a hand across her clit, as she let out a long, wailing scream.

She continued to scream as she continued to slap at her pussy. A small trickle of her ejaculate flowed out. The droplets landed softly on her lips and cheeks. Brittany licked them off as she continued to yell between deep, gasping pants.

Quickly, while Brittany was in the throes of another climax, Jack pulled out of her ass, removed the rubber, then slid his cock hard into her gaping pussy. Brittany screamed again as a gush of fluid erupted around Jack's thrusting cock like a geyser, bathing her face and upper torso.

Jack rammed his cock in all the way, grinding their groins together, and causing his balls to rub and slap against her clit. "Come on, baby, give me another one."

She screamed again. Another geyser of fluid rushed from her as Jack pulled back out of her cunt.

Too ramped up in his own sexual excitement, Jack didn't bother with another rubber, pushing his cock back into her ass while renewing his pounding.

He continually slammed into her like a pile driver, while commanding, "Come on emerald-eyes, give me one more. Let me see you come once more, just like the horny bitch you are."

Back to working a frantic slapping hand to her pussy, she continually screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" each time Jack slammed all the way in; and for each, 'Fuck me,' another climax washed over her, causing another trickle of fluid to fall onto her face and chest.

On his last descent, he fully stopped his thrusting, and held himself deep within her asshole and released. He just stayed like that for the longest time, holding one of her legs to him for support, as he emptied everything into her.

Brittany couldn't actually feel his forceful ejaculation, but later, she would swear she could feel his cock pulsating within her at regular intervals.

When Jack finally pulled out, Brittany slid over onto her side with a heavy sigh.

Nudging her with his foot, he said, "Better go clean up, and bring me a washcloth and towel while you're at it."

A few minutes later, Brittany found Jack lying on the bed, and cleaned his cock with a warm, soapy washcloth. After drying him, she asked, breathlessly, "Is that it for today?"

He smiled when he heard that tenor in her voice, and said, "I'll leave that up to you. We can call it a day, or, if you like, we can do something more."

She thought for only a moment before getting a fresh condom.

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Nearing the end of their time together, both of them were spent.

Jack was on his back, breathing deeply. Brittany stared at him intently as she lay on her stomach next to him.

Jack still repulsed her for the things he was making her do, but she was also captivated by him. He was a powerful man, and not just powerful physically. There has a deep, internal strength about him as well, one more formidable than his physical strength. It was actually what she feared most about him, that internal force he so easily wielded, getting most of those in his sphere of influence to do what he asked.

Particularly stupid, cheating twats like me, she mused, mournfully.

Along with his obvious strength, however, there was gentleness to him. She saw it in his eyes, and in that friendly smile he sometimes imparted, and she certainly felt it in the way he made love to her.

Oh yes, especially then.

Just thinking about it now was making her flush with excitement, and her vulva moisten.

Even when he was making her choke on his member, like the first time they had sex, or just now, when he was fucking her roughly in the ass, she still felt his tenderness. He never held her down or cut off her wind for too long to where she felt real fear or panic, nor did he pound into her with reckless abandon, risking severe pain in favor of a male ego. He was always gentle, and did those things just enough to where she felt a burgeoning excitement at being dominated by a real man, one she could learn to look up to, if not...dare she even admit this to herself...if not eventually feel affection for.

His little flights into cruelty seemed more like learning exercises to her, now. A type of tough love used on a wayward child. He could be a harsh teacher, to be sure, but a fair one. More importantly, even though he hated her husband with a passion, she knew his hate didn't translate to her. She understood she was just a pawn to be used in his revenge of her husband, but she also knew he would never break his bargain to her—releasing the video he had, no matter how much he hated Santos—as long as she met his demands.

"Why do you hate Santos so much?" she finally asked him, after much thought.

Jack had nearly fallen asleep when her question roused him to full awareness. He thought about what he would have to say to her, then replied, "You don't want to know."

"Yes I do. I'm here because of that hate you have for him. I want to know the reason I have to do this. I deserve to know why."

"Why do you deserve to know? You're living the highlife, Brit, with your big house in the country, with your minks and jewelry, your sixty thousand dollar Mercedes, and your time-share in the Caymans. You never questioned it. You never asked yourself how Santos could get so many luxurious things on a cop's salary."

"Is that why you hate him, because he's a dirty cop?"

"A lot of cops I worked with are dirty, to one degree or another. Santos is just dirtier than most."

"Then what does having all those pretty things say about anything, except that Santos is a better prov...?"

"It says something about your willful blindness," Jack said, loudly, cutting her off. "You're no better than a mob wife, enjoying the comforts of the money your man brings home, but never really wanting to know the gory details about how he gets the money. And I'm not sure who's worse in the end, the guy who will do anything for money, even kill for it, or the stupid slut who benefits from it, but doesn't want to get her own hands dirty."

Brittany was insulted by Jack's comparison, "I didn't know. Really! As a cop, my father was a good provider. Then I married Santos, and he was a good provider. It just seemed natural. From father to husband, a smooth transition, cops did well. I never questioned it."

"Well, now you know. Cops, even the ones tainted by a lot of 'clean' graft, can't afford a time-share in the Caymans. Maybe they put enough away so that their kids can go to a state school, or they can get a new car every five years or so...and not a Mercedes, either. Santos and your dad are dirty cops, the dirtiest. Both you and your mother live well, because your father and husband gorge themselves on drug money, and do favors for those who do murder."

"Please don't talk about them that way. Not my parents. Not my mom."

"See, you don't really want to know. Neither you nor your mother wants to get your hands dirty. So do yourself a favor and stay ignorant to the crap going on around you. You'll sleep better at night."

He was right. Brittany wanted to leave it alone, now. She really didn't want to know how bad the ones she loves really are, or whether she could even trust anything Jack told her about them. However, something within her compelled her to ask. A desire and need to know the truth.

"What did they do to you?" she prodded.

He wasn't going to tell her for a variety of reasons. The most important was for safety's sake. Right now, all she knew of him was a bogus name, Pete Hansen. Telling her any detail of his past history with Santos reveals too much of himself. She may not know it, but Santos certainly does, and would know exactly who he is if she ever told him any part of the Jack Dorn story.

Another reason not to say anything was to avoid inevitable futility. Being a cop, he knows that for most people, blood trumps values. It wouldn't matter how truthful or sincerely he told the story, or how much evidence he could show her, she would never believe it—not of them, not of her family.

He turned his head and stared at her. It was a stare he always used to shut a perp up who was being disrespectful, or to get a guilty perp to finally talk, admit their guilt and cleanse their soul. It's a stare he used on his colleagues, and used to get them to back off when they wanted him to see things their way. It's the stare of the immovable object, and all those who saw it knew Jack could never be swayed from that point on. It always worked. It worked so well the last time, the cop who backed off the pressure later dropped a dime on him. Jack had left him no other choice.

She stared back at him with a similar look. Her emerald eyes were full of reserved curiosity, to be sure, but Jack also saw a courage and strength in her. She didn't turn away from his gaze, as most have done. She needed Jack to take her down the dark pathway, wherever it might lead, and show her that, which is her life.

She asked him, again, "What did they do to you?"

Jack turned away from her gaze, deciding against his own better judgment to tell her everything.

Talking slowly, almost poetically, he began, "His name was Kellen Wilson. He was just your average, every day, nobody, a smalltime dealer and thief, and not a successful one, at that. He was too stupid to be good at it, and too lazy to do anything else but steal. He had one good thing in his life, though. Her name was Sharonda Ferro, who was known on the street as Ashante...just Ashante. It's funny how most whores always pick French-sounding street names when plying their trade. It must be in their union contract," Jack paused to chuckle at his small joke, before continuing, "Anyway, Miss Ferro, Ashante, was a full-time prostitute and part time girlfriend of Kellen. They shared an apartment near the warehouse district."




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Jack turned his head to look at Brittany. Seeing that she was looking back at him intently, he gave her a friendly smile before continuing, "Ashante always kept herself clean, which was different from her streetwalker sisters, who usually end up with that meth-head or crack-whore look about them. Ashante was different. She stayed away from the drugs, maintaining a real air of class and dignity as she worked her corner. She dressed well, too, not like the usual street whore who shows too much breast, ass, and leg. It was probably her clean, classy looks that first caught his eye."

Jack paused again for a long while, waiting for Brittany to catch up. Finally, she asked, "Whose eye, this Kellen guy?"

"Her killer's. According to some of Ashante's friends, she and this mystery man were somewhat of an item. Every couple of days for about four weeks, he'd pick her up at her usual corner, and she'd be gone the rest of the evening. Then, she'd be back on her corner the following day, wearing another trinket the mystery man had given her. Usually it was a bracelet or choker, and always with a little blue stone. The gifts were nothing too flashy or expensive that would draw the attention of the other pimps, but high-quality merchandise nonetheless. The other whores could tell that. Anyway, one day Ashante wasn't at her corner, and she wasn't at her corner thereafter."

Brittany asked, intrigued, "Where was she?"

"She was dead, Brit, murdered. Her body was found in an abandoned warehouse a few hours after she was murdered, and just a few blocks from her apartment. Stupid of the killer to just leave her out in the open like that."

He thought for a moment, then added as an afterthought, "If he takes the time and buries her, or weights her down and sinks her in a lake or river so that her body's never found, no one would be the wiser. Ashante would just be another city whore who turned up missing one day. I guess if criminals weren't stupid, we'd never catch them in the first place."

Jack paused again before relaying the more gruesome details of the crime, "When she was found, her head and face were so badly bashed in that she was unrecognizable. There was no ID on her, but fingerprints taken identified the corpse as Sharonda Ferro, a-k-a Ashante. There were other clues as well, she was wearing a new pair of gold earrings, each mounted with a little blue stone. I didn't know the significance of jewelry at the time. Not until I did some digging and found out they were his usual gifts. Like I said, real stupid of the killer, just dumping her body as well as leaving the earrings on her, but the killer was probably in a panic."

"I don't understand. This is tragic, but what does it have to do with Santos?"

Jack didn't answer her, but continued down a seemingly different track, "About the same time Ashante turns up dead, I catch a case. Seems a female acquaintance of a smalltime dealer and thief, someone by the name of Lupe Gomez, informs the department about a chop shop housing a stolen Beamer. I put the squeeze on the owner of the chop shop and dust the car for prints, and come up with three cherries: prints, name, and witness, Kellen Wilson. Dead bang to rights. Being a three-time loser, Kellen is going to prison for grand theft auto..."

Brittany wasn't able to hide her frustration, interrupting him, "I still don't understand. What does this Kellen person and Ashante's death have to do with my family?"

"I'm getting to that. You see, I'm about to put Kellen full into the system and hand his case off to the DA, when I start getting pressure, first from your husband and then from your father, to sit on the case. They don't say why, but it sets off alarm bells in my head. And this is where I fuck up, but I didn't immediately turn Kellen over to the DA. I just kept him in county lock-up until I could figure things out. When I dug deeper into Wilson's life, that's when I came up with Ashante, who'd been missing for about a week already."

"A week? Wait a minute, you just said she'd been found a few hours after her murder."

"They had her on ice down in the morgue, under a Jane Doe, ever since she was found..."

"Who're they?"

"Santos, of course. Haven't you been keeping up?" The question was rhetorical, and said in a very snide voice.

She ignored his sarcasm, and continued to ask, "Why should he be involved in any of this? As far as I know, Santos doesn't even work those types of cases."

"Why indeed. That's an excellent point. Santos is an AI dick, and a lieutenant, no less. There would be no reason why he'd work an ordinary robbery-homicide. You're catching up. You are a smart girl after all. Now, you should really ask me who Ashante's mystery fellow is, or rather, what he drives. That would answer most of your questions."

She stared at him waiting for an answer.

"Not only did her mystery man, her murderer, act stupidly, he was also very unlucky. It seems one of the whore witnesses, and probably the last person to see Ashante alive, was a bit of a luxury car freak. She knew exactly the make and model of the car that Ashante was picked up in before she was killed, a silver and black, Jaguar XFR. The witness didn't get a plate, but she was certain it was local."

Brittany thought for a long moment, at first not seeing or understanding the connection, and then it hit her. She began to shake her head vigorously, while repeating, "No...no...no!" as a response.

"It's a rare vehicle. There are only about five, silver and black, Jaguar XFR's registered in the city. I was able to track down most of the other Jag owners with ease, and determined they all had valid alibis for the night of the murder. That is, all except one. I had a hard time tracking that last owner down. Part of my problem was the Jag was registered under a bogus name. Once I determined that, it wasn't too hard for me to figure out the real owner."

Jack looked over at her. She was staring back at him wide-eyed, still shaking her head, as if that action alone would somehow alter the facts of the case. Jack had seen that look many times before. Mostly in the families of suspects, he'd arrested. Brittany was falling deeper into denial.

She turned her eyes away from him, saying, "I don't want to hear anymore."

Jack ignored her request, "He never drives it, does he? He just keeps it stored in that garage over on Mitchum. It seems the only time he took it out was his last meet with Ashante. I can only assume he really needed to see her that night, but couldn't use his regular car for some reason, so he used the Jag, instead. Like I said, stupid and unlucky. He picks up Ashante in his own fucking car. Really un-cop like. With so much weapons-grade stupid, I'm wondering how he ever got to become a cop, let alone a lieutenant, in the first place.."

"No, you're wrong! You're lying!"

"No, I'm not lying, and facts are never wrong. I would have thought the blue stone would have tipped you off sooner, seeing how Santos has such an affinity for sapphire. I found that out digging into his life a little bit, finding some of his other mistresses. They also had special gifts with little blue stones. I've always wondered why you never wear that heart-shaped pendant made of sapphire he gave you."

Brittany was almost numb with shock and horror. Not only was Jack accusing Santos of multiple affairs with whores, he was implying he was a murderer as well. She ignored the lesser of two evils for the moment and blurted out, "That doesn't mean anything. Okay, Santos was fucking around behind my back, but it doesn't mean he kill...it doesn't mean he's a murderer."

"That's true. She might have met up with the killer after seeing your husband that night, but if so, why try and stonewall the investigation; two investigations no less, Ashante's and Kellen's. Not only that, he gets your father involved, and now, 'Captain Daddy' is pressuring me to drop the Wilson case, as well. I guess your father couldn't stand having his daughter's husband going away for murder, too much family honor for that. Blood always trumps values, it would seem."

By now, Brittany was sitting up with her arms wrapped around her legs, clasping them close to her chest as if in a defensive position, staring blankly at the wall across the room.

Jack continued, "Now we come to my inadvertent role in all this. I couldn't figure out why they wanted me to sit on an open and shut case. That is, until I started digging deeper into Kellen's life, and came up with Ashante. With a little more digging I found out she had disappeared, and the more I dug, the more it became obvious to me why they wanted me to sit on Kellen. They needed time."

"Time for what?" she asked, weakly.

"Time to get their ducks in a row. They needed time to wipe any damning evidence away that linked Santos to the crime, while fingering Kellen. They were always planning to set Kellen up. It would be easy to frame him for the murder, being that he was Ashante's boyfriend and a low-life drug dealer. Along with the frame, your husband had the precinct captain in his pocket, your father, running interference. Believe me, a captain produces a hell of a lot of interference."

He paused for a moment as if in thought, and smiled before continuing, "It also makes him an accessory to murder; but what the hell, you do these things for family. Anyway, all Santos needed now was the chief forensics investigator on their team, and given the evidence that was destroyed, I'd say they did. It was almost perfect, too, except for one thing. They hadn't figured on Lupe Gomez." Jack chuckled at the irony, before finishing, "It's always that small, random, unlooked for variable, like a Lupe Gomez, that fucks up the most detailed plans. Fucks them up every fucking time."

Infuriated, Brittany blurts out, "Who the fuck is Lupe Gomez?"

"Don't you remember, she's the one that tipped me off to the chop shop. You see, once she does that, now I'm on the case looking hard at Kellen Wilson, the guy your husband, and now your father, are trying to set up for murder. They are essentially fucked and all their work wasted, unless they can get me to play ball or back off my investigation."

It was obvious Brittany was frustrated and angry with Jack with what he was telling her, but her voice sounded weak as she tried to punch holes in his story, "That doesn't make sense. If what you say is true, why would they risk getting you to back off? Why not just let your case go to the DA, and then frame this Kellen afterwards?"

"Because I'm the one guy who knows what Kellen's been doing for those two weeks surrounding the murder, and it wasn't killing Ashante. I'm his ironclad alibi. I punch a big fat hole in their case against him. As such, they needed me to go along with the frame, or, at least, turn a blind eye to everything they were doing to him. I wouldn't do that, however. I'm many things, Brit, but accomplice to murder isn't one of them. So, I told Santos to fuck off, leaving him no choice but to frame me with a dime bag of heroin. I'm brought up on corruption charges, and investigated by your husband and under the direction of your father, no less. It was about that time I figured it all out, but it was too late. I was told either resign or be prosecuted. I chose to resign."

"What happened to Kellen?"

"The brakes were off once I was gone. A grand jury was convened and he was indicted for Ashante's murder. A trial date was set, but with me running around, they couldn't take the chance of a jury trial. Kellen was always too dangerous a liability for them to leave alive, anyway. So, one day in county lock-up waiting for trial, he gets shived taking a shower. It was some jailhouse favor, done by another inmate or a guard. I'm not sure which. I did find out who was first on the scene after Kellen was knifed, a one, Officer Ernesto Bochas. That name should be familiar to you, at least."

"Santos' cousin."

"Quite a coincidence, the guy being framed conveniently departs the world, allowing anyone to say anything about what happened to Ashante thereafter. And the guy who discovers the body bleeding out in the shower is cousin to the detective investigating the murder in the first place. Quite a family you have."

Brittany felt sick.

Seeing her staring down at her hands folded in her lap, Jack finished, "I guess I should thank them they didn't just off me, as well. It would have been easier for them in the long run, and cleaner in some regards; fewer loose ends. However, killing a cop would send up more red flags, and they couldn't risk that. They couldn't be sure how much I knew and who I may have talked to about it. In these cases, it's better to ruin the cop's life. Drop a dime on him and threaten him with prosecution. Once you cut his authoritative legs out from under him, making him a citizen, he can't do anything. I mean, who's going to listen to a dirty cop, anyway?"

When he finished her story, she looked back at him, and started to say, "I...I can't..."

"Believe it," he finished for her, "I know, blood trumps values."

"What does that mean?" she asked, frustrated.

"Nothing," Jack said with irritation. He got off the bed and went to the sink to wash his hands and face, leaving Brittany with her head spinning in astonished disbelief.

She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it. That the man she loved and married, and the father who reared her with such gentle hands, could be capable of such things. As such, Brittany began grasping at straws, and asked, "Is there any proof?"

"Well, the real proof had his throat cut in a shower. If I had proof, hard forensic proof, we wouldn't be here today, and Santos and your father would be getting justifiably corn-holed by some inmate. All the evidence was mishandled, mislaid, or destroyed, and that chief forensics guy I mentioned, he took early retirement. I hear he's living well somewhere up in Washington."

"Then how do you know this Kellen guy didn't do it?"

Jack sighed in exasperation before answering, "Because at the time, Kellen was on his way back from New Mexico, probably on drug business. I arrest him about an hour after he hits town. I'm his alibi, making me the one piece of evidence they couldn't bury.

"But..."

"Just shut up about it, now. You either believe it or you don't. You either believe me or you don't. I really don't give a shit either way, but I'm done talking about it."

Brittany watched him getting dressed, certain he would continue to argue his case and try to convince her. Yet, he said nothing more about it. Moreover, as his silence mounted, like a damp, thickening fog chilling everything it touches, she felt a chill growing in her heart, realizing that his silence now is the most damning piece of evidence against her husband. She began to fear for what he had told her.

Sitting on the end of the bed to put on his socks and shoes, Jack felt her arms wrapping around his chest as she kissed his back. He felt a second kiss up by his shoulders, and then her warm, sweet breath at his neck. There was a third kiss to his bare skin, as she said softly, close to his ear, "I'm sorry."

Putting a hand on her arm for comfort, he reminded her, "We need to go. It's almost four, and your husband will be getting off work in a couple of hours."

Brittany didn't want to leave. She didn't want to go back home, and instead, held him tighter. "Fuck me again, Jack. I need you to fuck me, and keep fucking me until it gets dark."



Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 05



For those new to this story, it began as a moderate Non-consent/Reluctance type, but is evolving into something different. It will overlap into a number of different story genres before its conclusion—this being the first 'morphing.'

As for this chapter, specifically, our lovely 'sexual captive,' Brittany, looking for more answers to her plight, momentarily turns the tables on Jack.

A warning to casual readers, although not nearly as intense as the last chapter, there is a fairly detailed description of anal sex near the end of this chapter.

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For the next four or five weeks, Brittany and Jack settled into a fun routine—well, fun for Jack, at least. Brittany had her moments of joy as well, but she would never admit it outside her loud, orgasmic screams.

The money was always exchanged first, three thousand dollars, as partial payment of her debt, before they both got down to the real business of their meetings. Their fun-time sessions would usually last between two and three hours, but as the weeks past, they were invariably lengthening. Once they renewed their relationship each week, Brittany was always loath to go home, trying to keep Jack with her for as long as she could.

There was only a small bump encountered in their routine, and it occurred the following week after Jack told her about Kellen Wilson and Ashante.

Brittany didn't greet Jack at the door that next week when he knocked, leaving the door ajar, instead. When Jack entered the room, Brittany was waiting for him, sitting up straight and rigid on the bed. The brown paper bag with the money lay at her side.

When Jack closed the door, she asked him, "Why did you tell me?"

He sat at the small table opposite her. It took him a moment to figure out what she was implying. Finally guessing she had second thoughts about the story. "Don't get pissed at me. You wanted to know what your husband did. 'I need to know why I'm here.' These were your exact words."

Brittany lowered her eyes. Staring at the floor, she responded, "Last week, I asked him about that Ashante girl...my father, that is."

"Not Santos?"

She shook her head at first, and then said, "I know that Dad always tells me the truth."

"And what did he say when you asked him?"

She sniffed back a tear before speaking, "It's funny, but he remembered. I didn't even have to give him any details. I just said her name, telling him I remembered the papers were full of her and details concerning her murder, and that I was curious to find out what eventually happened in the case." She paused for a long moment as her eyes began to water. After wiping the tears away with a hand, she continued, "Anyway, he looked at me in the way he always did, straight in the eye, and told me her boyfriend was arrested for the murder. Then I asked him if the boyfriend was found guilty. He told me that there wasn't a trial, but justice was handed out just the same. I asked what he meant by that, but he said I shouldn't concern myself with what happens to the lowlifes of the world."

Jack didn't say anything, thinking there was no point arguing it with her anymore. She would believe whatever she wanted to believe, and he was fine with that. He learned a long time ago that most people deluded themselves about life, about family, about friends. Jack concluded that when they denied reality, it was a coping mechanism most people used to maintain their sanity—best to turn a blind eye to the skunk they married, rather than face the consequences of his nature head on, or think about how it reflects on them.

However, Brittany did something unexpected. She threw the bag of money, hitting Jack in the chest with it. Then she asked again, weakly this time, "Why did you tell me?"

Angered by her reaction, Jack picked the bag of money off the floor, and responded harshly and with overt sarcasm, "What the fuck is your problem? Your dad told you what happened, didn't he? Ashante's boyfriend stoved in her skull with a pipe, and even though there wasn't a trial, jailhouse justice was meted out. The bad guy paid for his crimes. Yippee. Three cheers for the boys in blue, they got their man. Daddy told me so, and daddy never, ever lies to..."

She cut him off, almost screaming, "Shut up! Just shut up." Her eyes were aflame, radiating green daggers of rage at having her pain mocked. When she saw that Jack was stunned into silence, she finished, "I looked into his eyes when he told me the story. I looked into his eyes and knew he was lying to me!" For a moment after her declaration, she just stared blankly at Jack before doubling over onto the floor in abject sorrow and grief.

It was another, all too common reaction seen by Jack during his twenty years on the force; when the family member finally realizes their spouse, their child, their parent is an absolute evil waste of human flesh, their first reaction is to lash out at the messenger. Brittany, acting out at Jack, was her weak version at striking back at the truth.

She was nearly inconsolable for an hour after. All Jack could do was pick her up, and hold her in his lap as she wept unceasingly like a little girl, thoroughly dampening his shirt, and his mood.

When she finally got control over her emotions, Jack sat her on the bed, and said, "Let's forget about our fun-time this week. Neither of us is in the mood."

As Jack turned to leave, however, Brittany grabbed his hand, saying, "Please stay with me. I've nowhere else to go, and don't want to go home."

Before Jack could say anything, she pulled him down and kissed him long and hard, and with a passion she rarely, if ever, displayed with her husband.

They 'played' together well into the night.

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Nothing more was said about Ashante and Kellen Wilson, and as subsequent weeks passed, Brittany came to view their weekly trysts with a degree of cautious interest—if still not comfortable as Jack's concubine, then, at least, grudgingly accepting of her new role as one.

Although she couldn't explain it herself, she liked being under Jack's thumb, particularly since he made her feel special in his own gruff way. Deep down, she knew Jack was a kind man, fucked over by life and circumstance. Consequently, she understood his controlling nature, and made allowances for it. She was being punished for what Santos and her father had done, not just to Jack, but to the others as well. Thus, she accepted the duties she needed to perform as penitence, in order to wipe that sin away.

Yet, the money part she didn't care for and it weighed heavily on her spirit. The obvious reason being she had to sell her things to scrape up the money every week, and she was loath to sell off all her 'pretties.' She felt she earned those over the years, rewards for being a good wife and mother.

'Yes,' she told herself, she was a good wife, although flawed for having strayed one time. Just like her husband, who also strayed, and strayed many times with prostitutes, according to Jack. Thus, she felt it unfair she had to pay so high a price—with her belongings, as well as with her body—for her husband's sin.

Several times, she tried to persuade Jack to take less, but he wasn't open for a renegotiation of their deal just yet. After that, she rationalized that since the gifts were originally bought by Santos, then the money was really coming out of his pocket, and not hers. In Brittany's mind, then, Santos was really paying Jack to pleasure her.

Fun as it all was, particularly being subservient to a powerful man that she was becoming attracted to, there came a point where she wanted to be more than Jack's cash register and plaything.

Was she more than that to him? If so, could she be more than that? So many questions bounced around in her head. She wanted to know more about him as a man. Could he give up control? Did he even trust anyone enough to give up control, and meet him or her as equals? Mostly, she needed to know if he felt the same way about her as she was beginning to feel about him.

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So it was that on one of their weekly meetings, Brittany wore that same outfit Jack made her wear on their ride around the city—sans underwear, of course. She knew he liked her dressing this way, but more than that, she liked dressing this way for him. The tightness of the spandex as it molded snuggly to her large breasts and the feel of the fabric of the skirt against her thighs and bare mons, somehow made her feel more womanly.

Brittany gave her buttocks an exaggerated wiggle as she got out of her car and walked toward the motel room. She knew Jack was watching her, she just didn't know from where. Just before she entered the room, she flipped up the back of her skirt exposing her well-formed, bare ass, and bent over as if she were picking up something off the ground. Standing back up, she looked over her shoulder in a seductive manner and winked, before entering the room.

Jack smiled as he studied her ass from a neighboring parking lot. He was beginning to like her more and more each week.

Starting to think with your dick, ain't you Jack, he mused, and not waiting the obligatory fifteen minutes to see if she was followed.

Brittany barely waited for Jack to close and lock the door, before asking, "I know it's not my place and I'm still in your debt, but could we try something a little different this time?"

Jack was wary of her sudden change in behavior; first, her saucy entrance into the motel room, and now a bold request to change plans. Something new was bothering her, and making her act out. It could only mean one of three things. She was having problems with the money, with the sex, or problems at home.

Looking into the paper bag, he saw there was no problem with the money.

Was Santos on to him, and she was trying to hide the fact?

No, if Santos knew, he would have already corrected the mistake he made years ago when he left him alive.

Guessing it was sex, Jack finally answered, "Getting bored of me already?"

"No, it's not that. I just want to try something different. Do you still carry handcuffs?"

Jack smiled before answering, "That is different. You want to be handcuffed while I do you?"

She ran a teasing finger along his chin, while saying, "They wouldn't be for me."

If Jack wasn't wary before, he is now. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Oh, come on. What are you, scared?"

"Of being handcuffed by the woman I'm blackmailing for money and sex on the side? Yeah, a little bit."

"Oh, don't be such a big baby. I'm not going to hurt you. See, no weapons." Brittany lifted her arms above her head and did a slow pirouette. "Go ahead, frisk me and see that I'm clean." Lifting up her skirt at the end of her turn, she added, laughingly, "See, nothing under here but my bald pussy. Ooh, maybe I'm hiding a shiv in my butt crack." Still laughing, she turned around, pushed her rump out at Jack, and spread her buttocks. "See, nothing there but my tight, little 'winky.' Satisfied?"

Jack was still wary about her intensions, but he couldn't help laughing. "Hey, that's no joke. You'd be surprised where suspects hide things. Maybe I should check inside your pussy for a weapon."

Brittany jacked her skirt up again while putting a foot on the bed. Toying with her outer labia, she said coyly, "Go ahead and check. Give me a full cavity search. I want you to be perfectly at ease with me. Probe all of me with that meaty nightstick of yours."

He loved it when the housewives wanted to break out on their own and explore the deep fantasies they may be harboring. Desires they were reluctant to reveal even to their husbands, were easier to fulfill with someone like Jack. It usually took a few fun-time sessions to bring their secret wants to the surface, and Jack was always happy to oblige their little perversions. It made sex with them that much more interesting.

Fulfilling their fantasies also made them easier to control in the end. Sharing depravities always had a way of bonding people together.

Was that all this was, Brittany testing the sexual waters for herself? Was this just her trying to fulfill some cops and robbers fantasy? Jack still wasn't sure, and that bothered him. "Let me see your purse."

"Wait...what? I was just kidding about searching me for a weapon."

Jack examined her purse thoroughly, inside and out, before responding, "I'm not so much worried about weapons, as I am wires...which reminds me, lift up your top."

"Jesus, you are paranoid," Brittany commented as she lifted up her spandex top and pirouetted again. "See, no recorders, no wires, no weapons..."

Laughing, Jack grabbed her tits, and said, "No weapons? What do you call these?"

Answering slyly, "Man-handlers. They're not dangerous, but they are registered."

Jack remarked, almost as an afterthought, "You know, Brit, you shouldn't be taking what we do as fun."

Brittany stared at him incredulously for his flippant attitude. Then, gathering courage from deep within, she slapped him across the face as hard as she could, and raged, "Fun! You call this fun! I find out I'm married to a murderer and thief, and I find it out from a man who treats me no better than a goddamn whore, because that's the only way he can get back at my murderer husband. I'm in hell, you fucker! When does this start to get fun? Tell me! When?!"

Brittany's eyes were still smoldering in rage as she wound up to slap him again.

Catching her arm in mid-swing, Jack wrapped her tight in his arms to keep her from hitting him again. Locked in his embrace, all she could do was cry.

Jack waited for her to calm down before responding, "I'm sorry I said that. It just looks like you're enjoying this too much."

"So what if I am? What am I supposed to do? If I can't enjoy some part of this, I'll go insane. I've no one, now. Don't you see? All I have is you on one side, and my asshole husband on the other. I can't even talk to Alandra anymore..."

"It isn't that," he said, cutting her off, "I just don't want you getting the idea we're going to be friends and hang out after all this is over."

He felt her relax.

Brittany nodded her head, almost reluctantly, before saying, "All I wanted was to feel in control for a bit, and yes, try to have some fun. Is that so bad? Is that so wrong?"

"Is that the reason for changing things up and asking for handcuffs? You want to feel more in control?"

Brittany nodded her head, again.

Jack studied her face for a long time, looking for some clue of any possible, hidden intentions. Brittany just stared back at him, unemotionally. Finally, Jack added, "It would be better to see our relationship as a short term business arrangement, and nothing more. Think of it this way: I'm keeping the elements in your life from spinning out of control while you pay me for that arrangement."

"I can't do that. This has to be more than some business transaction for me. I can't be Whore Incorporated waiting for our weekly mergers. I-I have to feel like I'm more than just a cum dump to you."

He could think of a half dozen good reasons not to go along with her plan, and only one reason to let her have what she wanted—but what a reason!

Still thinking with your dick, huh Jack.

He smiled while rubbing his face where she slapped him, and said, "Okay, I can understand that, and because you throw a wicked right cross..."

"I'm sorry I hit you," she interrupted.

"No you're not, but thanks for the apology, anyway. I can understand your feelings, so..." Jack took his cuffs out of his suit jacket and handed them over to Brittany. "It's your show. What do you want to do?"

Brittany looked at him with surprise. Jack had caught her off guard. Taking the handcuffs from him, she babbled a bit, "Really? Ah...okay...I, ah...take your suit coat off and lie on the bed."

Jack teased, "Just my suit coat? Nothing else?"

"Uh-huh. It's more of a turn on for me if you keep your clothes on; at least to start. Now lie on the bed and put your arms up and against the headboard."

Brittany looped the cuffs around a wooden crossbar at the top of the headboard before cuffing Jack's wrists.

Brittany joked, as she stepped back, "There, now I finally feel safe." Striking a coy pose, with one hip jutted to the side and a finger to her lips, she began, "Let's see, what should I do first? Hmm...I know, it's awfully hot in here. I should really get comfy." With that, she turned away from Jack and undid her skirt.

She didn't let it fall to the floor, however, but teased Jack as a stripper might. With her head cocked around so that she could watch him out the corner of an eye, she slid her skirt slowly down her backside, gradually revealing her buttocks. She stopped when the top half of her bottom was uncovered, and said, "You're an ass man, aren't you?"

Jack was smiling at all her coy teasing when he answered, "I'm an everything kind of man."

"That may be, but I noticed you haven't even tried to fuck my tits. I mean, Santos is always begging me to fuck my tits, but you haven't."

"Oh, that will change. I can assure you. I've just been preoccupied with the other gems of your anatomy."

"But you are an ass man, aren't you?"

"I guess. If I had to choose between a woman with a nice set of jugs or one with a perfectly formed behind, I'd probably pick the lady with the great ass."

Brittany let the skirt fall all the way to the floor, and remained facing away from Jack. Putting her hands on her hips, she gave them a little wiggle while saying, "You told me I wasn't your type because I had a fat ass. That was mean of you."

"I may have been overly critical."

"So, you really don't think I have a fat ass?"

"It's a bit wide from my taste, but overall, you have a lovely ass."

Turning around, she slid the bottom of her spandex top above her breasts. The tightness of the fabric coupled with her arms pressing her breasts together at their sides, made them bulge forward, obscenely. Bending over so that heavy orbs pointed toward the floor, she asked, "Don't you think I have nice tits?"

Jack just smiled.

Brittany could see the lump in Jack's pants growing. She smiled back at him, "Would you like to fuck my tits?"

Jack's smile broadened as he cocked an eyebrow.

Turning around quickly, she spread her buttocks slightly while saying, "Or would you like to fuck my ass again?" Then, facing him again, she put a foot up on the bed and ran her hand along her inner thigh. "Or is it pussy time. I love pussy time."

"There's no reason we can't do all three, and don't forget about your sweet lips."

"Oh yes, a little oral delight. You guys and your blowjobs, how could I forget."

Brittany straddled Jack's chest. Leaning forward so that her firm tits brushed against his face, she said in a teasing manner, "But I think I'll decide what we do, now that I'm in the driver's seat."

Even through the dress shirt he was wearing, Jack could feel the heat radiating from her groin, and was surprised by how turned on she made herself with her own, slutty banter.

She bent close to his ear so that he could feel the sweet caress of her warm breath against his cheek. Whispering, she commanded, "Suck."

After dropping one of her breasts close to his mouth, Jack deftly pulled it in. Holding it gently by his teeth and lips, he ran a firm, quick tongue across the nipple. Instantly, the little peg of flesh stood out stiff and hard. Jack grabbed it gently between his teeth, sucking and licking it with abandon.

"Nibble," she moaned, deeply.

Jack bit and scraped his teeth gently across her nipple and dark red areola. It wasn't long before he could hear her breath coming as sweet, short and shallow pants, close to his ear.

Brittany moaned, "Yes, suck and lick and bi...oh my...y-yes. The other, now."

For the longest time, Brittany sat straddling Jack's chest with her back arch forward, holding both her breasts steady as Jack continually shifted lips, tongue, and teeth between them. Unconsciously, Brittany began shifting her hips forward and back in a short, fucking motion, making her pussy and clit to rake across the buttons of Jack's shirt.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 05



Pushing her tits even further forward so that Jack's head ended up between them, she breathed close to his ear, "You're such a naughty bad boy. You've got me so wet. I'm making a mess of your shirt. Here, let's do this right."

Removing his tie, she unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest and abdomen each time a button was undone. Slowly making her way down, her lips stopped just shy of the belt of his pants as she kissed and licked about his navel.

She asked, "You asked me the first time what I liked better, sucking or fucking, and I told you it depends on the man, remember?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, I love all of it with you. Yet, there is one thing we haven't done, and I'm curious..."

Brittany didn't finish her thought as she turned around. Still straddling Jack's chest, she backed herself up to where she could feel his warm breath caressing her groin.

Jack caught her musky scent even before she put herself close to his face. Now that her pussy was no more than an inch from his nose, her scent was overwhelming and intoxicating.

"Lick me," she commanded, softly.

Jack didn't—right off, anyway. Instead, he toyed with her, teased her, and played with her pussy, nuzzling it all around with his nose while taking small, gentle bites with his lips and teeth to her hairless, outer labia. He made sure to concentrate more in the area near the top of her vulva, pressing and biting his lips firmly to the fleshy covering just above her clitoris.

His little teases to her clit weren't lost on her, as she moaned quietly and wiggled her ass ever so slightly in pleasure.

Before long, her arousal moistened Jack's attentive lips and chin. Only when he felt a little backward pressure, as she was pushing her pussy onto his mouth, did he part her folds with his tongue. Once inside, Jack concentrated more on tonguing her opening, while taking great sucking bites with his lips to her inner folds and groove.

As Jack fell deeper into the heady mixture of her warm and wet sex, unexpectedly, Brittany asked, "Peter Hansen isn't your real name, is it?"

Jack stopped his nibbling for a moment. So that's her game, he mused.

Responding around a mouthful of pussy, he said, "Sure it is. Why do you ask?"

She didn't respond right away, and instead, softly commanded, "Nibble me right there...no there...ooh, that's it. Now tongue my hole. Slide it deep." She pressed her bottom further into his face. Only when she felt Jack's tongue sliding deep into her pussy, did she respond, "I looked up all the Pete Hansen's, P. Hansen's, or just plain Hansen's on line and in the phone book, and I don't think any of them are you."

Jack answered as he continued to kiss and lick all around her vulva, "Maybe I don't like my first name, and use my middle name for everyday use. Maybe I have an unlisted number, as well."

"Maybe," she loudly moaned, "But I don't think so." Suddenly, she pulled away from him.

He asked, "Where are you going?"

"My turn," she answered, giggling. Undoing Jack's belt and zipper, she continued, "I'm going to leave your pants on. So, you had better be careful not to make a mess. Now, where is that big, bad boy? Come out; come out, where ever you are." She fumbled around in his pants until she found her treasure, and then stated brightly, "Oh, there he is."

Jack already had a full-blown—pun intended—hard-on, so it took Brittany a little effort getting his cock and balls out through the opening in his boxers and pants. When she did, she kissed his cockhead, and said, nonchalantly, "Such a fat, big boy. Momma's going to make you feel so good."

Brittany pulled Jack's cock into her mouth as far as she could, and began bobbing her head while gently sucking.

After some time, she pulled his cock out and asked, "How many women have you done this to?" Before he answered, she quickly slid his cock back into her mouth.

Jack had to think for a moment, as Brittany's tongue and lips were becoming an impediment for clear thought, "More than a few."

She sucked on him a big longer, before pulling him out again to ask, "What happened to them after your time with them was over?"

Renewing her head bob along his cock, Brittany heard Jack clear his throat before answering, "T-They went back to their marriages, their h-husbands none the wiser."

"And that's it, you never saw them again?" she asked as she kissed and licked all around his cockhead. 

"Some t-tried coming b-back for seconds, but I refused. Jesus, what's with the questions?"

Brittany ignored the second part, and asked, "Why did you refuse?" Then she pulled him all the way inside her mouth and shifted her head about waiting for an answer. It wasn't until she pulled him back out, leaving heavy strands of her saliva dripping down his shaft, did she hear his disconnected answer.

"I...I-I d-don't do...Jesus...s-seconds."

Brittany stopped her expert sucking. She stopped everything as a heavy silence descended between them. Only Jack's deep, staccato breathing could be heard.

Finally, she asked, "Is that what happens to us after all of this, we go our separate ways?"

Jack didn't answer.

"And Santos will never know, even though you'd love to humiliate him?"

Jack's breathing returned to normal as he responded, "If you do as you're told and pay me what you owe, Santos will never find out from me what you've done."

"What about us...after?"

Jack answered with quiet force, "There is no us. You be a good girl and do what you're told, you can go back to your family. We'll never see each other again."

Brittany felt a little pang of regret hearing Jack's tone of finality, but understood it. She renewed her interest in his member by nibbling at his cockhead with her moist lips.

Feeling his cockhead expand even further to her treatment, she went low, teasing at one of his testicles with her fingers and tongue. Seeing his sack tighten, she smiled while asking, "Getting back to the others, did they all like sucking your cock as much as me?"

Jack's breathing became labored, again, as he asked, "You like sucking my cock?"

She rolled one of his balls around in her mouth, slathering it thickly with her saliva before answering, "You have no idea; almost as much as I like you pounding it into my wet pussy."

"H-How about...p-pounding that tight ass...o-of yours?"

"Mmm, now you are making me wet."

Dropping his balls, she pulled his cock back into her mouth. Gripping his shaft tightly with her lips, she continued her slow head bob while laying down another healthy amount of saliva. Backing off, she continued to stroke his shaft as she kissed and licked his cockhead, tasting his salty pre-ejaculate. She smiled seeing his cockhead swelling further while becoming a deep purplish hue. Then, she asked, "How do I compare to the others?"

Before he could answer, Brittany pressed her vulva against his mouth. It was dripping wet and so very warm. He slid his tongue deep into her opening as she pressed her bottom back even more firmly into his face.

Brittany giggled at his lack of response, and asked, "Pussy got your tongue?"

Jack moved his mouth toward her clit, and said as he continued to lick and nibble at her vulva, "Better than most, but not the best."

Jack felt her hands grip hard at his thighs when he sucked her clit into his mouth. Holding it firmly between his lips, he flicked at it with his tongue, making her moan softly.

Breathlessly and with just a hint of sarcasm, she said, "I'm sad I'm not the best. Are you just saying that to be mean?"

Jack didn't answer as he continued to work over her clitoris. His face was well smeared with her arousal, particularly his nose as it tickled her about her opening. Like a pig wallowing in mud, Jack was in heaven, and he was putting Brittany there, as well.

She pulled away again, saying, "My turn," and proceeded to slide his cock back into her mouth.

This time she nearly pulled him all the way in as she worked her fingers around his still tightening balls.

Jack finally answered, his voice coming in short, gasping intervals, "No...I-I'm not being...mean. I'd put you just b-behind only a couple of..."

Brittany pushed back again, forcing her pussy into his face, while saying, "Your turn."

Jack happily continued where he left off.

As he sucked, nibbled, and flicked his tongue all around her now dripping pussy, Jack heard Brittany say, "I don't believe you. I think you don't want to admit I'm better than those others; however, if what you say is true, I'll prove it to you that I'm better. Let's have a contest like before. I bet I can make you come before me."

Jack stopped his nibbling for a moment, and said, amused, "That doesn't seem fair. I can't use my hands."

"I won't use mine, either."

"It still isn't fair. You can move away from me any time I get you close. While I'm handcuff..."

Brittany pulled his cock back into her mouth, stopping Jack in mid-thought. She went back to her slow head bob for a minute before renewing her challenge with a mocking tease, "What were you saying? Oh that's right, you're at my mercy? The big bad blackmailer is helpless against the mommy-whore, and all because the mommy-whore sucks great cock. I think you're chickening out and making excuses. You know I can get you off before I do, but you don't want to admit it." She wiggled her ass in front of his face, while saying, "Come on, big boy, I'm not that short. I bet if you try real hard you can eat my pussy and get your cock sucked all at the same time."

"If only I had use of my hands, I'd spank that ripe ass of yours. All right, you're on, bitch. What do we play for?"

"How about the money I owe you this week. I get to keep it if you come."

She didn't wait for an answer as she sank her mouth around his cock and sucked on him as if it were the spigot for the Fountain of Youth.

It was a strain for him to reach her at first, but Jack was just able to get his mouth onto her pussy with only a small stretch of his arms and neck. Then, pulling his legs up, essentially curling his body inward, he pushed Brittany a little further back and into his face. With that little trick, he was able to work his tongue and lips deftly around her clitoris with ease. While Brittany continued to suck lovingly on his cock and balls.

Just as Jack fell into a nice tempo, unexpectedly, Brittany asks, "I did some on-line checking into departmental roll-calls using Santos' username and password. It seems three officers left the department around the time of Ashante's murder. One of them is logged as retired, another was transferred to another precinct, and a third is Jack Dorn. Am I sucking Jack Dorn's cock right now?"

Goddamn internet!

Jack knew after telling her about Kellen and Ashante, it would come to this. Playing it cool, he said, "You could be, and sucking it pretty well, I might add."

Brittany wasn't expecting that for an answer. She was sure he was Jack Dorn, but had expected him to lie, or, at least, deflect away from the question. She asked again, this time with a tone of speculation, "So, you are Jack Dorn?"

Experienced as he was with interrogation techniques, Jack heard the confusion in her voice. Playing off it, he said, "Let's not worry about names, but if it will make you happy, then I'm Jack Dorn."

Brittany was frustrated now. She thought she had him cornered, both sexually and emotionally, but now he seemed to have gained the upper hand again. "Are you telling me the truth?"

"Probably."

"Goddam it, why can't you be straight with me?"

Piqued with anger and frustration, Brittany didn't notice that Jack had moved his knees in front of her shoulders, denying her access to his member—a true, cock blocking maneuver. 

"Goddamn it, you're cheating again," she said, slapping and punching at his legs.

Jack laughed heartily at her frustration, as he continued to dig his tongue deeper into her pussy.

Brittany fought through the cock block, pushing her head further between his legs so that she, at least, could attend to the upper third of his cock with her mouth.

Jack squeezed his thighs, pinning her head and shoulders between his legs and making it harder for her to bob her head along his cock. Slapping at his legs again, Brittany mumbled in frustration around his cock, "ca...m on, iv me s...um woom to s...uck!"

Chuckling, Jack asked, rhetorically, "Huh? What was that? Cock got your tongue?"

Brittany continued to fight, now squeezing her shoulders between Jack's thighs, as she pulled his cock almost fully into her mouth. Grabbing his buttocks with both hands, she used her elbows as blocks against his legs. She sucked on his cock with reckless abandon, throwing her mouth down, repeatedly and forcefully, almost down to his balls, then pulling back just enough at times to run her wet tongue firmly around his slickened shaft. It wasn't long before his cockhead was the size of a very large, firm plum against her cheeks. When she tasted his salty pre-cum, she knew he was close to coming.

However, Jack had her close as well. She could feel a tremendous wave of ecstasy building ever higher, approaching even faster. It would only be a matter of seconds before she wouldn't be able to hold back the tide.

It would be close who would come out the victor, except, Brittany had one more trick to pull.

Two can cheat at this game, asshole, she mused, as she shifted her body forward while dropping her ass down onto his chest, and denying Jack access to her pussy.

She almost laughed aloud when she heard Jack's groan of exasperation at her maneuver.

Suddenly, Brittany felt Jacks hands gripping hard at her hips and pulling her back. She'd been had.

She tried fighting her way out of his grip, but Jack was too strong. Wrapping his powerful arms in front of her thighs and clamping his hands onto her ass, he pulled her pussy tightly onto his face. Within seconds of his hard sucking and flicking of her clit, Brittany experienced a shattering orgasm that made her whole body quake and shudder.

Screaming, out of both ecstasy and frustration, she beat on Jack's legs with her fists at having, once again, been tricked, and continued to hit him even after her climax waned.

What bothered her the most about the ordeal, besides Jack's cheating ways, was that she didn't learn anything new about him. After all the planning and chicanery, she still wasn't even sure about his name. It made her feel weaker and more impotent than she already was.

Jack was more than a little annoyed by her attitude, but when Brittany's slapping got dangerously close to his genitals, he snapped, yelling, "Enough of this shit!" while throwing her off the bed and onto the floor like so much dirty laundry.

Scrambling to her knees, Brittany turned to face him with eyes on fire and lungs ready to bellow curses, but she bit her tongue when he caught his angry expression.

With his blood boiling, Jack growled, "Get that fucking look off that fucking, simpering face before I slap it off, you spiteful cunt!" When she lowered her eyes, he continued, "You want to know why you're not the best. Because of the crap you just pulled. You're lucky you didn't punch my balls, or you'd be spitting teeth."

Staring her down, his blood cooled after a few minutes. Then with a sigh, he commented with tired frustration, "You are getting to be way more trouble than you're worth."

Brittany continued to stare at the floor and away from his hard gaze, saying, defensively, "I just wanted to feel in control for a little while. Why couldn't you just go along? Why couldn't you just let me have my way, just for a little bit? Why do you always have to be such a dick?"

Shaking his head in frustration, Jack unlocked the other cuff on his wrist, and laid them on the nightstand. He responded as he removed the rest of his clothes, "You're certifiable if you think I was going to let you cuff me without having a way out."

Brittany began to cry.

"There it is. I was waiting for that. When the spoiled bitch doesn't get her way, she starts to squirt. Does this routine actually work on Santos?"

Through stuttering sobs, she said, "Goddamn it, you make it sound like I'm faking this. I can't take this anymore. Do you have any idea what it's like to be used as a whore, without any regard for my feelings, wants, or needs. Even though..." She paused for a moment, deciding if she should really tell him how she felt. Closing her eyes out of weariness and frustration, she continued, "Even though you've made me feel more like a woman than anyone ever has, or probably will, it still rips me open knowing what you really think of me. I'm just a dirty whore to you, and always will be. I'm just a dirty someone to dump your cum into, but someone not to be trusted. I guess in the end, all I wanted was for you to trust me, and you couldn't even give me that." 

Seeing and hearing her genuinely, heartfelt confession, Jack's heart softened. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. She continued crying, her tears moistening his bare chest, as he said, "Trust isn't easy for me. Being a cop's wife, you should know that. It doesn't help me to find trust, either, when that person needing my trust is Mrs. Medina."

She looked up at him, her eyes a milky green from tears. "I-I couldn't do anything to you even if I wanted. How could I hurt you without it rebounding and hurting me as well or h-hurting my daughter?"

He looked thoughtfully at her before commenting, "That may be, Brit, but you have no idea what people are capable of. I've seen mothers sell their eleven-year-old daughters into prostitution, just for a fix. I've seen...I've even seen them beat their infants to death because they wouldn't stop crying out of hunger. After seeing that, it's hard for me to put trust in anything, let alone, anyone."

"That's not me. I would do whatever it takes to protect my daughter. Protect her from what I've become."

"What have you become?"

She paused for a moment before answering, "Your whore."

Nodding his head, Jack offered the handcuffs to her, saying, "Okay, you want to try this again? I promise to do it completely your way this time."

Having lost their appeal, Brittany shook her head at Jack's offer, saying, "That's all right. I would have lost, anyway. By the way, how did you get out of them?"

"It's easy once you know the secret."

"What's that?"

"Make sure you palm the key before handing over your cuffs to the girlfriend you're blackmailing."

Jack made a major slip that wasn't lost on Brittany.

Her heart swelled a little as she repeated his words in her mind, He doesn't see me as his whore. I'm his girlfriend!

She didn't let on that she noticed his verbal blunder, saying instead, while hitting his arm playfully, "You're such a sneak."

Brushing her bangs off her face, Jack said, "I tell you what, because I'm a nice guy I'll give you a different chance. You got my interest up earlier when you were going on about your tits. So, in the interest of good sportsmanship, if you can get me off with those luscious mounds of yours, say within five minutes, I'll let you keep half the money."

Brittany perked up. This was actually something right in her wheelhouse. Her tits were a golden charm when it came to Santos coming, and coming too soon. In fact, in the past, she didn't like Santos fucking her tits for that very reason. He would shoot his wad scant seconds after pushing his over-excited dick between her firm, ripe melons; consequently, leaving his dick limp, and her sexually frustrated.

Brittany figured she'd have the advantage. Except, this was Jack, who, so far, exhibited almost superhuman self-control when it came to bed artistry and forestalling his own pleasures. That self-control usually made Brittany's pussy drip every time she thought of Jack and his magic cock pounding into her. Now, however, it was just an endless source of annoyance. This would be a challenge.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 05



"Okay, you're on," she finally agreed.

"Just a couple of conditions: no touching me with your hands, you can only use your hands indirectly, like to wrap your tits around my cock, but that's all."

"If I can't use my hands, can I use my mouth?"

"Yes, just as long as your tits are always touching my cock. Hell, you can even use your eyelashes to get me off, as far as that goes."

"Brittany giggled, and then commented, "Oh wow, cum shot by butterfly kisses. That would be worth the money."

"Second condition, both of your tits have to stay in contact with my cock. You can't just drop them to go down on me. Agreed?"

Rubbing her hands in a show of mock bravado, she said, "Agreed, but since I can't touch you with my hands, you have to get that fat cock hard for me first. It's only fair."

As he stroked his cock to full hardness, he reiterated, "Remember, you only have five minutes, and your time starts...now."

Brittany leaned forward, folding her firm tits around Jack's cock. She secured it tightly between them with an arm wrapped across her breasts. She left her other hand resting on Jack's thigh for the moment. Staring into his eyes, she dropped a spit bomb right on his cockhead. Dropping another one for good measure, she let the large pearls of spit ooze down his shaft, before slowly, yet firmly, shifting her massive tits along his shaft.

Long and very thick, though he was, Jack's cock nearly disappeared within her cleavage. The view of his cock swallowed whole by her flushed, luscious mounds was almost more than he could take. He almost came when he saw that smoky look of sensual panache in her eyes as she released another spit wad onto his cock.

Jack already decided he'd cut Brittany a break, which is why he suggested the challenge. He wouldn't hold back as long as she did a proper job—and she was doing a very proper job.

The second thoughts came hard. Thinking with your heart now, huh Jack? It's bad enough with you thinking with your dick. This is worse.

He closed his eyes to shut out the voice of reason, concentrating, instead, on Brittany's expert use of her tits.

She was near perfect, sliding her tits at an even and constant rate while applying an even and constant pressure. She never used too much saliva, where she might lose the all-important friction, only occasionally dropping a spit bomb down her cleavage whenever she felt Jack's cock getting tacky against her skin.

Jack loved those moments as she hung her face just above his member and took carful aim. Then seeing the large pearl of saliva slowly emerged from behind her pursed lips, momentarily hanging in mid-air, quivering, before she released it at just the right moment onto her intended target. Sometimes she would follow the spit bomb down with her mouth, pausing her mammary massage long enough to suck on his cock as it emerged from between her tits. On one such occasion, an erotic display occurred by happenstance. As she lifted her head off him, a thin strand of saliva remained, connecting her lips to his cockhead. The suspended strand quivered for a moment before breaking and snapping back against her lips. Licking her lips free of the spit, Brittany renewed her wonderful tit massage.

The visual was enough to make a grown man cry, just before coming. After that, Jack added his own subtle thrusting to match her sliding tits.

Seeing Jack's arousal ramping up nicely, Brittany added sensual dialogue designed to spur him faster. "God, your cock feels so good between my tits. I swear, looking at it sliding between me is making my cunt drip like a faucet. Come on, baby, fuck them hard. Fuck those big titties. Faster, baby, use my tits like you use my pussy. I want you to shoot a hot load all over them and across my pretty face."

At the same time she's giving Jack her verbal barrage, she brought both hands into play. Placing one on either breast, she crushed her tits together and against Jack's thrusting cock, and then shuffled her tits independent of each other.

Feeling the inevitable, Jack commanded, gutturally, "Catch it, bitch. Here it comes."

She dropped one more spit bomb at the top of her cleavage, before parking her opened mouth just above his cock. Sticking her tongue out, she rasped, "Come on, baby. Give it to me. Fill my slutty mouth with your hot load."

Jack couldn't take his eyes off her, as repeated, hard shots of ejaculate flew up and between her parted lips. After hitting her at the back of her throat, his hard shots fell and flowed downward and out, covering her chin and tits, and his cock. As his ejaculation slackened, becoming more of an oozing, white fountain rather than an Uzi, she lowered her mouth onto his cock, sucking and stroking him gently. Semen continued to leak out the corners of her mouth and from between her soft lips, flowing down his shaft and across her stroking fingers.

When it was over, Brittany cleaned all of the semen from him. Only when Jack laid his head back on the bed, did she go to the bathroom and clean herself off with a moist, warm washcloth.

Jack noted the time. It took her a little over six minutes. Oh well, he'd forget about that rule for now.

When she got back on the bed, she asked, earnestly, "Well? How did I do?"

"Take it, it's all yours."

Shocked and surprised, she blurted, "All of it? Really!"

"After a tit-job like that, you've earned it. There is one problem, though. No matter how big your jugs are, or how well you use them on my dick, tit fucking is just like Chinese food. You're always hungry for more." Pulling her closer to him, he added, "Come on, bitch, suck that cock and get me hard again. We need to fuck some more."

Brittany shot back a sly smile before sliding his cock into her mouth.

She loved sucking on his cock when it was semi-flaccid. Due to its thickness, it retained that pussy-dripping feel by filling her mouth to overflowing even when soft, but because it wasn't as rigid, she could easily pull it all the way in without fear of choking. Moreover, with him all the way inside, it gave her the opportunity to do another act she enjoyed, playing with his heavy balls against her face as she blew him.

Brittany would never tell Jack directly about her feelings concerning this, wanting to keep it a secret from him. However, as the weeks sped by, it was growing impossible for her to hide her enthusiasm whenever she went down on him. She loved blowing him, and blowing him like the first time he forced her, positioned so her ass was pointing back at him, and allowing him play with her as he wished.

Jack easily slid three fingers into her pussy, while commenting, "You just love sucking my cock, don't you."

Brittany only panted a response.

"I can tell. You're pussy's dripping with excitement. You're just a mommy-whore who loves sucking cock."

"Yes," she moaned around his cock.

Playing his words around in her head, Mommy-whore, she felt another surge of arousal deep within her, and sucked on his cock with even greater enthusiasm.

Feeling his cock stiffen against her tongue and cheeks, Brittany slowly backed away, giving it room to grow.

"Suck on my balls, mommy-whore. I know how you love cooking up another batch of heavy cream for that hungry mouth of yours."

Pulling him out, she continued to stroke his slicked-up cock with a hand, while kissing and sucking on each of his balls, in turn. Alternating between his cock and his balls, she soon had him at full hardness.

Pulling her head up by her hair, he said to her, "Well done, mommy-whore. Now, I wonder what we should do with that hard cock of mine? Tell you what, since you did such a great job getting me hard, I'll let you decide. Tits again? Mouth? That dripping cunt of yours? What shall it be?"

Brittany was on fire and already close to climax. Breathlessly, she asked, "Did you remember to bring rubbers and lube?"

"They're in the bag on the chair."

The whole time she greased her ass, working one, two, and then four of her fingers in, Brittany stared at Jack's cock. She felt her pussy dripping down her thighs with anticipation, and wondered with amusement how it was able to fit the last time without splitting her open.

Slipping the rubber on him, then greasing up Jack's sheathed cock with a thick coating of lube, Brittany turned away from him, waiting on all fours for him to enter her."

Touching her ankle, Jack commanded, "I want you on top, mommy-whore, facing me. That way I can play with your pussy better."

Brittany assumed a position a baseball catcher might, squatting directly over Jack's cock as he held it steady for her. Lowering herself down slowly, there was some pain as she inched him inside. As she slid closer to the base of his cock, she had to halt her progress occasionally so that her sphincter could adjust to his thickening size.

Jack didn't rush her or push into her, knowing she was at the most delicate part of entry. Staying as still as possible, he occasionally rubbed her thigh in comfort, allowing gravity to do most of the work.

When her bottom finally made contact with his pelvis, she closed her eyes to the full blissful feelings. She uttered a garbled, "Oh fuck, yes," sounding more like a long, soft sigh, rather than words as the bliss intensified within her.

Keeping her feet flat on the bed for leverage, Brittany leaned back and propped herself up against Jack's bent legs, as if sitting in a chair, and also placed her elbows on his knees for added support and control.

Seeing a look of pure bliss mixed with animalistic lust on her face, Jack chuckled while saying, "Mommy-whore loves my cock deep in her ass, doesn't she?"

She didn't look at him, keeping her eyes closed as she panted, again, "Oh fuck, yes."

"All right, mommy-whore, show me how much you love my cock. Let me see it sliding in and out of your greased asshole."

Ever so slowly, almost as a seductive tease, she lifted her bottom off Jack's body until his cockhead was right at her rim, before slowly sitting down. She continued with her slow, exaggerated rhythm, lifting then sitting, sliding his cock fully within her, as Jack teased her labia with a finger.

Throughout her sensual play, Jack continued to shower her with lustful comments, using them both as praise as well as a mental ratchet spurring her increasing arousal. "I love it when all of you horny 'hausfraus' start to enjoy it up the ass. Spread your legs wider so I can really see my cock sliding up and inside that tight hole. Oh, baby, that's it. That's so nice. You should see what I'm seeing. Would mommy-whore like to see my cock sliding up her ass?"

Brittany only moaned a loud reply.

Reaching over for his cell phone that he laid on the nightstand, Jack centered her groin in the screen. Moments later, Brittany noticed a flash of light through her closed eyelids and heard the digital sound of a shutter click.

"Take a look," he said to her, as he held the camera phone in front of her face.

Brittany gasped with delight when she opened her eyes to look at the image, and almost came seeing how much Jack's thick cock spread her ass cheeks.

Closing her eyes again, Brittany slid her ass along Jack's cock at a faster rate.

There was another flash and click.

"Look," Jack commanded.

This time, he had taken a shot of her face. With her nostrils flared and her lips parted into a wide, open-mouthed grin, it was an image of pure, slutty ecstasy stamped across her face.

Closing her eyes again, she further increased the rate of her fucking.

Seeing and feeling her reaction to the pictures, Jack reiterated, laughingly, "Mommy-whore just loves it in the ass."

"God, yes!" she panted.

"Would mommy-whore like to watch it as a movie?"

Brittany didn't answer right away, as it now dawned on her what she was agreeing to.

Although she thought, prudently, What the fuck are you doing, you stupid twat? Giving him more images to blackmail you with, she heard herself say, excitedly, "Do it. God, how I want to watch you fucking me deep in my ass!"

Jack set the camera phone to record a short movie. Giving her directions, he said, "Come on mommy-whore, Brittany Medina, let's see my cock sliding all the way in and out. That's it, push that pussy forward and clamp those tight buns around my cock. Let me hear you say, 'I love your fucking fat cock in my ass.'"

Brittany went back to her exaggerated, slow slide while repeating the words.

Her head spun as she watched the short movie, hearing him calling her 'mommy-whore,' and her actual name as her ass repeatedly gobbled up Jack's cock whole. The images were so sharp and clear, she could even see her arousal glistening and trickling from her pussy, and bathing Jack's shaft and balls.

When Jack hit replay for her, she went back to rapidly sliding along his cock, almost bouncing off his pelvis each time she hit bottom, while exclaiming, "Fuck yes! Fuck yes! I'm such a dirty mommy-whore, and I love fat cock in my ass. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"There you go, emerald-eyes," Jack said, "Bounce along that cock, and get those big tits of yours bouncing as well."

Chucking any modesty she might still possess, she yelled, "Mommy-whore! Call me mommy-whore!"

"You want to come, mommy-whore?"

She had lost all sense of herself, who or what she was, and no longer cared, and screamed, "Fuck yes! Mommy-whore wants to come! Mommy slut whore needs to come so bad! Make mommy slut whore come, please!"

"Then fuck my cock like a good mommy-whore."

She pounded down onto him with fury, as an unquenchable feeling of raw lust ignited deep within her soul. All she could hear were the sharp, slapping sounds of her ass hitting his arousal-drenched pubis, as they reverberated off the walls. 

Brittany was close, so very close. Bringing a hand around in order to touch herself, and touch off her climax, she heard Jack growl, "Keep your hands on my knees, bitch. That pussy is only for me to play with."

Jack barely placed his thumb on her clit.

Brittany's arousal screamed upward at breakneck speed, driven by her efforts as she continually raked her clit across his steady thumb, while bouncing along his cock.

Brittany found release when Jack added his own thrusting, pushing his cock hard up into her ass each time she dropped herself onto him. "Oh my god," she blurted, as she felt the waves of climax quickly building, "Jesus...fuck...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!"

Her ejaculate, warm and clear, sprayed forcefully across Jack's stomach. Jack increased his pumping while applying more pressure to her clit. Brittany went still, letting Jack pound into her on his own. Wave upon wave crashed into her, sweeping her away and into semi-unconsciousness.

As the last wave of her climax ebbed, Brittany came to rest on Jack's chest, gasping for air.

********

They lay like that for a while, peaceful and quiet, until her breathing returned to normal and the dense sexual fog she had fallen into began to lift. Now that her mind was clearing, she thought about the pictures and video Jack had just taken of her, and asked with slight anxiety, "What are you going to do with that video?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he held up his camera phone so they both could watch as he played the video again. During one of her many slut screams, Jack commented with a grin, "Maybe I'll email it my friends as Christmas greetings next year."

"Oh, don't even tease me about that."

When the movie ended, Jack pointed at the screen, and said, "Push that icon."

"What will that do?"

"Go ahead and find out."

When she did, a new message appeared, wanting confirmation from the operator if the images should be deleted.

She hesitated a moment before pushing, 'Yes.'

Looking up into his face, Jack was looking back at her with a warm smile that always made her feel twelve again and happy. "Had to think about it first, didn't you?"

Blushing, she turned away from his stare. He could always read her mind. She was about to make a comment when Jack changed the subject, "I've been meaning to ask. How's your sex life with Santos?"

Jack rarely asked her about Santos any more. So now, coming out of the blue, his question put her on edge.

"There isn't one. Hasn't been for a while. At first, because I was fucking you and felt cheap and dirty, and I didn't want to taint our bedroom. Now I can't fuck him because of what you told me," she laughed sarcastically before finishing her thought, "I can't fuck him now because I don't want him tainting me. I suppose that's what you wanted to have happen all along."

"At first, maybe, but not now. I don't want you neglecting him. I don't want him suspecting anything's changed with your marriage. So, go back to fucking him."

"I don't know if I can anymore."

"You have to. In fact, I want you to get friskier with him. Does he like to go down on you?"

Brittany looked at him with curiosity, wondering where he was going with these questions. "Not really, he's a bit of a macho fuck in that regard. I mean he'll do it if I ask, but only when I ask, and I usually have to ask him several times. Plus, he's not that good at it."

"Not like me."

Brittany blushed again.

Seeing her look of girlish embarrassment made Jack smile, as he said, "Some guys need encouragement. I want you to ask him to go down on you, and ask him often. Play that little game you just did with me. Cuff him and rub that sweet pussy all in his face. Most of all, let him know he's hitting all the right spots. That he's really making you feel good as he eats you out. Really moan and scream as he's doing it."

"I don't understand."

"It will make him feel more secure in the marriage, and pump up his ego thinking he can turn you into jelly with just his tongue."

"I still don't underst..."

Jack cut her off, annoyed, "Can you just do it, for fuck's sake?"

Seeing the stare and hearing the harshness in his voice, Brittany knew any further questions or comments would be unwise. Laying her head back on his chest, she answered, reassuringly, "Okay, I'll keep fucking him."

"And?"

"And I'll beg him to go down on me."

"As much as you can. It's important you make him feel important, and tell him how good it feels having him eat you..."

Brittany rolled her eyes while saying, "Okay, okay, I get it. It sounds stupid, but okay."

"Good girl," he said, with a satisfied tenor, before covering his eyes with an arm as if he were going to sleep.

As they fell quiet again, Jack thought about how situations and events in one's life can dramatically change—almost like the weather in their unpredictability.

Revenge is such a tricky thing, almost as tricky as blackmail, and the thought of it consumed much of Jack's time when he was away from Brittany. Moreover, it was revenge not just for himself, but for Kellen and Ashante, as well. Jack felt an obligation to get them some measure of retribution, even if they could no longer appreciate the gesture.

Revenge also had to be personal, and it had to hurt. It wouldn't be enough for Jack to fuck over Santos behind the scenes, as it were. It was imperative that Santos know it's Jack twisting the knife, and not some DA bringing him up on some chickenshit corruption charge. That is, if the DA would bring charges against Santos at all. Jack had his doubts, given the level of city corruption and Santos' political connections.

Initially, Jack considered his only avenue for revenge was to fuck Brittany for a while, make a little money, and then lay the boom on Santos that his wife was banging other guys.

Jack knew enough about Santos to know it would severely hurt that macho piece-of-shit. Hurt him like cold, sharp steel slipped deep into his guts, knowing a dick-less punk like Chris was coming in his wife's snatch. Worse, it would just about kill him if the rest of the precinct knew about his wife as well. Pride was a dreadful thing when bruised, unpredictably dangerous in the rage it can foment, and what Jack had originally planned for Santos would have crushed his pride like a grape.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 05



Of course, it would have sucked for Brittany, being ratted out even after keeping up her end of the bargain, but that's the price one pays for marrying a piece-of-shit. Jack just saw her as expendable—collateral damage—a poor unfortunate caught in the crossfire in his quest for revenge.

However, that was then. Now, as he started to know Brittany better, Jack was reconsidering his old plan in favor of a new one.

When certain information became known to Jack, information that he had neglected to see the first time he looked into Ashante's murder, he saw a slightly different avenue for revenge.

The new plan was complicated. There was a lot he needed to do in order for it to work, and part of it depended on Brittany doing what she was told, which was no guarantee given her nature. Yet, for the first time since he started blackmailing Brittany, Jack had figured a way he could get even with Santos, make it personal and make it hurt, and take everything he had in the process.

Lying next to Jack, Brittany's thoughts ran in a simpler direction. Thoughts about what Jack had said about being good at eating her pussy. Then she thought about what he felt like between her breasts. Touching her chest where Jack's cock had slid. Her nipples hardened as a tingling sensation ran through her body. Her thoughts shifted to the deleted video, what it looked and sounded like as she bounced along his member. A warm moisture began seeping anew between her thighs.

As the different events of the day played though her mind, she ran a teasing finger along Jack's flaccid cock, and it stiffened from her touch. He still wants her, and she wants him to take her again...

Barely containing her excitement, she begins to say, "I know it's late, but I'm not ready to leave..."

Before Brittany could finish her statement, Jack expertly cuffed her wrists to the top rail of the headboard. Flipping her onto her stomach, he spanked her ass hard, while saying, "Get on your knees, mommy-whore. Now, I'll show you how this should be done."



Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 06



In this chapter, Jack continues to test Brittany's resolve and compliance, devising more hoops for her to jump through.

For those of you who remember, Lost in Space: Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!

Trigger warning coming up. Rather graphic, caustic, and explosive racial language ensues, as one of the principal characters in this chapter throws around certain racial epitaphs, and makes Brittany do the same.

I debated long and hard with myself on whether to change what I had written and use language that was more benign (thus saving myself potential headaches, later), but the chapter reads better and more realistic as written. Therefore, I left it alone...and will probably kick myself for doing so.

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For the next several weeks, the routine of exchanging money and sex continued without a hitch. However, a problem soon developed for Brittany.

Up until this time, she had plenty of nice things she could exchange for cash in order to pay Jack his weekly extortion. Unfortunately, the number of possessions she had that would fetch a good price from a pawnbroker, and not be easily missed by her husband, was dwindling. She only had a small diamond ring and the sapphire pendant left, and these items only got her a third of what she needed when she hocked them.

Now, she sat on the bed waiting for Jack's customary knock, hoping he would take less than usual—he wouldn't.

He looked at her sideways with furrowed brow when he felt the heft of the bag.

Seeing his look, Brittany beat him to the punch by saying, "I know. I'm a little short this week."

"A little? It feels like a lot short," looking into the bag, he added, "This looks like it's only a grand. You're two short. Where's the rest?"

"I don't have it right now."

"So? What am I supposed to do?"

Brittany was beginning to get anxious that Jack was being so obstinate, "Could you just give me a couple of more days..."

"Why? The deal was you give me three thousand at our Monday meetings. Well it's Monday. We're meeting. So where's my money?"

"Please! I don't have it yet. I'll have to go to my asshole father to get..."

"No! I told you before, you can't get the money from daddy. It sends up too many red flags. Don't you have something else to sell?"

"No," she whined, "I'm tapped out. Believe me."

"Bullshit. What about the Mercedes that's parked outside?"

Tears of frustration began to flow, as she said, "Goddamn it! Talk about red flags. I told you, Santos will know if I sell the car. He's already asking me where some of the other stuff I've hocked went. I can't keep putting him off with bullshit. Eventually, he's going to put two and two together. Just let me get it from my father. I'll have the rest for you tomorrow."

"There's something you're failing to see, Brit. What about next week, and the week after, where's the money going to come from then? Not from daddy."

"I'll get a job. I used to be a pretty good office manager before I got married."

"Come on, Brit. That was over nineteen years and one kid ago. Did they even have computers when you quit and got married? Even if you could get hired with your meager skills, I don't know any secretarial job that pays three grand a week." Jack pocketed what money she brought and headed to the door, saying as a final dismissal, "Well, it was fun while it lasted. Too bad..."

He barely got the words out before she was on her knees with her arms wrapped around her legs, just as she had done in her office that first time. As before, she eked out through loud sobs, "P-Please s-stay, I-I'll do a-anything you w-w-want."

It took her awhile, but Jack was waiting for this moment when she couldn't make the weekly extortion. Now the game would get very interesting for him, seeing how far she would go to keep him happy.

Chuckling, Jack roughly picked her up by her hair, sat her on the bed, and said, "That's an odd promise, considering you're already doing what I want. What else is there for you to give?"

Grasping at straws, Brittany answered, "I'll work for you. In your business, I mean. I can be your office manager. And, at night, I can...I can clean your place and cook..."

Jack let out a heavy sigh, while saying, "You're not worth three thousand dollars to me as a secretary or a maid."

She began to wail.

Jack sat back down at the small table, watching her intently as he thought about the situation presenting itself.

Every time, he's amazed how these situations eventually play out in the same way, no matter the wife. They always arrive at this point. With no serious way of paying off their debt, they no longer can forestall the inevitability that their adultery will be revealed to their husbands, and devolve into frenzied panic. A panic so extreme, in fact, they would barely blink an eye at what he's about to suggest. Like the others, he knew Brittany would accept the new terms, and like the other times before, it will still amaze him when she does.

He leaned forward and patted her arm in comfort as she continued to wail. Over the din of her sobs, he said, "Hush now, emerald-eyes. Remember, I said we could reopen the negotiations after a few weeks."

Brittany perked up at a possible reprieve from Santos' wrath and divorce court execution, "That's right, you did."

"But I don't see how it would be different. The only thing you have to negotiate with is that sweet pussy of yours, and I already own that. It's the money that's the problem." Jack paused for a while, as if he were in deep contemplation. Finally, he said, "However, what you said a few weeks ago about wanting it be more than 'whore incorporated' stuck with me, and it gave me an idea." 

Brittany's anxiety meter just redlined, as she asked, "What kind of idea?"

"We could try a barter system, instead of dealing in hard cash."

Her anxiety meter just broke as the springs, gears, and wiring ricocheted off her heart. An empty pit developed deep in her guts. She asked, suspiciously, "What do you mean...barter system?"

"You can trade me for services instead of given me cash."

She looked at him, stunned and confused, "I just offered to work for you in your office and in your home..."

"I'm not talking about those kinds of services. Like lots of people, I'm not debt-free, Brit. I owe some people favors or money. Now, if I can finagle a deal with them, that is, to accept your service for my debt, you and I could then negotiate about how much your service would cost me."

"Wait a minute. You're talking about pimping me out."

"That's such an ugly term. I prefer romance matchmaking. Look, if you have another suggestion, I'm all ears."

She didn't say anything, but stared back at him in stunned silence, mouth ajar.

"Come on, Brit. Certainly, you've entertained the idea. Eventually, you knew it would come down to something like this. How else were you going to get me my money when you ran out of pretty things to hock?"

"I thought...you know...the sex."

"Get this straight and for the last time. I'm not here for the sex. I'm here for the money. That's it. End of story. No money, no deal, we're quits."

"But what about...you know...all the sex?"

Jack rolled his eyes before answering. "I accepted sexual favors in lieu of a reduced installment of payments. That was all, remember? You didn't have the hundred grand, so as a nice guy, I lowered myself to take small installments in return for sex. Now that you can't even make the reduced payments...well, it breaks our deal. Now, even though you've a great set of jugs and the sex with you is better than average, I'm certainly not going to accept payment of sex in exchange for a hundred grand. You have to be fucking nuts if you think I'm paying you for sex. However, and this is where the barter system comes in, there are tons of people in the world who will."

Jack let his voice trail off, letting her think on the matter for a moment. When she didn't answer right away, he pulled out his cell phone and started dialing.

Seeing what he was doing, she punched the disconnect button on his phone. Then clutching his hand and phone tightly to keep him from dialing again, asked, "What are you doing?"

"I owe a couple of guys a favor. I'm going to see if they want to meet you, instead." He looked at her hard as she stared back at him with wild-eyed panic. Finally, he said to her, matter-of-factly, "It's either this, or..."

Looking down at the floor in abject hopelessness, knowing it was either this or Santos finding out about her and Chris, she asked, "Are they, at least...you know...nice?"

Jack never understood why the women take the deal he offered. Why did they allow themselves to be passed around like two-bit whores, rather than just telling him to go fuck off and take the consequences? Jack thought what he proposed would be a bridge too far, but it never was with any of them. They all accepted their new role as bona fide whore, to one degree or another.

He could somewhat understand some of them. Those, having erred once, and who were still in good marriages with good husbands, wanting, above all else, to keep the husband ignorant and the marriage intact. He could understand their motivation in doing something like this. It's the others he couldn't understand, those married to shit-heels, shit-heels that drove them into the arms of another man in the first place. Why did they feel obligated to go along with the new deal? Is a shattered marriage really worse than being pimped out?

Moreover, what he didn't understand about the others went doubly so for Brittany. Now that she knew of her husband's nature, and what he truly was, why do anything to stay with him? Why not just see him finding out about the affair with Chris as a blessing, cut your losses, and use the inevitable divorce as an escape?

He finally answered her, "They're both good guys. I can vouch for them. They're ex-cops like me, doing bail bonds and bounty work."

"Shit, they don't know Santos, do they?" she asked, with real fear in her voice.

He didn't tell her that the main reason they were bail bondsmen was because of Santos, and just said, "Yes, but we won't tell them who you really are."

"W-What will I have to do?"

"Nothing that you haven't done with me."

"If I do this, you'll forget about the rest of the three thousand I owe you? For good?"

Jack didn't indicate anything, and just punched numbers into his phone.

He thought it funny she said, 'If I do this,' as if she still had a choice in the matter, as if there's any ambiguity left about their relationship. Once she agreed to the new deal, they both knew what she was, unequivocally. From then on, the rest of the conversation is just haggling over the price.

Brittany was going to ask about price, again, but Jack put up a finger to hush her as he talked into the phone, "Hey Buster, it's me...Yeah...Is that no account cousin of yours with you?...Good, remember that favor I still owe you guys...Right, the stake out. What would you guys say about taking the payback in trade?...Well, I'm sitting with the cutest, little piece of strange, and she's just dying to meet you two...That's such a crude term, I prefer to call it romance matchmaking...Nope, the offer's only good for the next couple of hours. What do you say?...I don't know. What difference does that make?...Okay, I'll ask."

"Buster wants to know if you've ever been with a black man."

Brittany couldn't believe the question, and just rolled her eyes while shaking her head.

"She says no. Does that work for her or against her?...Then why did you want to know for?...Real funny, asshole...What?...She's into the normal adult stuff...Right...Right...That's right...Look, just do the things you normally do with your mom every Saturday night, and you're golden...Yeah? Well, fuck you too, pervert...We're at the Blue Moon Motel on Scranton, room one-fifty-eight. Oh, you better bring condoms...What the fuck, Buster! You'll pass at least a dozen drug stores before you get here. Just stop and get some...Right, see you then."

Jack said to Brittany after hanging up, "They should be here in about twenty minutes. Do we have a deal?"

Brittany was starting to feel sick from humiliation, but she still had enough of her faculties left to ask, "How much?"

"I think you mentioned something about paying off the rest of the three grand you owe. That seems reasonable."

"If I'm going to do this, then I want five."

"There you go with that 'if,' again, and Brit, quit being stupid. No one's going to pay five grand to fuck you, especially these two. The money is theoretical at this point. You're doing this to square things with me. That's it. Now, after tonight, we can see about getting you some type of cash payment for services."

Brittany's humiliation was turning into anger, "So I'm supposed to fuck these guys for free?"

"No. You're fucking these guys for the two grand you owe me."

"I can ask for something more from them, can't I?"

Jack shook his head at her stupidity, wondering if this is going to be worth the trouble. Finally, he said with a heavy sigh, "Brit, these guys are like me. They don't pay whores for sex. If you ask them for money, they'll just laugh in your face and leave. I don't have to remind you what happens after that. Now, because I'm setting them up with you, they're willing to turn a blind eye to the favor I owe them, but that's all. For tonight, it's a quid pro quo deal. They fuck you and forget about what I owe them, and then I forget about the two grand you owe me."

Out of curiosity, she asked, "What do you owe them?"

"About five hours of stakeout time. In cash terms, it's hardly worth a couple of hundred to them, let alone a couple of thousand to me. You're getting a bargain."

"Some bargain."

Irritated, Jack snapped. "Look, you ungrateful cunt. I've had it with your fucking whining. You either do it or not. You either wait for them, or you walk out the fucking door right now. I don't give a fuck either way, just as long as you shut the fuck up about it!"

Brittany had never seen Jack so angry, and it scared her. She sat in the chair by the small table and stayed quiet as Jack got a glass of water.

His eyes still smoldered when he returned from the bathroom, but his voice was calmer, "I assume you're staying."

Brittany nodded her head, and asked weakly, "What are they like?"

Jack's eyes softened as he answered, "Buster, the one I was talking to, is a real ladies man, and straight down the middle as far as sex goes. His cousin Jerome, on the other hand, can get a little kinky if he's with the right type."

Brittany's antenna went up, as she asked with concern, "What do you mean by, 'a little kinky?'"

"You'll see. It's nothing you haven't thought about, I'm sure. Neither of them is into pain, so don't worry about that. And they both like having their dick sucked, at least that's what they tell me."

Rolling her eyes, she said, sardonically, "Both like their dick sucked? Really? What a fucking surprise. Imagine, guys who want their dick sucked. Un-fucking-believable!"

Her little joke broke the sour mood that had developed between them. Brittany actually laughed after she thought about what she said. Jack responded, laughingly, "Good point. My bad. It was a stupid statement." Then, looking her over for a moment, he asked, "What do you have under the blouse?"

Brittany rolled her eyes again, surprised by Jack's sudden swing into obtuse stupidity. "What the fuck do you think? Tits and a bra!"

"What kind of bra, bug wit? Show me."

She unbuttoned her blouse revealing a very sheer, black-laced bra with a small red rose embroidered between the cups.

Jack took a moment to admire the view before saying, "Oh man, their mouths are going to water when they get a load of you, especially Buster. Let's make this decision easy for them, keep the bra on, but lose the blouse. Be sitting on the edge of the bed when they get here; confident, but with a hint of shyness."

"Confident with a hint of shyness, huh? Is it okay if I puke, instead."

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It was another ten minutes before there was a knock on the door. Immediately, Brittany's heart lodged in her throat. She felt her arms and legs go weak, complementing her growing nervous sickness.

The one called Buster was a stocky-built, very dark complexioned black man with a receding hairline. He wasn't quite into 'eight-ball' territory, but he would definitely get there in only a few more years. He had an obvious paunch, but like a lot of men with his build, he wore it well. Looking at his face, Brittany thought he was good looking, even with the extra pounds; although, she didn't think he looked like a lady-killer, as Jack said. More like a cuddly bear, which was just as appealing to her.

Buster's cousin, Jerome, was leaner and taller, lighter complexioned with hawk-like facial features.

Brittany couldn't see much of a family resemblance between the two men, except that Jerome also had an obvious bald spot right at the crown of his head, same as Buster, and they wore the same, congenial smile. Complimenting their winning smiles, both men were also quick to laugh, which set Brittany at ease.

The cousins greeted Jack warmly. It's quickly apparent to Brittany that Jack and the two cousins have a long-standing, close friendship, interacting with each other in almost a brotherly manner.

After giving Jack a brief, manly hug with accompanying backslap, Buster drops a box of condoms on the table while asking, "Okay, so what's the deal, Jack?"

Brittany's ears perked up as she smiled to herself. She was correct last week, after all. The man who so unceremoniously wormed his way into her life is, indeed, Jack Dorn. She swelled with pride at her cleverness, having figured that fact about him on her own.

Jack either didn't notice the faux pas, or didn't care if she knew now or not, and answered Buster without any correction or hesitation, "Guys, I'd like you to meet...uh...Candy."

They both took her hand in greeting. Buster actually kissed her hand, while saying, suavely, "Bonsoir, ma chérie. My, my, my, but you do taste as sweet as your name."

Jack rolled his eyes, and said, "Always the ladies' man, aren't you, Buster."

Buster smiled, and responded back, "Always. But you're changing your stripes, Jack. When did you start digging redheads?"

"I'm not there yet, but coming around to them. Anyway, you should know my weakness for fabled beauties with green eyes by now, and Candy has the most gorgeous green eyes I've ever seen. Don't you think? I got lost in them the first time I saw them."

Brittany wasn't sure if Jack was being truthful for once, or just making a show for the guys by boasting up the goods, so to speak. His compliments left her blushing just the same.

Not much for small talk, Jerome was getting antsy, and went back to Buster's original question, "So what's the deal, Jack?

Sitting in a chair, Jack answered, matter-of-factly, "Just what I said over the phone. I owe you two a debt, and Candy's kind enough to make sure I pay it back."

Buster asked out of curiosity, "What does Candy get out of it?"

"I would think your black stick would be reward enough, but I guess after banging me, you are going to be a big letdown. Myths die hard."

Jerome broke out in laughter, "He sure got you with that one, coz."

"Hey, fuck you, Jerome," Buster said to his cousin, and with obvious irritation. Then, quickly added as he looked over at Jack, "The day my dick can't make a white girl squeal is the day I give up fucking."

He continued staring at Jack, expecting an answer.

Still laughing at Buster's reaction, Jack finally responded, "What Candy gets out of it is between me and her. We have our own arrangement. Good enough?"

Buster was going to ask another question, but Jerome cut him off, "Come on, Buster, quit all this jawing shit. Can't you tell the bitch wants it? She's practically drooling on those big titties of hers."




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 06



Buster wouldn't be deterred, "So let me get this straight, we get to fuck the pretty princess and forget about the favor you owe us. Is that right?"

"Sounds about right, is it a deal?"

Buster looked down at Brittany, and asked, "You down with this, sister?"

Brittany swallowed hard while squeaking out a feeble response, "I guess so...yes."

Jack waited for an answer, but Jerome and Buster just stood looking at each other as if they aren't sure, now. Their hesitation was beginning to grate of Jack. He was about to tell them to shit or get off the pot, when Jerome piped up, "How much time we get with the bitch?"

Jack rolled his eyes and quipped, "How about ten minutes. That's nine minutes more than you usually take."

This time Buster broke out in laughter, saying, "Well that shit is right."

"Hey, fuck you, Buster..."

Jerome is about to start a diatribe, detailing his sexual prowess and staying power, when Jack cut him off, "No more than two hours. Now is it a deal, or not?"

They both kicked off their shoes as an answer.

Buster asked, "You joining us, Jack?"

"Not this time. I'll be waiting for you outside when you're finished. I've got some things I need to talk to you about, but enjoy yourselves until then."

Jerome commented, "You sure you don't want some of this, Jack? I don't know any bitches that don't want all their holes filled at the same time. Come on, homes, stay a while and slide that white dick into the bitches mouth. It'll keep her from screaming too loud and waking the neighbors."

"No thanks, Jerome, and go easy on her ass. No pain, right guys?"

"Right," the cousins said, laughingly, and in unison.

Finding herself alone, Brittany's heart was racing in her chest as she watched the two men undress. She sat with her knees locked together, her arms stiff at her sides. A fine sweat broke out along her face and between her breasts, and nausea was starting to well up from deep inside her guts.

Fight or flight, she thought, More like puke, then run.

Now that the moment had arrived to put out or suffer the consequences, she was sure she would bolt out the door. However, something kept her glued to the bed, something primal working against her better judgment: an innate curiosity.

She had always wondered what it would be like making love to two men at the same time. It had almost happened to her, once, back in college, when she got too drunk with a couple of boys she liked, but for whatever reason, it never occurred. Yet, ever since, she mused about it from time to time. A harmless fantasy she indulged in, usually when Santos neglected her for work. She never gave it much serious attention, though, and certainly never acted on it under normal circumstances.

She smiled as she thought, What the fuck does that mean anymore, normal circumstances? Normal went out the window weeks ago, along with my modesty and my pride.

Now, staring the fantasy in the face, her mental anxiety from moments before was quickly giving way to unabashed excitement of her heart. It wasn't long until her mind followed suit, buttressing the submission of her heart, with feeble calls toward logic: she had to do this for what's left of her marriage. She had no choice.

Buster and Jerome dropped their drawers at the same time.

All Brittany could do was gasp as she stared at their naked bodies. Jerome was about Jack's size, maybe a little longer, but not as thick. Buster, on the other hand, was aptly named...

Buster...bust her...bust her...bust her wide open. She kept rolling the phrase around in her head, like a ping pong ball caught in a dryer, as she giggled, moronically.

Holding his flaccid cock by the base, Buster waved it as a taunt in front of Brittany's face, while saying, "Too bad Jack left. I wonder what he'd say about the myth now."

Brittany just smiled and responded, whimsically, "He'd probably ask if you knew how to use it."

Buster smiled back at her little dig, and said, rhetorically, "Is that right?" Then, bending over, he took Brittany's hands and pulled off the bed, saying, "Come on up here, Candy girl, and give Buster a little sugar."

Brittany wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, and kept kissing him as he lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist.

As Buster and Brittany continued kissing, Jerome went behind her, unclasped her bra, and fondled her breasts until her nipples burst into full hardness at his touch. He didn't tarry there too long before venturing to his true avenue of desire.

When Brittany felt Jerome fondling her ass, she hiked herself up a little higher, pushing Buster's face between her tits. Buster took her mounds greedily into his mouth, sucking and massaging one, and then the other. Brittany softly begged him not to stop as she wrapped her arms tightly around his head.

Jerome hiked her dress above her thighs while sliding both of his hands down her panties. Squeezing and kneading the taut globes of her ass for a moment, he soon ventured probing fingers deeper between her cleft.

Brittany moaned loudly as she felt a finger gently probing and circling her anus, while two slipped deep into her vulva. She grabbed at the back of Buster's head, forcing his mouth hard onto a breast.

He responded by sucking and nipping at her hardened areola and nipple of one breast, while roughly clamping a hand and massaging the other against his whiskered cheek. Her body shuddered in ecstasy at the treatment, as she tightened the grip of her legs around his waist.

Jerome had wetted his thumb, sliding it deep into her anus, the fingers of his other hand centered on her clitoris. Already a hardened pebble and slick with copious arousal, Jerome worked his fingers in a circling pattern, causing Brittany to shudder, again.

Continuing to work his thumb slowly within her ass, Jerome slipped a third finger into her drenched pussy.

It's all Brittany needed as she went rigid. A faint, "Oh fuck," escaped her lips as a gentle wave washed over her.

It was such a quiet orgasm that neither of the two men noticed. Not until Buster felt her grip slacken from around his head and waist, did he realize Brittany came.

He gave her a little peck on the lips, and said, "Well ain't you the cutest little quiet fuck I ever did have. Get that Jerome? The bitch just came."

"Ha, and that was just with my fingers, baby. Wait 'till you feel my dick in ya. You'll be screamin' then. Come on, Buster, bring that bitch over to the bed. Time to par-tay."

Jerome parked himself on one side of the bed, placing the box of rubbers on the nightstand next to him. Buster then laid Brittany on her back between him and Jerome. The cousins wanted to play with Brittany a bit more, before really getting down and dirty.

Each of the men took a breast, fondling and sucking on them gently.

Brittany moaned loudly at the dual sensations the cousins imparted—Jerome being a licker and a sucker, Buster more of a pincher and a nibbler. She arched her back, greatly, pressing her breasts more forcefully against their mouth. She reciprocated their foreplay by softly stroking their cocks, one with each hand, and as she ran teasing fingers playfully along their shafts, both of their members swelled up fat, hard, and large to greet her massaging hand.

Grown to full hardness, both men pressed their massive tools into Brittany's hips, as they continued to suck wildly on her breasts. She responded in kind, spreading her legs wide and forcing her thighs and hips even tighter against their hardened cocks. She let out a soft moan of amazement and arousal, feeling their hot rods pressed so deeply into her flesh as they both shifted their own hips against her using a slow fucking motion.

Any reluctance about being used like a whore quickly evaporated now that she had two, well-endowed men to play with. Thoughts that Brittany had never entertained before, deliciously naughty thoughts of what she wanted them to do to her, flooded her mind. Mostly, though, she wanted them to stop the tease, stop the torment of only sliding those members along her body. Just push them hard and reckless into her, anywhere and everywhere.

"Fuck me," she commanded, but it came out sounding more like a plea.

They ignored her, sucking on her breasts harder.

This is maddening. Why don't they fuck me? I know they want to fuck me, I can feel them digging into my leg. Maybe they didn't hear.

"Fuck me," she says, louder, "Please!"

The two men only laugh.

Brittany wanted to plead again, but she felt their hands caressing her vulva, quieting her sex-addled mind.

One of them went high, slowly rubbing her slickened clitoris, while the other went low, slipping two, then three, fingers into her pussy.

She let out a loud, long moan of pleasure, and spread her legs as wide as she could. She could feel the wave approaching again, deep within her this time, and growing.

The one who went low, probably Jerome, went even lower, sliding two of his slickened fingers deep into her anus. At the same time, Buster slid three fingers into her cunt. Both of them gently massaged her insides until her legs and body twitched to the growing ecstasy.

Her wave was approaching faster, building ever higher. Her mind reeled as much as her body to the sensations of their massaging fingers, pulling her further into a vast fog of forgetfulness and want.

The wave was near its crest.

"Jesus," she squealed, "Oh my...fuck...Jesus."

She heard Jerome whisper into her ear, "Just think, this is just with our fingers, bitch. You're gonna' have to beg us better than this if you want the real thing."

With eyes closed, Brittany smiled at his taunt, Oh, I'll beg like the slut-whore that I am.

And as she slid deeper into sexual bliss, another thought entered her mind, Why can everyone make love to me better than Santos? Life really isn't fair at all.

When Buster rubbed a hard thumb across her swollen clit, the wave broke. Her body shuddered and jerked violently from the numerous waves that crested and fell across her. Still a quiet fuck with strangers, she utters only soft grunts as each wave passes, causing the two men to laugh at her cute, little, muffled sounds of desire.

Brittany lay panting when it's over.

Jerome nuzzled her neck with his soft lips and continued to fondle her breast, while Buster's fingers spend a little more time in her warm pussy, bleeding that last remnant of pleasure out from her climax. Seeing the satisfied look on her face, he brings his arousal-soaked fingers up to her mouth, allowing her to suck greedily on them. When she finished cleaning his fingers, Buster said, "You've had your fun, momma, let's see how you reward us."

Brittany didn't have to be told twice. Staying between the two cousins, she flipped around, assuming the position Jack always favored, on her elbows and knees. She lustfully eyes the biggest and meatiest cock in front of her before pulling Buster into her mouth. She sucked on him with long, slow bobs of her head, matching the motions of her mouth with an accompanying stroking hand along his shaft. Her head began to swim. She loved the taste of his cock. It was so warm, and so very hard as he slid within her mouth. She felt her pussy twitch again, thinking about when he would finally push it into her warm, wet sex.

Jerome gave her ass a hard spank as she was spending too much time with Buster.

Brittany quickly shifted over, and sucked on him in like manner. Given that Jerome's cock wasn't as large as his cousin's, nor as thick as Jack's, she was able to take him deeper into her mouth right from the start.

Jerome uttered a deep, throaty rumble that Brittany could almost feel through his cock, each time she took him deep into her tightened throat.

Impatient, Buster spanked her ass this time. Shifting over to renew her attentions, she pulled him in deeper this time while still using a long, slow bob of her head.

Buster liked that she took him in as far as she could without being told, and commented, "Damn, Jack teach you how to suck cock, or are you naturally gifted? I swear you suck cock like a pro?"

Brittany didn't bother to answer Buster's insulting tease of a question.

There's another, loud spank, as Jerome says, "Come on, bitch, bring that pretty mouth over here."

As Brittany slid him into her mouth, Jerome lifted his hips to greet her. "That's it, bitch, pull me right in...farther, bitch...farther...that's a girl."

Brittany gagged a bit as Jerome forced his cock up into her. She came off him for a second, gasping for air and swallowing her excess spit, before descending down on him again. Taking him a little deeper this time, she resumed the bob and her stroking hand.

There's another spank to her ass. It was Buster's turn. Again, like Jerome, he pushed into her mouth as she went down on him, and she kept pulling him in, gagging the whole way. She got him in about halfway before stopping in order to grab some air.

Buster approved of her effort, and said, "That's it, momma, suck on that black pole like a good bitch. Damn, I ain't never seen a white girl take me so deep, so quick."

"And damn few sistas," Jerome added, as he patted her cherry-red rump.

Back and forth between them she went, with the intervals of time between their spanks becoming less and less. Her ass glowed red and felt like it was on fire from all their hard slaps. She didn't mind it, though. In fact, Brittany relished the feeling, so filled with desire and arousal brought on by their rough play and dirty talk. It felt like she could almost come each time they spanked her with the other's cock deep in her mouth.

Buster slid a hand between her legs, feeling nothing but warm wetness, and commented to Jerome, "Damn, you should feel momma's pussy. It's dripping like a warm, wet sponge. I think this bitch's gonna come just from sucking our dicks."

"You can keep the pussy, but I sure like that fine ass of hers."

"Oh, come on, man. How can you pass up that tight, warm and wet, little pussy? It feels so fine when you slide your dick all the way in and hear the horny bitches beg you to go deeper."

"Hey coz, her ass is just as warm and a whole lot tighter."

Brittany was inching Buster's cock back into her mouth, when she felt Jerome's hard hands gripping her hips. Pulling her ass around so that it pointed away from the headboard, he said to her, "You keep sucking on coz's dick like a good bitch. Ol' Jerome's got a big surprise for...damn, man!"

"What's wrong?" Buster asked.

"We forgot lube, man. Shit. I don't want to pop this little bitch's can without any lube. Make her cry."

"Ube,,,inga...ag," Brittany mumbled around Buster's cock.

Seeing Brittany talking with a cock in her mouth tickled Jerome's funny bone. He asked, laughingly, "What you say, momma?"

Pulling Buster's cock out to speak clearly, she answered, "There's lube in the bag, on the table."

"Well, what do you know," Jerome says happily, as he reaches into the bag for the lube, "That's my boy, Jack. He thinks of everything."

Putting the bottle of lube next to him on the bed while kneeling behind her, Jerome took one last look at Brittany's well-formed ass before putting his face full into it.

Having Jerome tongue her ass was a new and odd sensation for Brittany, and she wasn't sure whether she liked it or not. It's weird enough having a well lubed finger or cock working its way around in there, but having Jerome's tongue digging deeper into her hindquarters is bordering on the bizarre. She just hoped he didn't want her to reciprocate.

Instinctively, she moved away from Jerome's playful tongue while creeping further up Buster's body.

Buster put a firm hand on the top of her head, stopping her. "Where you going, momma?"

Brittany babbled, "I...I...I just...I..."

"Aye-aye, momma, you a sailor or something," Buster mocked, laughingly, while pushing her back toward Jerome. "You just stick that bubble ass of yours back into Jerome's face. I know it's strange and he's strange, but he's my cousin and he loves eating a sweet momma's ass, so you be cool about it. Now, get back on Buster's cock with your pretty mouth like a good bitch."

Jerome continued digging his tongue deeper into Brittany's ass while sliding a firm, massaging thumb into her pussy.

He must have been doing something right, because she sank her mouth on Buster's cock faster than a frog's tongue can snatch an insect out of the air.

Buster blurts out with joy as Brittany nearly swallows him whole, "Hoo wee, you keep going what your doing, coz. She's diggin' it now. Damn, this bitch is the best cocksucker I ever had. I think I might skip the pussy, I'm enjoying her mouth so much."  

Jerome snickered, "I know. They all love it, even if they don't like to say. 'Specially when they know what's to follow. Right momma, you want Jerome's cock in that bubble ass of yours?"

Brittany didn't respond. Inflamed with desire by their lusty words, she continued to pull Buster's cock as deep into her mouth as she could, all while pushing her bottom back firmly against Jerome's tongue.

"You hear me, momma," Jerome mumbled around a mouthful of ass, "You want Jerome's big cock sliding into your tight ass?"

Brittany quickly came off Buster's cock, panting heavily. As thick strands of her saliva dripped off her lips, coating Buster's cock, she loudly responds, "Do you need to ask? Yes! Fuck me there!"

"That's want I like to hear. Bitches in heat," Jerome commented, laughingly. "Hey Buster, how 'bout we double her up."

"No man, I don't like that double shit. You know that. I don't want your junk next to mine. Even if we are cousins and all, it's freaky shit."

Jerome pleaded, "Come on, man. She's got the juiciest little bubble ass I've ever tasted on a white girl, and I don't want to wait for you to be done with her pussy."

"Then you take her first. I can wait for her pussy as long as she keeps drooling on my dick the way she's doing."

Jerome continued to beg, "Oh come on man. These bitches love two at a time. I haven't met a white girl yet who didn't want two brothers filling her at once. Shit, I guarantee she'll be begging us to have our kids when we're done." Then, to Brittany, he comments, "Ain't that right, momma. After tonight, you're going to beg us to have our kids because our dicks feel so good in your tight holes."

Buster cupped her cheek with his hand, as he said, "That sound good to you momma? You want us to breed you?"

Slightly irritated by their arrogance, Brittany just rolled her eyes in response.

Buster saw the pleading look on Jerome's face, and finally gave in, "All right. You better get your end ready, first."

After Jerome retrieved the rubbers, he took his time lubing Brittany's rear end up, gradually sipping one, two, and then all the fingers on one hand inside her.

The feeling was incredible for Brittany. So much so that she fell off sucking on Buster's cock as the euphoria encapsulated her groin. Buster didn't mind, as he got a lot of enjoyment watching her contorting face become flushed with obvious arousal and lust.

Jerome spent a good ten minutes working his fingers in and around until her body relaxed and her asshole seemed loose. However, Brittany still must have been nervous with the cousins, because she tensed up as soon as Jerome tried to enter her.

Repeatedly, he tried inching his way inside her ass, and repeatedly, Brittany bolted forward, away from the pain, and slamming her head into Buster's chest in the process. Right away, she knew Jerome wasn't as gentle or patient as Jack, and at times she got frustrated and angry with him.

"Jesus fucking Christ, go a little, fucking slower, will you!" she would bark on occasion.

Jerome usually answered with, "Just relax. I'm barely pushing into you, bitch."




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 06



At which point, Brittany would always retort with, "You relax, asshole. Jack said no pain. Remember? How about I shove that lamp stand up your ass, and show you how it feels?"

"Well, aren't we a touchy bitch. Jack ever fuck you in the ass?"

"Yes, plenty of times! What's that got to do with anything?"

"Shit, man must be way smaller than me then..."

Brittany sparked in anger, "Hey, fuck you, bitch! He's as big as you, I know that much. He just knows how to make a girl want it. He would have slid his fat cock in already and had me screaming in pleasure and creaming by now," then she added, mockingly, "Fuck, I probably would have already begged him twice to have his kids..."

She stopped herself when she realized what she was going. A few weeks ago, she caught herself defending Santos against Jack, now she's defending Jack. It unsettled her.

Why do I always end up defending the assholes in my life?

Buster broke out in laughter at Brittany's caustic humor, before suggesting, "Hey coz, why don't you just let the bitch back into you. It'd probably be easier on her."

Jerome gave a heavy sigh of futility as he sat back on his heels, and said, "Okay bitch, I'm waiting. Have at it."

"Pull it out then, and squirt some more lube on your dick, you dick."

"Touchy bitch, is right," Buster added with a snicker.

Brittany found it easier now that she was in control.

For his part, Jerome waited patiently as Brittany slowly backed into him. Sometimes the progress was only an advancement of a millimeter or two, before Brittany, groaning the whole time, would have to halt for long periods of adjustment. Eventually, though, she felt her ass touch Jerome's stomach. When she did, Jerome commented, laughingly, "It took you long enough, momma. You sure Jack's my size?"

"Fuck you," she answered, breathlessly, "Now, show me what you got."

Jerome gave her ass a little victory squeeze, and said, "Not yet, bitch. You got nine inches of black snake in yo' ass. Don't it feel good?"

Brittany just nodded her head.

"Of course it does. Now, sit back in ol' Jerome's lap."

Jerome wrapped an arm around her stomach and one around her breasts, as she straightened up. Then he held her tight to his chest.

Feeling his warm breath close to her ear, she asked with a smirk, "You're not going to kiss me with that mouth, are you?"

Jerome ignored the small slight. Her ass felt too good and tight for him to be mad at her. Instead, he chuckled, before saying, "Touchy, touchy my fine, little, bubble-assed bitch. Wiggle that bubble ass for me."

She wiggled her bottom a bit, sending wonderfully euphoric waves of pleasure through both of them.

"Do it again, momma...that's it, keep doing it...keep working that big black cock all around that tight hole of yours."

Brittany continued to wiggle her ass. The blissful euphoria intensified. So much so, she reached her arms up and back, wrapping them around Jerome's neck for leverage as she increased the force and frequency of the gyrations of her hips.

When she tried to bounce up and down along his stick and really set things in motion, Jerome stopped her, and said quietly into her ear, "Whoa there, bitch, not so fucking fast." Then to Buster, he commented, "This bitch is panting and ready to ride. Time to suit up, homes."

Buster deftly slipped on a rubber and waited for Brittany.

Seeing Buster lying in wait, and flexing his cock show, Brittany had to stifle a laugh, as the rubber barely covered a third of Buster's mammoth cock.

As she crawled to him, Jerome could see her asshole still gaping, enticingly, as if his cock were still playfully lodged inside. The sight made him laugh, as he said, "Oh yeah, she be ready, homes."

When she got within reach, Buster gently grabbed her head and pulled her to him. Giving her a deep, passionate kiss, he whispered, "Bonsoir, ma chérie, we meet again. Now just slide my dick right into that tight, warm pussy of yours."

After she mounted him, Buster wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Buster's tight hug caused her ass to stick up and back, giving Jerome an easy target.

She felt more lube being squirted before feeling Jerome's firm hands gripping her hips. Her heart raced wildly in anticipation and nervous energy. Not sure what to expect—pleasure or pain—she closes her eyes to burgeoning feelings chaos, and prays it will be the former.

Jerome slid his cock fully into her ass in one easy thrust.

Brittany's eyes snapped open to the feeling and she gasped loudly with pleasure, as she could feel both their members pressing hard against her insides.

Seeing an odd look cross her face, Buster asked, his voice full of concern, "You okay, momma?"

Brittany continued to stare, wide-eyed into Buster's face, barely panting a response, "Oh my god, yes!"

Even though no one moved in those first, few moments, a flood of deep ecstasy cascaded throughout Brittany's body. She wiggled her ass as before, intensifying the bliss, then asked, breathlessly, "What should I do?"

Jerome answered, "You just sit still pretty momma, and enjoy the ride."

To say she would enjoy 'it' would be a grand understatement.

Buster and Jerome really didn't do much. In fact, Buster didn't do anything at all at first, allowing his cousin to do most of the work. For his part, Jerome just did a subtle shifting in and out, and around her anus with his cock. Although the movement slight, it repeatedly forced his and Buster's cocks hard against Brittany's interior walls. All Brittany could do was throw her head back and wildly moan to the burgeoning feelings of arousal beginning to cascade deep within her.

Hearing her chaotic, staccato moaning, Jerome turned his subtle cock shift into a slow, gentle, in and out, glide.

With the first, few pumps of Jerome's cock, Brittany's arousal screamed quickly upward, rapidly approaching the pinnacle of climax. Her body went rigid, as she gleefully accepted Jerome's soft pumping of her ass. The only sign that she was alive, other than her moaning, was a slow, continual arching of her back as her arousal climbed ever closer toward its crest.

When Jerome increased the rate of his pumping, sending Buster's and his cock careening off Brittany's vaginal and anal walls, her moans ramped up into vulgar, guttural expletives and high-pitched squeals.

Seeing and hearing her reaction, Jerome asks, teasingly, "You like that nigga cock in your ass, don't you, bitch?"

Even through the growing sexual fog, Brittany couldn't help but hear the racial epithet thrown at her. She didn't respond.

"Tell me you want my big, nigga cock to pound your lily-white ass!"

Brittany couldn't say it, finding the racial slur distasteful even when blacks, men and women both, used it amongst themselves.

Jerome laughed at her nonresponse, knowing the reason behind her silence. Still, he continued toying with her, as he pressed, "You're going to beg me for it like a good little, white bitch, or I stop."

"I can't."

"Say it or I stop!"

"Please, I can't. Don't make me say it."

"Suit yourself, bitch." With that, Jerome pulled his cock all the way out, leaving her asshole gaping in piqued, and frustrated, disappointment.

Finding herself half-empty and her arousal slowly subsiding from its former, stratospheric heights, Brittany continued kneeling, waiting, and panting in disappointment. She remained silent, hoping Jerome would get the message from her static form and continue feeding her ass his cock without making her jump through the distasteful, racial hoop.

Jerome would show her no such mercy, however.

Brittany's ass—her whole being for that matter—ached to be filled by him again.

Yet, Jerome held his ground, keeping her at a distance even when she forcefully backed into his staying hand trying to goad him into entering her again.

"No, momma, you're going to have to say it," he chided her.

She couldn't. She wouldn't.

However, as the long, empty moments continued to bleed out—slow and torturous—it made her aching desire unbearable to contain. It was finally too much for her. Compelled in the end, Brittany finally relented, "Please fuck my ass with that big, black dick."

Jerome pushed his cock forward a bit, so that his cockhead barely rimmed her asshole back without entering her. He continued his taunts, "It's nigga dick, bitch. You better say it, and say it loud."

Buster finally piped in, "Come on, Jerome, why do you have to pull this shit every time? Quit messin' with the pretty princess's head."

"I want to hear her say it, coz. You know how much I love getting the white girls to go all Mandingo on me." He continued teasing her anus with the tip of his cock, while commanding, "Now beg me to put my big, nigga dick in your white ass."

Panting, Brittany finally complied, "Please fuck my white ass with that big, nigga dick."

"Louder, bitch."

"Please fuck my white ass with that big, nigga dick."

"Louder!"

"Fuck my ass with that big, nigga dick!"

Each time Brittany complied, Jerome increased the force and rate of his thrusting, before demanding her to say the slur louder. The effect caused both Brittany's arousal and Jerome's trusting to ramp up ever higher.

Now that Jerome was fully pounding into her with complete abandon, all Brittany can do was moan unintelligible gibberish. With bowed head and fully arched back, she continually moaned and grunted in pleasure down into Buster's frame.

Her chaotic moaning quickly turned to shrieking when Buster added his own, quick pumping of his massive cock.

It was only a few moments after that before her body violently shook as the first wave of climax slammed into her. She continued to shake, flopping down hard against Buster's chest, as the waves continually to crash into her.

Jerome continued fucking into her ass hard, supporting himself by placing his hands on her back.

Brittany felt another surge, deeper this time, but approaching quickly. She screamed out in a high pitch wail, "God, fuck my ass! Jesus, fuck it, you fucker! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it with your big nigga dick!"

The second series of waves slammed into her, even harder than the first set, just as Jerome found his own release. She would have violently thrashed about like a live wire on pavement, if not for Buster, who had wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

She was still quivering violently from the second assault when Jerome backed off her.

Buster, without losing full body contact, flipped her on her back, and proceeded to slam his cock into her drenched cunt.

Even as the second set of waves abated, she felt a third set fast approaching from Buster's pounding. The intensity of the gathering third wave nearly knocked the breath out of her. Her eyes went wide as she clamped her hands hard onto Buster's buttocks. Her mouth hung open, but no sound came out. Not until the very end when the third set of waves crashed did her screaming begin again.

Buster had come sometime in the middle of Brittany's third climax, and as she began to quiet, he rolled off her and onto his back next to her.

Brittany, panting heavily, heard Jerome joke, "Well momma, you want to have our kids, now? We'll keep the rubbers off this time and really breed you."

Brittany smiled weakly, too tired to be irritated but not too tired for snark, shot back, "No thanks, I don't need another kid fathered by an asshole in my life."

Buster didn't care for her joke, and commented, "Well that wasn't nice at all, bitch. To think, I was going to fuck your ass again."

Brittany retorted with a giggle, "Again? I thought Jerome fucked my ass?"

Now he was mad that she wasn't taking him seriously. "Just get your lazy ass up, bitch, and take care of these rubbers. We've got to go."

She recognized his ire and didn't say anything more, doing as told. She moved slowly, though. Her ass and groin were sore, and her legs had the strength of warm butter. After taking their semen-filled rubbers off while trying not to spill any, she wobbled over to the wastebasket and threw them away. They were already getting dressed as she collapsed onto her stomach on the bed.

Just as they were leaving, Jerome said, almost under his breath as a good-bye, "Stupid bitch."

She smiled lazily at the irony, and responded, "You got that right. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

********

It was a while before Jack returned. Brittany was still on her stomach, and although her breathing had returned to normal, it was obvious her body had little strength.

Hearing him enter, she asked, "What took so long?"

"I had some things to talk over with them."

"More favors, I suppose."

"Something like that."

Jack noticed her groin and buttocks still had a heavy cake of lube smeared all across them. Going over to the sink, he wetted a washcloth with warm water, grabbed a towel, and sat beside her on the bed.

As he cleaned the excess lube off, she sighed deeply, and said, "That feels nice."

"Here, hike your little fanny up so I can get between your legs."

"Oh, so now it's a little fanny. What happened to my fat ass?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he kissed the small of her back before drying her.

They didn't say anything to each other as he finished with her groin. When he began wiping the sweat from her back with the wet washcloth, she sighed again, asking, "Why are you being so nice to me now?"

He thought for a moment before saying, "I don't know."

Strange as it sounded, Jack really didn't know why he was doting on her, except that he felt it was the right thing to do. He chuckled softly as he continued to wipe her back.

Hearing the mirthful tone in his voice, she chuckled along with him, while asking, "What's so funny?"

"It sounded like you had fun."

"You heard that?"

"I think the whole motel heard that."

"Oh shit. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I don't know. I just am."

He asked, curious, "Are you sorry that someone might have heard you, or that you had fun?"

Brittany didn't want to say anything more than she had. Her feelings were running back to before, when she irrationally defended Jack from Jerome. She was beginning to have positive feelings for him, and she didn't understand it or want it.

Jack changed the subject. "Well, at any rate, they said they had fun, except at the end. What happened?"

"Oh, nothing, I just got tired of their breeder comments. They really are a couple of arrogant assholes, you know that."

"They're okay. They just like to put the ladies through the wringer on the first try. Besides, they have the equipment to be arrogant."

"So do you, but you're not a dick about having a great dick."

"Well, talk about inflating my ego and other parts of my anatomy, but like I keep telling you, I'm a nice guy. I don't need to be arrogant."

Brittany thought for a moment as Jack dried her back. Then she remembered how she ended up on her stomach on the bed in the first place.

"Speaking of nice guys, you said we'd be open for renegotiation."

Jack responded, thoughtfully, "Yes, I did. What do you have in mind?"

"It's not fair I have to pay a hundred thousand dollars for something my asshole husband really started."

"What do you mean? I didn't see Santos fucking Chris."

"You know what I mean. You wouldn't be doing this to me if you didn't hate his guts."

"True," Jack mused, "I'm wondering, though, now that you know what your husband is, why do you stay with him?"

It was the hundred thousand dollar question, and what she said surprised him.

"Don't you think I haven't thought about that? After I talked with my father, and realized everything that you told me about Santos was true, a day hasn't gone by that I haven't thought about leaving him."

Jack looked at her, confused, "I don't get it. Why didn't you just tell me to fuck off and let me send him the video? It would have made your life easier."

"And get fucked over in the divorce, among other things? Plus, I have other concerns other than Santos. What the fuck, Jack, why didn't you just step away from that Kellen guy, and let them have him? Why did you stick with him, risking suspension and destroying your career? Because that was a line you wouldn't cross, that's why. It's the same for me. I don't want anyone knowing I'm a whore, at least, not yet, not until I can step away from Santos and be on my own. Besides, I couldn't risk you sending that video to my family, to my friends...to Alandra. I don't want my daughter finding out about me and Chris. So, I'm going to keep doing what I have to do to keep this a secret."

"What are you thinking, Brit?"

"That I need time to think about what I have to do, and I need money before I can leave him, and you keep taking both."

"Fair enough, where do you think this leaves us?"

"Do you have to send him the video? Isn't it enough of a revenge knowing that you fucked his wife? Knowing that you came in her in the mouth, and she loved it. Knowing that you fucked her in the ass, and she begged you to do it, over and over. Knowing that, just now, you had strange men fuck her like a whore, and she..." Brittany couldn't finish her statement, and instead, finished with, "Isn't this enough revenge?"

"Not if he doesn't know. What kind of fucking revenge is that? A deal is a deal, though. I won't send him the video as long as you hold your end up."

Brittany laughed sarcastically, before saying, "Then it leaves us right where we are. I have to stay with the asshole until I'm clear of this shit, which means I have to keep fucking you and paying you until I pay off his fucking debt in full. So, I ask again, does it have to be a hundred thousand dollars?"

Jack looked at her, thoughtfully. He had to admit he's beginning to admire her for her tenacity and strength. Moreover, he fully understood her logic, even though he didn't agree with it. It probably would have been better for her to cut her losses now.

Still, she didn't want to risk losing her friends, her parents, and especially her daughter. She would need them for support once she left Santos.

Jack finally responded, "Okay, how does seventy-five sound?"

"Like shit! I was thinking twenty-five."

"That isn't thinking. That's wish casting." Again, kissing the small of her back, he concluded, "I guess we're settling on fifty."

Brittany sighed, disappointedly. She didn't like it, but knew it's the best deal she's going to get. "All right, fifty. I'm going to need a way to earn the money, though, which means I need time. Can you just wait a while so that I can get a job to pay you? I'll keep doing this barter thing of yours and fucking you until I do. Please."

"We'll see." Then, getting off the bed, he moved toward the door.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Brittany asked with real disappointment in her voice, "Wait, aren't you going to...you know? I want you to stay with me."

"I don't do seconds, Brit. Besides, you've done enough for today. Keep your cell on, I may call you later in the week if I hear anything about a job for you."

With that, he left her dumbfounded, as she thought, What the fuck does that mean, 'I don't do seconds?'



Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 07



Sometime during the week, Jack called Brittany, changing their plans. Instead of next Monday, they were to meet at the same motel that coming Saturday, at eight o'clock that evening. She wasn't to rent a room, but to pull around back and wait for him in her car.

That Saturday evening, she waited as directed, and when Jack finally showed, he demanded her keys, saying he would drive.

While driving out of the hotel parking lot, he asked, "What did you tell Santos?"

"I told him I was going to one of those all day spas, the kind where you stay over. Yoga, facials, and steam baths all day and night long. You should have seen his eyes light up when I told him I wouldn't be home until tomorrow. He didn't even ask the name of spa or where it's located. I bet he's out cruising for whores as we speak."

Jack took it easy on the city streets.

After about fifteen minutes of driving, it looked like they were heading into the warehouse district. She finally asked, "Where are we going?"

Jack didn't answer directly, asking instead, "You have the money?"

Brittany was flummoxed, "I thought you agreed you'd wait until I got a job."

"I said, 'I'd see.' Did you get a job?"

"No," she answered, dejected, "But I'm trying."

Jack smiled at her, and said, sarcastically, "Hard to believe no one wants to pay you three grand a week typing memos and making coffee."

After his rebuke, both fell into a deep silence. It was another five minutes before Jack pulled up in front of a large warehouse. Brittany saw another fifteen to twenty cars of various makes, models, and conditions, parked around the front entrance.

"What's this place?" she asked, nervously.

Jack didn't answer. Keeping her keys, he held the car door open for her, while saying, "Follow me."

He led Brittany through a large warehouse. Although it was gloomy and dark, with only an occasional overhead bulb to illuminate the pathway, she could see numerous rows of shelving stacked with boxes. As they continued deeper into the structure, brighter lights became apparent ahead of her, and she began to hear the sounds of muffled talking and laughter.

When they reached their destination, Brittany saw a large bed in the middle of the floor. Five or six, bright halogen lamps surrounded the bed, bathing it in stark, white light. There were about fifteen people milling around. One of them was adjusting a camera set up on tripod on one side of the bed. Another person was carrying a portable camera unit. The rest of the gathering were talking amongst themselves and smoking. There was one other woman besides Brittany. She was sitting off by herself, away from the others, smoking a cigarette. Dressed in short shorts, and wearing a flimsy tube top, she had her arms wrapped tightly about her and against the cool dampness of the building.

Brittany pulled on Jack's arm, "What is all this?"

"You asked how you could earn more money. Well, this is one way. Hush now."

Just then, Brittany heard the other woman yell, "Hey Munch, can I get under the fucking lights now? It's fucking cold in here."

From somewhere within the crowd of loiterers, she heard a man's clear voice above the loud murmurings of the crowd, "Not yet baby, we still have some prep work to do, and I don't want you getting in the way."

"Well hurry the fuck up, will you. My tits are turning blue."

"Munch," Jack called over to the crowd, "Get your dwarf ass over here."

From behind the crowd, a diminutive man stepped out wearing a large smile. He was a little taller than Brittany, so technically, he wasn't really a dwarf; however, he had played one in fetish movies in his younger days. Now, he mostly produced low-budget porn. His real name was Raoul Price, but most people knew him as the Munchkin, or Munch for short—pun intended.

Munch and Jack shook hands, while Munch joked, "Jack, about time you got here. You still having problems with cock breath?"

Jack responded, sarcastically, "Fuck you, Munch, and watch the language. There's a lady present."

Munch turned to Brittany, giving her the once over with a deep set of bedroom eyes. When he stuck out his hand at her as a welcome, Brittany took it hesitantly, fearing he might be contagious.

After they shook hands, he said with a wink, "Well, yes you do, Jack. You know a very pretty lady, and by the size of her, she's just my type."

Jack quipped, "I figured you could use a break from standing on stepladders in order to eat out your bitches." Jack shifted away from the jovial for a moment, as his voice became more serious, "Speaking of type, I'm sorry about what happened to Ashante." 

Munch suddenly looked dejected. His eyes watered, as he said, "Yeah, it hit everyone hard. To die so young is one thing, but to be tossed out like trash...the fucker." He paused for a moment to wipe his eyes and put on a brave smile before finishing, "I could never keep her off the streets, Jack. No matter how much work I gave her, or how much I paid her, she kept selling tail. I suspect it's what got her killed in the end. Is it true that that Wilson asshole did it? I mean, I knew the guy. He didn't seem the type that could do murder. Something just doesn't seem kosher about the whole fucking thing."

Hearing Jack and Munch talking about Ashante and Kellen reaffirmed Jack's truthful telling of the story in her mind. If she harbored any lingering doubts about what Jack had said concerning Santos' direct involvement in the prostitute's death, they vanished upon seeing Munch's reaction.

Jack shook his head and looked over at Brittany before answering, "I don't know, Munch. Kellen seemed clean of murder as far as I was concerned, but Ashante wasn't my case. So who knows?" Then, after patting Munch on the back in a consoling manner, he slipped back into business mode. Pointing over at the group of men who were still loitering about and smoking, he asked Munch, "Is that them?"

"Yep, and all willing and able. I can vouch for them, too, no druggies, nut jobs, or hard cases. Just good guys."

"Are they clean?"

"All of them."

Looking at him sideways, Jack said, "You don't mind if I don't take your word for it. Let me see their records."

"Always the cautious one, aren't you Jack," Munch commented with exasperation.

"When it comes to my girl, you better believe it. And tell them to come over here while you're at it. I want a closer look."

Munch yelled to one of the cameramen, "Hey Phil, bring my briefcase, and tell the guys to come over here."

There were about ten guys in the group, all shapes and sizes, and various races. As they stood around waiting for orders, Jack took a hard look at each of them, seeing if he recognized any from his days as a cop.

Munch handed Jack a stack of papers from his briefcase. As Jack leafed through each in turn, Brittany noticed they were official medical records.

He seemed satisfied with what he was reading, until he came to one report. Looking back over the group, he said to a short, Hispanic-looking guy, "Is this you, Hector Chavez?" When Hector nodded, Jack continued, "Says here you've just been treated for Chlamydia."

Upon hearing the news, a couple of the other guys started grumbling, and the de facto leader of the group suddenly spouted off, "What the fuck Munch, I'm not sticking my dick into no ho that just fucked some drip dick!"

Hector got defensive, "It was a month ago. I've been cleared, man."

Jack ignored Hector, and turning toward Munch, reiterated everyone's sentiment, "Yeah, what the fuck, Munch. What are you trying to do? You know my conditions."

Munch, worried that a mutiny was about to break out, and said defensively, "Come on, Jack, he's got a clean bill of health. Besides, they all wear rubbers."

"Not all the time, or did they start wearing rubbers when they're getting their johnsons sucked?"

Caught in an obvious lie, Munch tried to backtrack, "Okay, okay, if it will make you happy I'll just have him fuck her with a rubber on." Munch was going to argue his point further, but decided against it, seeing the stony look Jack was giving him. Finally, he said to Hector, "All right, Hector. I can't use you today. Take a hike."

As Hector walked away mumbling expletives in Spanish, Munch commented with real disappointment, "Too bad, Jack, the boy had a cock that could choke a horse."

"Yeah? And that's all it's good for," Jack replied, sarcastically. Turning to the remaining group, Jack said with authority, "What about the rest of you? You all clean? Tell me the truth, or, I swear, there will be fuck-all hell to pay later."

"Come on, Jack. You've their records. They're all clean," Munch complained.

"Shut up dwarf!" Jack said with real anger, pissed that Munch tried to sneak one past him. "I want to hear it from them directly." Looking back hard at the others, he barked, "Well?"

Jack looked them over, one by one, as each shook their head. A couple were going to mention Jack's asshole behavior toward them, but decided against it when they saw 'the stare.'

After a long moment, Jack seemed satisfied.

Munch smiled at the conclusion of a successful interrogation, and then began asking some pointed questions of his own, "See, I told you. Clean. Now, what about your little cupcake, she clean?"

"You know she is."

"Who is she?"

"None of your business."

"What's she into?"

"Nothing too exotic. Just keep her away from S and M, and no potty play."

"You know I don't deal in that kinda' crap. Crap, get it? Ha, I made a funny. She on the pill?"

"Of course! What do you think she is, stupid?"

"Hey, don't tell me my business, Jack. You wouldn't believe the number of stupid sluts who come in here saying they're on the pill, and they're not or they forget to take it, and end up getting knocked up. Fuck, half my profits go to paying for their abortions."

Munch was exaggerating, of course, but that was Munch. Used to Munch's embellishments, Jack responded in cop fashion, "I thought you said they all wear rubbers."

"Rubbers break, Jack."

"No shit? Which is why we told Hector to hit the fucking bricks in the first place. Now shut the fuck up about it. She's good to go."

At first, Brittany had been listening to the whole melee between Jack and Munch with astonishment. She still couldn't figure out Jack's third eye. Even though there were a couple of other Hispanic looking guys in the group, he was able to correctly pick out Hector without asking any further questions. Her astonishment quickly turned to ire, however, insulted by what Jack obviously had in mind for her, and that they continued talking about her as if she wasn't present.

She finally spoke up, interrupting their conversation, "Excuse me, but the 'cupcake' needs to talk to Jack."

Pulling him out of earshot, she said in a harsh whisper, "I can't believe you. I'm not doing this."

"Are we going to go through this shit again? You said you needed a way to get me my money and keep some for yourself."

"Yeah, but not like this. It's bad enough you whoring me out..."

Jack cut her off, "Look, he's going to pay you ten grand..."

"Ten!" she broke in, astonished.

"That's right. Ten thousand for about two, maybe three, hours work. Now, let me make this clear, he's paying you this much only because he owes me big favors and he's heavy into the amateur shit. So don't expect a big payoff like this every time. I'll keep the three you owe me, and you take the rest." He saw her hesitation, and reminded her, "Hey, like every other time we've discussed these things, you don't have to do this, but Monday is in less than two days. Are you going to have my three grand by then?"

"No," she whined as her eyes started to water, "But lights...cameras...I know what's going on. What good will it do me if someone I know sees this? My husband has a bunch of degenerate, asshole friends. One of them is bound to see this."

"You have a point." Then turning back to the group of men, Jack said loudly, "Hey Munch, come over here for a minute."

Munch ambled over on his short legs while checking his watch, "What's the problem now, Jack, we don't have all evening."

"You got some kind of get-up you can put her in, so she'll be incognito like?"

"Sure, I got a few blonde wigs. One of them is bound to fit. I also have a nice pair of wrap-around sunglasses. It will cover up the eyes and the upper part of the face. The way we shoot this stuff, even her mother wouldn't recognize her." Munch finished in a whisper and a wink to Brittany, "The added bonus with the glasses is they protect the eyes from the cum-shots."

Jack looked down at Brittany, "Good enough?"

She had visions of knocking him down, sitting on his chest so that she could slap him senseless, all while screaming into his face: Is this good enough for you! Asshole! Instead, she just heard herself weakly answer, "Wow, I won't get cum in my eyes. Big deal."

"Good," Munch said, happily. Then, taking her by the arm so she wouldn't have a chance to think any more about it, he escorted her to the others, saying, "Here, let's go over and introduce you to the guys. You're going to love them, no druggies, nut jobs, or hard cases. All good guys who know how to treat a lady right." As they approached the group of men, Munch continued, "Guys, this is...uh..."

"Candy," Brittany whispered into his ear.

He smiled at her, saying sarcastically, "Candy, huh? Well that's original. Jack come up with that? Guys, meet Candy."

While Brittany was occupied with making acquaintances, Jack pulled Munch to the side, "Like I said over the phone, this is her first time, so go easy on her. Why don't you let her watch at first, then ease her in."

"Sure buddy. We always go easy on the newbies." Then he shouted over his shoulder, "Hey Kim, honey, get your skinny ass over here."

Kim, the woman Brittany saw wearing the short shorts and tube top, came bouncing over. She still had her arms wrapped around her from the cold, as she said, "Are we fucking ready yet? I swear my cunt's turned into a block of ice."

"In a minute, honey," Munch answered, "I want you to meet Candy. You two will be working together."

Kim said brightly, as she waved a hand as greeting, "Well hey. You're new."

Munch answered, "That's right, honey, very new. Why don't you take Candy over to where you were sitting and impart some of your vast wisdom on her. Make her feel at home. Oh, find a wig that will fit her, and get her a pair of those sunglasses."

Just as Kim led Brittany away, Jack spoke up, "This is where we part company for a while...uh...Candy."

Brittany turned around quickly, and said with a hint of panic, "What, you're leaving me?"

"I've some things I need to do. I'll be back to get you in a couple of hours. You're in good hands."

She watched Jack disappear into the darkness of the warehouse, and was about to run after him when Kim put an arm around her, "Come on, let's find you a wig."

Kim sat Brittany in a chair, and brought over some wigs. Kneeling in front of Brittany, Kim placed one wig after the other on her head. For each wig, Kim would sit back on her heels and eye Brittany's face, seeing if it truly fit her head, and if so, how she looked with it on. After a few failed attempts, Kim said, amused, "This reminds me of when I was a kid playing with my Barbies. Did anyone ever tell you, you have the prettiest green eyes?"

"Yeah, the guy who just left me here...in a way. Do you know him?"

"Who, Jack? Yeah, I've seen him around. He seems nice enough. I think he's hot, which is too bad since he doesn't try anything with us. Unlike the other hangers-on, he doesn't taste the wares."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, a lot of Munch's friends and backers like to hang out so that they can get free pussy or a blowjob. It's part of the business, so we deal with it. Jack's different."

Kim finally found a wig that fit Brittany. A platinum blonde hairpiece cut into a short, straight bob. Placing it gently on Brittany's head, Kim saw that it was perfect for her. When she put the sunglasses on her, Kim sat back on her heels in admiration.

"Oh, my god."

"What?" Brittany asked, alarmed.

"You! The guys are going to eat you alive, right after they blow their wads. I can't believe the transformation. I mean, some girls either look totally different with new color and shades, sophisticated or even innocent looking, but you...oh my god! I should tell Munch to get you some spiked heels and a riding crop. You can be our little pixie Dominatrix."

Brittany isn't sure whether Kim's lavish praise for her looks is genuine, but she blushed just the same.

Kim continued to fuss with the wig, getting it just right, while saying absentmindedly, "They are going to eat you alive." Getting the hair just the way she liked it, Kim smiled while making her eyes go wide, "Alive!" Then she punctuated her exclamation by kissing Brittany full on the mouth.

Not prepared for Kim's advances, Brittany tightened her lips against the kiss.

Kim sat back on her heels, and commented, "Oh, wow, you've never been with a girl before."

Nervous, and slightly embarrassed having to admit it, Brittany just shook her head.

"Don't worry honey," Kim said, soothingly, "With all these guys here, I doubt Munch is going to want to do too many lesbo scenes, if any at all. Tell you what, though, if it comes up, I'll just go down on you, okay. You don't have to worry about paying me back. Well, at least for now." Kim winked and giggled at her private joke before continuing, "But if you're going to stay in the business, you're going to have to learn to munch a rug, if you know what I mean. Munch a rug for Munch, we girls call it. It's expected of us, so we deal with it. Besides, most times it's kind of fun, and the guys really get off watching us."

Kim kissed her again in a show of womanly camaraderie, and this time Brittany kept her lips supple to Kim's advances.

"Nervous?"

"How could you tell?" Brittany answered with sarcasm.

Kim giggled, "Okay, stupid question, but there's no reason for it. You've been with a guy before, right. You did all sorts of things with him, right. Well, same thing here, only there're just more of them."

"Yeah, but..."

"I know it's scary. Your ass is hanging out a mile, and everyone's going to see it and see what you do with it. But, here's the thing, you've got to ignore all that. You've got to ignore the lights, and the camera, and everyone else on the set. Then you've got to dig way down deep inside of yourself and pull out that inner slut of yours. Everyone has one, even you. She's your ace-in-the-hole, baby. She's the one that drives the guys wild. Remember, no matter how many guys there are, or what they want you to do, you've got the true power. It's hard to believe, but you do. Your looks can melt a guy's heart and make him hard all at the same time, while your inner slut turns his head into jelly. With the right amount of sass and a little pussy, honey, you can make them do whatever you want."

Kim could see that Brittany still wasn't sure. In fact, it looked like she was about to throw up. Kim put her arms around her. Hugging Brittany tightly to console her, she said, "I know it sucks right now. You're a lot like me. You need the money. Believe me, no one does this shit because they like it. Well, some do, but not many. We do it for the money. Shit, I'm getting five large for this shoot. There's no way I can make that kind of coin in two hours on the street, let alone doing some nine to five schlep work. So, keep thinking about the money, okay? The money and a long, hot shower make it all right in the end."

Brittany didn't have the heart to tell Kim she was getting ten large, but only because Munch owed Jack favors. For some reason it settled her nerves knowing that Jack, in his own twisted way, was looking out for her. Sure, he was turning her into a porn slut, but he was still looking out for her and getting the best deal he could for her.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 07



After finding out about Santos, she lived in perpetual fear. A fear that if he ever found out about Chris, he would do to her what he did to Ashante and Kellen, and did to probably countless others. It was why she didn't want to be at home, why she lost her appetite, couldn't eat, and why she was loath to be in the same bed with him and couldn't sleep.

Now, about the only time she felt safe and normal was when she was with Jack, the very person who put her in danger with Santos in the first place, and who was treating her like a whore. It surprised and sickened her for a long time knowing that—knowing what that calm she felt said about her as a person. That is, until she came to realize it wasn't Jack doing these things to her, putting her in danger and making her feel like a cheap skank. It was really Santos, and the type of man that he is, that set into motion all the shit that was happening to her. She wouldn't be doing the things she did if not for him, and oh, how she hated him for that.

Just then, they heard Munch yell, "You ready Kim?"

Kim yelled back, "Just a second." She hugged Brittany again, and asking, "You good?"

Nodding her head, Brittany heaved a great sigh, if not out of relief, than out of determination.

"One last thing, make sure you talk a lot and moan loudly when you're in the middle of things. Say stuff like, 'God, I love your cock,' or 'God, I love the taste of your cock,' or 'Shoot your hot cum all over me,' or mix and match, like, 'Pound my pussy with your big cock and shoot your hot cum all over me,' things like that. You get the idea. Just remember to bring that inner slut out and let her run loose. The raunchier you get the better."

"Kim!" Munch yelled, again.

"All right, I'm coming!"

Kim scampered off after a goodbye kiss to Brittany's cheek.

Brittany was relieved she wasn't called along with Kim, and just sat and listened to everything that went on.

She heard Munch give Kim a few basic directions, setting the scene for her, before she heard Munch say, "Okay, everybody ready? Let's do it."

Kim said to the group of men as an entrance, "Hey boys. Well look at all those hard cocks. I guess everyone's happy to see me."

After that, all Brittany could hear was a vast, chaotic vocalization of moans, groans, and short, muffled commands from the males.

Brittany wasn't nauseous anymore, just nervous. Her heart beat heavy in her chest, and there wass an accompanying hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach—anxious butterflies without the sickness. She breathed a heavy sigh to quiet her feelings.

I can do this, right? she asked herself, but no answer was forthcoming.

The sounds from the group were becoming more raucous, causing her butterflies to deepen. So much so, her calming breaths couldn't ease her growing anxiety.

She couldn't just listen anymore. Knowing she would have to face her fear or else the nausea would return, she decided to watch.

Standing behind one of the halogens, it was cool and dark in the deep shadows of the warehouse—a soothing contrast for her rampant nerves. Still, even with the calming influence of the cool darkness, she gasped when first seeing the unrestrained, sexual decadence expanding before her eyes.

Kim's on her knees, nearly ringed in by the men. Only a small gap in the circle is provided, so that the cameraman with the tripod can get an unobstructed shot of the scene. The other cameraman floated about the perimeter with the handheld, occasionally pushing the camera between the men and into the circle for an up-close shot of Kim going down on them.

She had never witnessed a full-blown, out-and-out orgy before. Not even in the few adult movies she had watched with Santos. Witnessing it now, live and in the raw, filled her with an unusual mixture of both awe and curiosity. A feeling much like the one she had when witnessing a horrid traffic accident. It all occurred, the accident as well as the orgy, as if in slow motion, and an incident she was powerless to stop or even divert her eyes away. Moreover, as with the accident, there seemed an inevitability to the carnal carnival on display, one she was incapable of avoiding.

I can do this, right? she asked herself again, but again, no answer was forthcoming.

Kim was making all sorts of yummy sounds as she sucked with relish on each of the offered members. Matching Kim's frenetic mood, the men thrust themselves haphazardly at her mouth, not knowing, or caring, where their members eventually ended up—between her lips, between her fingers, or even crossing swords as they passed each other in thin air in front of her pretty face. Kim tried to mold continuity from chaos by concentrating her oral attentions just on three cocks in front of her, while her hands are busy stroking two others by her sides. The other men will have to wait their turn for now. Two of the men in line had hands on her head, each pulling and pushing her from one cock to the other, while commanding her in dominating voices, "Suck that cock like a good bitch. That's it, drool on my buddy's tool. Get it slick and suck him off quick, bitch, 'cause it's my turn next."

To each offered cock passing her lips, Kim responds with her own, slutty banter, "Come on, give me that big cock. You taste so good. Fill my fucking mouth with that fat cock! Don't make me wait!"

Kim's verbal barrages drove the men still higher into fevered heights of sexual excitement.

One of them, and clearly the largest member of the group, couldn't take Kim's sexual taunts without doing something. Grabbing her head away from the other two, he thrust his cock as deep as it would go into her waiting mouth. His quick advance caught her off guard, making her gag. Thick strands of Kim's saliva dripped off his pulsating member as he pulled away from her, and giving her a chance to compose herself. Then, just before he slid his cock back into her mouth, he said, "That's right, choke on that fat head, bitch. You asked for it, so here it comes again."

Kim responded by grabbing his balls with a hand and pulling his cock in her mouth as deep as she could. Seated as far as it could go without choking herself, she commenced bobbing her head feverishly along his cock, all while pulling and squeezing at his heavy hanging testicles until they tightened against his shaft. Then, backing off the 'big guy' in order to grab some air, she grabbed another guy's cock by the shaft while saying, breathlessly, "Fuck me with these big cocks. You have me so hot. I need it bad! Fill all my holes, you fuckers!"

As the three jockeyed around into new positions, causing a break in the action, Brittany was unexpectedly excited by what she saw, and shocked when she suddenly realized she had been rubbing her mons the whole time Kim was encircled by the men. Looking around in embarrassment, and hoping no one saw her, she quickly dropped her hand to the side before training her eyes back to the action.

Kim and the two men quickly fell back into the groove, with Kim on top straddling the 'big guy,' and with the other kneeling behind her. Some of the other men rejoined the action, as one deftly slipped his thick cock between her lips and another two pushed theirs into her waiting hands.

Now, seeing this new scene playing out, particularly with Kim simultaneously mounted by the two men, made Brittany's pussy twitch, a she recalled her time with Buster and Jerome. It took most of her control not to touch herself again.

Everyone on the scene, those in action as well as those watching, were close to frenzy.

In between slipping one available cock after another into her mouth for short, frenetic sucks, Kim would belt out commands to the two fucking her, "Oh Mike, fuck my pussy slow and deep. Bret, pump that ass faster...faster...faster!" Her last, 'faster,' came out as a high-pitched squeal as Bret rammed his cock into her with increasing frequency.

Picturing herself in Kim's position, Brittany asked herself, again, I can do this, right? This time she found an answer, You already have, stupid. There's just more of them now. Anyway, whether you can or not, you have to do this. It's the quickest way you'll be free of him. Just do the porn gig for a few months. Get some cash, get a lawyer, then cut Santos loose.

Just then, one of the guys Kim was attending with her mouth blew a heavy load of cum across her face.

Disappointed by the guy's quick release, Munch yelled, "Goddamn it! Cut! Cut! I thought you guys could hold your fucking water. Reggie, back off the next time you feel like coming. I shouldn't have to tell you this, you moron!

Reggie answered, sheepishly, "Sorry, it just got away from me."

"Can you get it up again? I want everyone involved when I bring Candy into the scene."

"Yeah, just give me a minute."

"Okay everyone, take five. Remember your spots. Kim, clean your face off for the next round."

Munch went over to Brittany. Taking her gently by the hand, he says, "We'll give Kim a few more minutes with the guys before you make your entrance. You're a newbie at this. Work with that, the more shy you come off at the beginning of the scene, the better. To set things up for you, you've been an uptight mommy bitch your whole life, working as a fraternity house mother, a real henpecking mother hen who always keeps an eye on her boys. Part of the reason you're so watchful is you've always wanted to do some of them, but lacked the courage to fuck the young men. Now, however, you've found out your best friend's daughter has been sneaking over and doing your frat boys. So, the next time she comes over for some fun with your boys, you spy on her. At first, it shocks and disgusts you what she's doing with them, but it isn't long before it begins turning you on. That's when you break in and join the fun. Got it?"

Brittany just nodded.

"Later, we'll take some shots of you peeking through an opening in a door, going through your transformation from tight ass bitch to loving mommy slut. We'll embed those shots in at various intervals. Got it?"

Still filled with nervous anxiety and not in the mood for the details of editing a porno, Brittany rolled her eyes, and sarcastically answered, "Tight ass bitch to mommy whore. Sounds like my life lately. I wouldn't even need to act."

Munch said, laughingly, "Yeah, you got it. That's what I'm talking about, work with those emotions in the scene." He started to walk away, but turned back, to add something, "Kim told you about what to say, right? When you've in the middle of things, I mean. Really talk up their junk. Tell them how you love their..."

Brittany rolled her eyes again.

Munch noticed her snotty look and took offence, "Hey, don't roll your eyes at me. It would be better if you just listen to what I want you to do. I only want to do this once, so you have to get it right the first time. So make sure you talk it up big and dirty when you're sucking their..."

She cut him off, saying with irritation and mocking sarcasm, "Yeah, yeah, I got it, Munch. I really love you sticking your big dick in my face. Bla, bla, bla, stick it in, baby, bla, bla, bla. Let me suck on that hot prick..."

"Cock," Munch interrupted, "Say cock instead of dick or prick. It sounds..."

"Cock!" Brittany yelled, losing what little control she had left, and continued to yell at Munch, "All right! It's cock! I get it. Give me your cock! Let me suck that big cock! Fuck my ass with that hot cock! Is that good enough for you? Cock! Cock! Cock! This cock, that cock, everywhere there's more cock! Jesus Munch, quit with the Orson Welles routine, already. It's just a porn flick, anyway, not fucking Ben Hur. All your direction is doing is highlighting my life's descent porn stardom. It isn't helping me cope."

Comically, Munch took a step back, surprised at Brittany's anger. "All right, all right, don't get your sizable tits in a twist. I'm just making sure you got the scene."

Some of the others began laughing, seeing Munch back away from someone even smaller than him in apparent fear. As if he just had an encounter with the Bride of Chucky. In addition to the comedic visual, Brittany showed them a spunky side they hadn't expected from a newbie, and they liked it...and her.

Seeing them smile at her in solidarity, Brittany smiled back.

Munch was none too pleased by their laughter. Turning in their direction, he barked, "This isn't some comedy club for assholes, you assholes! So shut the fuck up! I'm paying you to fuck holes and suck dick, so get to it. Bret, clean off your johnson and switch places with Mike. Mike, you take Kim's backdoor this time. The rest of you fuck-sticks better show me nothing but wood 'till I tell you to come. Right, Reggie! Kim, honey, is that sweet ass of yours ready for Big Mike?"

"Yeah, yeah, Munch, like a virgin."

Still pissed, Munch turned back to Brittany, and said with quiet resentment, "All I can say, you better be worth my time and money."

Seeing the anger in his face and hearing it in his voice, Brittany knew she went too far showing him up in front of the others. Turning her face away from his stare and down at the floor, she answered, meekly, "I'm sorry. I'll try."

Munch never liked being a hard case, and quickly softened his attitude upon seeing her contrition. Kissing her cheek sweetly, he said with only a hint of sarcasm, "One more Orson Welles thingy before I forget. Every now and again, tell Kim she's being a naughty slut as she sucks on a pole. Guys love to hear that slutty banter between women, and I want to hear you tell her that as you go down on a guy of your own. Got that? As you're sucking cock, you tell Kim she's a slut for sucking cock. There's nothing hotter than a slutty hypocrite."

Returning to the lighted area, Munch continued to bark orders at the others.

A warm glow oozed through Brittany from her squabble with Munch. She was flushed from her argument, making her perspire. Even in the coolness of the shadows, beads of sweat formed across her brow and between her cleavage.

Much more than that, however, she was flushed with pride. They liked her. She heard it their laughter and saw it in their faces when they smiled at her. She was accepted by them. In that moment, she knew things would be all right.

The warm glow expanded, and as she continued watching Kim doing the men with everything at her disposal—hands, mouth, pussy, and ass—the warmth grew. This time, centered deep in her groin, as it dripped out, unconstrained, into her panties. Against the building heat and the wet, she slowly, almost absentmindedly, removed her clothes. Standing naked with hands on hips, wearing nothing but the wig, sunglasses, and above all else, a newborn persona made of pride and unrestrained bravado, she waited for her call. The pixie Dominatrix is born.

Tight ass bitch to absolute whore, and all in under three months. Must be some kind of record.

Munch was at her side again and playfully squeezed one of her buttocks. A large smile bloomed across his face as he kissed her cheek, saying, "Got a little ahead of yourself, I see."

Keeping her eyes locked on the others, she only nodded her head in reply.

"Then I guess you're ready."

Brittany gave a little smirk before stepping out of the shadows and into the bright lights of the set.

********

Jack returned to the warehouse a little later than promised.

As he neared the area of the shoot, a single voice could be clearly heard, repeatedly screaming for someone to pound her pussy as hard as he could.

In demeanor, the voice is one of an experienced porn star: confident, uninhibited, and unashamed in demanding and performing all forms of sexual favors on camera and in front of strangers. Listening closer to the voice, however, Jack recognized it as Brittany.

As Brittany had done before making her grand entrance, Jack stayed in the shadows of the warehouse to watch. Most of the other actors were in the shadows as well, although dressed. Having completed their part of the set, they stayed to watch the final scene.

Kneeling on the bed in her favorite position, one of the guys Jack remembered as Mike is pounding away into her from behind. He has a firm grip on both of Brittany's firm cheeks and hips as he throws his cock into her using a hard and quick rhythm. Loud slapping sounds careen off the Potemkin walls of the set each time the two lovers connected.

Above the loud reports of thighs smacking ass, Mike could be heard saying, "You love my cock deep in your pussy. Don't you, frat mom?"

'Frat mom' Brittany, stuttered a reply, "O-Oh y-yes, fuck me like my favorite frat boy should. M-Mikey, I'm getting so close, f-fuck me h-harder! M-Mikey, h-harder!"

"Whatcha' going to do, frat mommy, if I fuck you harder?"

Sitting on her heels alongside Brittany, Kim spanked her ass, and commented, "Yeah, horny frat mommy, what are you going to do for my man?"

"A-Anything!"

Kim spanked Brittany again, and said, "You want to help me suck on his big dong after he makes you squirt?"

"G-God, y-yes!"

"Fuck her, Mike. Fuck frat mommy's tight pussy, good. That's my man."

As the sounds of Mike's thrusts increase in volume and frequency, Kim shouts down at Brittany, "Don't just kneel there and take it like a lazy slut, frat mommy, fuck my man back!"

Brittany began throwing herself backwards as Mike lunged his cock forward. The sounds created as the two make contact were near deafening.

Kim shouts, "Yeah, fuck my man, frat mommy. That's it, show us how much you love his big cock pounding into your hole!"

Brittany threw herself backward with even greater force, causing her heavy, hanging tits to sway wildly and obscenely for the camera and all the onlookers. She yelled for the camera and the audience as she continued to throw herself back into Mike, "God, I love your big cock in my twat! I've never had anything feel so good! Come on Mikey, fuck frat mommy's twat! That's it, baby, I'm getting so close! I'm getting close. God, you've got my pussy on fire!"

Jack scanned the room, and noticed all the men having serious tent-pants, including himself. Occasionally, hands shifted down to their crotches, adjusting their budges to relieve the strain. Jack could only shake his head in disbelief at their discomfort. It was hard for him to believe jaded porn actors felt compelled to watch Brittany after their job was done. Usually they would have left by now.

Brittany continued yelling, "I'm close. I'm close. I'm so close."

Barely audible above Brittany's yelling, Kim's saying, "Let me help you get off, frat mom," as she reached under Brittany in order to massage her swollen clit.

Still squeamish about girl on girl sexual contact, Brittany grabs Kim's arm and holds it tight, while giving her co-star a subtle headshake.

Noticing Brittany's reluctance, Munch calmly gave her some direction, "Better be quick, Candy honey, Mike's getting tired."

Brittany gave him a subtle nod, and then touched herself.

By now, the shoulder-mounted cameraman had moved behind the two, getting a tight shot of Mike's massive cock slamming into Brittany's pussy, while Brittany's hand vigorously massaged her clit. Only a few more seconds past before Brittany screamed an abrupt, "Jesus!"

The hand-held camera captured a wonderfully erotic shot of Brittany's ejaculate flowing out and down her fingers. A small trickle of the clear fluid continued to drip off her labia and onto the sheets below well after Brittany's hand dropped away from exhaustion.

Upon hearing her orgasmic scream, most of the onlookers began cheering and clapping approval, and pissing Munch off in the process.

"Alright cut! Goddamn it, nobody talks on this set but me! Now shut the fuck up!" Then, to the shoulder-mounted cameraman, he says, "Phil, tell me you got the shot?"




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 07



Phil gives Munch the thumbs-up, while saying, "Primo. I think she's still squirting juice."

"Good man. Mike, Kim, Candy, take five while we set up for the final scene. The rest of you assholes get off my set. Come by tomorrow for your checks. Jim, set the stationary camera up over here. There's going to be better light from that side now that the set is clear of the guys. I don't want any shadow coming into play. Better yet, put another halogen there..."

As Munch continued to relay orders, the actors that remain quietly talked amongst themselves.

Brittany still hadn't noticed Jack's return, as she lays on her back, still exhausted and breathing heavily from the last scene.

Jack's attention remained focused on Brittany. Even with everything she must had done, with such close, intimate contact with all the others, it amazed Jack how well she could maintain a quiet professionalism in this interlude between scenes. The whole time she remained aloof and distant from Kim and Mike, not exhibiting undue affection or even embarrassment around the others, as one might expect with someone new to the porn industry.

Even more astonishing for Jack, is her small talk, which more often than not veered into mundane topics, rather than about the nut-busting fuck she had just performed. Her whole demeanor reflected someone who had been filming adult movies their whole life.

Is she Eliza Doolittle or Frankenstein's Monster? Jack couldn't tell, and for the first time since pulling her into his web of deceit, he was unclear how he should proceed with her.

One thing he was sure of; something's off, something's changed in her, and he could guess who was responsible. 

Munch notices Jack standing off in the shadows watching Brittany, and made his way over.

Just as he was about to say something, Jack gripped the midget's shoulder while pulling his thumb up and under his collarbone. Squeezing his fingers together until Munch grimaced in pain, Jack hissed, "What the fuck did you give her?"

Munch croaked out an answer between the lightning pain in his neck and clavicle, "What? Nothing! What are you talking about?"

"Br...I mean Candy. What the fuck, she's hopped up on something. This isn't like her. It's like she's been doing porno for years."

"Goddamn it, lighten up, asshole. I didn't give her anything," Munch said, as he tries to shift his shoulder away from Jack's hand. Seeing Jack's sideways glare of disbelief, he repeats, emphatically, "I swear, I didn't give her anything. I just told her it's time for her scene, and just like that, she's the reincarnation of Seka, Christy Canyon, and Jenna Jameson, all rolled up into one, oversexed bitch."

Hearing the truthful tone in his voice, Jack eased his hand away.

While rubbing his still, aching shoulder, Munch commented with subdued anger, "You better learn to control your temper. No wonder you got chucked off the force. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought you wanted this. You know, fuck with her head, get some cash and a little free pussy. Have things changed? I mean, what's she to you, now?"

"As far as your concerned, nothing."

Munch retorted, incredulously, "Nothing? It sure doesn't feel like 'nothing.' Look, our friendship aside, I don't want to have her do things if it's going to get me buried in a hole somewhere out in the des..."

"Just keep doing what you're doing, and yeah, this is what I wanted. I just didn't think she'd take to it this easily. So I..."

"So, you thought I gave her a little pharmaceutical push," Munch said, finishing Jack's thought.

Nodding his head, but still questioning what he'd seen, Jack added, "Then how do you explain it?"

"I can't, but it happens sometimes. All I can say: she's a natural." Pausing for a moment to stare at Jack, who, by now, is back staring over at Brittany while shaking his head in disbelief, Munch continues, hesitantly, "Look, can we talk about this after I finish the shoot? I was going to have Candy and Kim do a finale tag-team on Mike's dick, but if you're going to have a problem..."

"Just keep doing what you're doing. I won't squawk."

Munch took a last, long, questioning look at his friend before stepping back into the light of the set. Still rubbing his aching shoulder, he continued having second thoughts about what he planned next for Brittany. Seeing that discretion is the better part of valor—and far better than having his arms and legs broken by a jealous gorilla—Munch decided to finish the set without Brittany.

Jack saw Munch's hesitation, and knew the reason for it, and said with quiet resolve, "I said, I won't squawk. Now get the fuck on with it, dwarf."

Resigned to his fate, Munch sighed heavily before giving direction to the three actors. "Okay Kim and Candy, it's time to give big Mike his reward for the monster fucking he gave you both. Mike, shift yourself over here a bit so we have good light on that stick of yours. That's it, lay on your back. Candy, honey, straddle Mike and assume the good ol' sixty-nine."

As Brittany got into position, Mike joked while squeezing both of her ass cheeks, "Nothing like a perfectly formed ass in my face to keep me hard."

"I bet you say that to all the sluts," Brittany retorted, "And go easy on my perfect ass. It's a little tender. You must have been slamming into me with bricks"

"Aww is Candy's candy-apple ass sore? Poor baby," Mike retorted, laughingly, as he patted her behind with care.

"Yes," Brittany answered laughingly and emphatically.

"All right, quit the chit-chat and listen" Munch interjected, "Kimmy, you slide right between Mike's legs. That's it. I don't think I need to tell you what to do?"

Laying Mike's smooth, heavy testicles in her palm, and then giving them a quick kiss, she quipped, "Getting these kumquats high and tight and full."

Munch smiled. "Good girl. Read my mind."

"Speaking of kumquats," Mike began to opine, "I dated this southern girl who had, or what I thought had, a fruit fetish. Seems, whenever I was banging her in her parent's first floor living room, she'd always whisper, 'Kumquat, kumquat,' over and over in my ear. Because of her accent, it took me a few times fucking her to figure out what she was really saying: 'Come quiet.' You see, her parents were always upstairs and asleep when we were doing it, so she was just reminding me not to moan too loudly when I blew my load." Then he added a southern dialect for effect, "Come quiet, kumquat, get it?"

Brittany asked, laughingly, "Is that really true?"

"If it isn't, it should be."

"All right, shut the fuck up about kumquats," Munch broke in, still irritated and still fearing for his health. "All right ladies, I want this thing to last, so just give Mike a slow and easy blowjob. Just use your mouths at first. No hands, except to hold him while you give him a nice tongue lashing. I want to see a lot of drool dripping off his stick before he shoots. Kim, this is where you put the horny frat mom through her paces and see if she's worthy of joining your little encounter group. Got it?"

"Yeah Munch. You want me just to watch and egg Candy on with a lot of dirty talk?"

"No, I want you sucking Mike off along with Candy, but you're always in control. Keep a firm hold of his johnson at all times as you pass him between you. And yeah, talk it up big time. There's nothing better than slutty banter between two girls enjoying a hard, high one. Candy, remember, you're still the uptight frat mom who's been drawn into the sex games, but because you love it, you go along with whatever Kim says. Got it?" Seeing Brittany nod her head, Munch finished, "All right Phil, I want you just behind and to the side of Kimmy, and always keep Candy's face framed. Got it? Ready...action!"

Hearing the call for action, both women giggled as they each placed a tongue on either side of Mike's cock, and then commenced licking it like a daylong sucker.

Jack didn't watch Brittany at first. Instead, he watched everyone else on the set watching her. Unbelievable to Jack, and to a man, they were all enthralled, their eyes glued to Brittany as she serviced Mike's cock with piqued enthusiasm.

He couldn't understand their reaction. Which made sense given he's just barely beginning to understand his own.

He mused, How could this middle-aged redhead put these actors and crew in such an excited state?

Over the many weeks with her, Jack was developing a strong attachment to Brittany, and not just a sexual one. Ironically, his feelings were running toward one of patriarchal protection; seeing his role as big brother, and her as someone who needed to be shielded from other men like himself.

Seeing the bulges developing in the pants of the onlookers as they watched Brittany do her thing, Jack experienced a twinge of jealousy; an emotion he rarely felt. However, along with the jealousy, there was also a sense of pride. After all, he'd been her mentor over these many weeks. So, in a twisted sense, their reactions were an indirect result of his tutelage—Eliza or Frankenstein's monster, indeed.

Kim and Brittany were deep into things when Jack finally turned his attentions back to them.

Just as Munch directed, Mike's long and fat stick stood straight and stiff between them, appearing shiny slick in the halogen lights from the saliva that oozed thickly down the shaft. To add to the erotic ambiance, saliva also dripped profusely off their chins and from Kim's delicate fingers as she held Mike's cock. Occasionally, Kim would slather the excess spit all around Mike's cock before commanding Brittany to clean him. Kim tried to get Brittany to lick the excess off her face as well, but she only swiped it away with her fingers—much to everyone's disappointment.

Brittany's inched Mike's cock deep into her mouth, continually pushing any excess spit down his shaft with her tightened lips.

Kim renews her slutty dialogue, "That's it, frat mommy, pull that big cock deep. Oh god, that's so hot watching my man's cock disappearing into that cute, little mouth of yours." Just before pulling Mike's testicles into her mouth, Kim added, breathlessly, "I'm going to suck on my man's huge balls for you, mommy whore, and get them full of his hot, thick cum. You better keep his cock deep inside you." 

Their noses touched and rubbed together as their mouths worked on Mike's cock and balls in such close proximity.

Brittany kept Mike's cock deep in her throat for as long as she could, then quickly came off him to gulp some air. As she pulled away, a large strand of saliva escaped her lips, landing heavily across the bridge of Kim's nose.

Seeing such a lewd and spontaneous act, several of the onlookers loudly groan their approval.

Having caught her breath, Brittany wasted no time sliding Mike's cock deep into her mouth and throat. This time, as Brittany touched her chin to Mike's pubis, Kim came off Mike's balls. Placing a firm hand on the back of Brittany's head, she held her down while speaking softly into her ear, "Drool on that fat cock like a good mommy whore. You love the taste of my man's cock, don't you, mommy whore?"

Staring doe-eyed back at Kim, and with Mike's organ fully encapsulated by her lips, Brittany could only nod her head a little in response.

"Of course you do. All you mommy whores love the taste of a big, fat cock. Hold him in, baby. That's right. Hold him in a little longer, and let me see that tongue working against his hard cock."

Brittany's jaws and cheeks move subtly as she tries to shift her tongue around Mike's tool.

Soon, Brittany's doe-eyed look turns bug-eyed, as she quickly runs out of air.

Kim continues to hold Brittany's head down, taunting her, "Mommy whore needs to catch her breath? Just a little longer, mommy whore, I want you to drool on that stick a little more." Kim pushes Brittany right to the edge of endurance before releasing her.

Quickly coming off Mike's cock and panting heavily, Brittany releases a large pool of saliva, which cascades like a swift moving stream flowing over smooth river stones down Mike's shaft and around Kim's fingers, earning another collective groan of approval from the onlookers.

"That's what I want to see," Kim said, giggling. Then, licking the heavy strands of saliva off her fingers and Mike's cock, she pulled his member deep into her mouth while performing a slow head-bob.

Having caught her breath, Brittany kissed and licked at exposed part of Mike's shaft while Kim continued sucking slow and deep along his cock.

"Suck it, bitch," Brittany moaned, taking another long lick at Mike's cock.

"You suck it, bitch," Kim answered, as she pushed Mike's cock into Brittany's face.

Brittany accepted the offered meat with relish, adding her own slow head-bob. Kim matched Brittany's bobs with a stroking hand.

Again, Brittany came off Mike's cock, commanding, "Your turn. Suck that huge cock, bitch. Show me how it's done."

Both women fall into a rhythm, each sucking on Mike with a couple of deep, slow head-bobs before handing him off to the other.

When they felt Mike arching his back, pushing his member up to meet their hungry mouths, both women changed the tempo, sliding firm lips and clenched teeth along every part of his cock, but always ending the glide with a rapid tongue flick to his swollen cockhead.

Only a few seconds passed before Mike loudly groaned a prearranged signal to the two vixens of his approaching climax.

"Open that sweet mouth wide, frat mommy, and catch his hot load," Kim blurts, as her hand slides effortlessly along his slickened shaft.

No sooner did Brittany park her face close to his cockhead, Mike released.

All the onlookers saw one heavy pulse of semen after another jet forcefully forward before disappearing into Brittany's opened mouth.

Kim continued stroking as Mike continued ejaculating, while Brittany held her head steady as one thick jet after another flew forward. Soon, when enough cum had pooled in her moth, thick stands of it began flowing out and down Brittany's chin.

Long moments continue to tick by, and still Mike continued to ejaculate forcefully. With cum hanging thickly about her mouth and chin, Brittany took his member away from Kim, and began running slightly pursed lips and a tongue along Mike's cockhead.

Cum continued to shoot and flow as she continued to lick and flick her tongue about his head, and covering the whole lower part of Brittany's face—from cheek to cheek, nostrils to dimpled chin, and everything in between.

Finally, when the forceful jets subsided, she pulled him halfway into her mouth and continued sucking and stroking. Cum continued to ooze out from between her soft lips, and down across her still stroking fingers.

Munch, still in directorial mode, added comments, "Keep going Candy, baby. Milk that cock dry." Then, turning slightly to Jack, he commented almost in a whisper, "What did I tell you, your girl's a natural."

Jack only responded with a low grunt.

With Mike's climax all but ended, Brittany continued to kiss and lick at his now deflating cock. Running her tongue up the underside of his shaft, a last pearl of semen is forced out to form at top of his cockhead. Smiling, almost to herself, Brittany played with it with her tongue before finally swallowing the jewel.

Kim piped in with a laugh, "Well, frat mommy, you passed the audition. Care to join us the same time tomorrow?"

As the camera pulled in for a close-up, Brittany added one last bit of sexual panache. Creasing her full, cum-covered lips into a sly, seductive smile, she lifted her sunglasses just enough to reveal a single, emerald-colored eye for the camera, and winked.

"That's a wrap," Munch yelled, and then said under his breath with a touch of awe, "An absolute fucking natural."

Kim gave Brittany a towel to clean herself as the crew began breaking down the set. When they turned off the floodlights, Brittany finally saw Jack talking with Munch. She waved, catching his attention.

Jack tipped his head and smiled. He watched her with amusement as she quickly made her why toward him, completely naked, her tits bouncing seductively with each step. He still couldn't believe her transformation, as she confidently walked through and around all those who remained without shame or care.

Wrapping an arm around his waist, she gave him a firm hug, and said, "I missed you. Did you see? I really didn't think I could go through with it, but Munch says I'm natural."

"You surely are, sweetheart," Munch added, emphatically. Taking her hand, he added, "Listen honey, Jack and I have to talk over some business. There's a nice washroom with a shower at the end of that hallway. Kim will show you where. Why don't you clean yourself off, freshen up, put on a dress, and I'll have Phil take some of those cut-away shots of you peeking around the door like we talked about. Come to my office when you're finished."

As Brittany scampered away to find Kim, Munch led Jack to his Office. Once inside, Jack remarked, "A natural, huh?"

Sitting behind his desk, Munch said, "Don't you know it, but before we get into that, first things first." Picking up a large paper bag off his desk, he tossed it over to Jack who had sat in the chair opposite. As Jack looked inside the bag, Munch commented further, "Ten grand, as promised."

Jack peeled three thousand dollars off the top and put the money in his breast pocket. Dropping the bag with the rest of the money meant for Brittany on the floor, he lifted an eyebrow at Munch and asked, "Money well spent?"

Not able to hide his frustration, Munch answered, "It would be if I could use any of the stuff I shot tonight."

"I told you, this isn't for immediate distribution."

"Do you know how much this cost me? Besides the ten grand I gave you, I'm out another ten for what we did tonight. Shit, I had to shell out two grand for..."

Jack cut him off, "Do I have to remind you your brother's walking around free, and not doing three to five in the state slam for grand theft auto and receiving? Or worse, shived in a shower stall along with Kellen Wilson."

"Okay, okay, you don't have to remind me. It's just seems like a waste not to use any of her footage. She's choice, and the camera absolutely loves her. Anyone who watches her taking it from behind is going to bust a nut. I'll make a fortune in phone sex calls, alone."

Jack didn't like what he was hearing, "Let me make this clear to you, because you're obviously having second thoughts about our arrangement. If I catch wind you're using any of her footage on those dating sites of yours, or anywhere else, I'm going to hunt your dwarf ass down. Then, I'm going to stick my foot so far up that dwarf ass of yours you'll need surgery just to shit properly. After that, I'll turn right around and stick it up your dwarf ass again. Understood?"

Munch became visibly nervous. He'd never seen Jack this angry, except minutes before on the set, and it scared the shit out of him. "Just chill, will you. I'm just telling you how things lay on my end. I promise I won't use any of her stuff until you give me the green light. It would help if I knew what this is all about."

"It's for Ashante. Good enough?"

"You mean Candy had something to do with that?"

"No, but someone very close to her did. This is the only way I know how to get back at him. So are you going to go along with the program, or continue to be a greedy prick?"

"Jesus, of course I'll help, anyway I can. You could have just said it had to do with Ashante in the first place."

"The less people know about it the better. So sit on what you shot of her tonight and anything else in the near future. If word of what she's doing gets out too soon, it will fuck up all my plans."

"How long will I have to sit on her stuff?"

"I'm not sure. Things should happen quickly once I set her up earning. I'll know more when I get back from Washington. Give me a couple of weeks, at least."




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 07



"Washington? Which Washington, D.C.?"

"State."

Munch's curiosity just perked up a couple of notches. Retrieving a bottle and some glasses from a desk drawer, he poured each of them a couple of fingers of scotch. Taking a sip, he sat back in his chair, and asked, "Okay, now you have to tell me. What's in Washington?"

Looking thoughtfully at his glass of scotch, Jack didn't answer Munch's question directly, seemingly going off on some tangent, "Single malt, I haven't had this since I was kicked from Metro. I didn't know you had such class, Munch." Taking a sip of his drink, he continued, "It's funny how opportunities present themselves when you stick with something long enough. When all this started, I just thought I'd fuck this asshole's wife and get a few grand out of him in the bargain. As time went on, though, I did some more digging, and saw some things I overlooked. Pretty soon, I figured out how I could fuck the asshole over, but good. I mean, real good. Munch, if I play my cards right, there could be a significant payoff down the road."

"How big?"

"It all depends on the housing market. I figure anywhere between a quarter to half a million."

"Jesus fucking Christ!

"Well, a lot of that's going to Candy if this thing works out like I plan."

"You going to see a piece of that?"

"I should see a pretty fair slice."

"That's my boy, Jack. Now, what does Washington have to do with it?"

"There's an old forensics guy that worked for Metro who retired there. I recently discovered he has some particularly nasty fetishes involving very young girls."

Munch gave Jack a look of disgust, and asked, "Jesus Christ, how young?"

"With a good lawyer, 'ten to fifteen in a state penitentiary,' young. I'm hoping it doesn't come to that. I need him. I'm also hoping he's still as possessive of his case files as he used to be." Jack paused to finish his scotch, then continued, "Okay, enough of that crap, why don't you tell me what happened tonight with Candy."

Munch poured them another round before answering, "I got to tell you, for a while there I thought she was going to be a three-ring, megaton, total cluster-fucking disaster. I did what you wanted, kept her out of the action at the start, letting Kimmy do her thing with the guys on her own. As you'd expect, she was nervous and edgy as she was waiting her turn. I'd talk to her during breaks in the action. You know, soothe her spirits, ease her nerves, and give her a little direction on how I want things to go down. Before I know it, she turns into this ball-busting, bitch hellion on skates, not listening to what I have to say. Then she goes off on this weird rant yelling, 'Cock this, and cock that..."

"Cock? She really yelled cock?"

"It's a long story. Anyway, next thing I know she's telling me what's what, just about telling me to stick my direction up my ass, right in front of the crew and everyone. Fuck, I almost told her to bag it, pack it, and keep walking right then and there."

Jack said, laughingly, "Yeah, well, other than screaming 'cock,' that sounds like Candy. There were more than a few times I wanted to forget the whole thing and kick her out the door."

Munch nodded his head vigorously in agreement, then continued, "All that changed when it was her turn at bat. I tell you Jack, I've been in this business for twenty years, and I've never seen anything like it. Not with first-timers, anyway. Hell, even hookers off the street are a little camera shy their first time, but not Candy. Kimmy even took it up a couple of notches working beside her. Well, you saw what they did to Mike at the end. A real stroker. I tell you Jack, she's got it."

"What do you mean? What's 'it?'"

"It's hard to explain. It's just everyone sees something different in her and they all want it, desire it. That's the 'it.' It's different for different people, but the result is always the same: total wood. She has that kind of effect on men. Like earlier with the guys. They couldn't get enough of her. I've worked with most of them before, and I can tell you most of them can hold their jizz. They can fuck hole after dripping hole without once shooting their loads too soon. Well, right off the bat, three of them cream all over her tits as she was going down on them. You know, blowing and stroking three at...

"I get it Munch," Jack quickly said, not wanting to hear the details. "I take it she passed the audition?"

Munch answered, rhetorically, "Could Mays play ball? The first audition, anyway." A sheepish grin creased his lips as he explained, "Usually with the newbies there's a second audition when they sign a contract." He paused for a moment to rub his sore shoulder. "I know she's kinda' your girl, and given your reaction earlier..."

Jack caught his drift, and felt that twinge of jealousy, again. He was going to tell Munch to fuck off, but didn't, deciding it wasn't his place. "That's up to her. If you can get her to smoke your pole, have at it."

Munch beamed a smile, while saying, "You're a good man, Jack. Now the question is, will she sign?"

There was a knock on the door, as Jack replied, "That's up to Candy."

"What's up to me?" Brittany asked as she entered Munch's office.

"Munch will tell you about it." Handing her the paper bag with the money, he adds, "This is for you. I've already taken my cut."

Brittany gasped before breathing a sigh of relief when she looked in the bag. She'd never seen that much cash at one time.

Jack smiled, amused by the look on her face. Kissing her on the forehead, he said, "I'll leave you two to talk over business."

"You're leaving me again?"

He kissed her forehead, again, now amused by her sudden look of terror, and responded, laughingly, "That's sweet of you to care. Don't worry, I'll be just outside the door. Oh, and remember, you asked me how you could make some money. Now's your chance."

When Jack closed the door, Munch asked Brittany, "Care for a drink?"

"Sure, a little."

Brittany's adrenalin and nerves were still redlining from the shoot. Sipping at her scotch took the edge off.

Munch sat back in his chair, and made his pitch, "You did good today, sweetheart. You have the makings of a real star."

"Yeah, a porn star."

Munch noted her sarcasm. "There are worse things, and the stigma of being one isn't what it used to be. I tell yah, I can really use a talent like yours."

"Who knew I had so much talent for sucking dick. Oh wait, I meant cock."

Munch noted her reference to their past argument. "You really are a pistol. It's a good attitude to have in front of the camera, and a real ball-busting downer behind one."

"Sorry. I get snippy when I'm tense. Could I have another drink?"

Munch liked it when they start hitting the sauce hard. It made negotiations easier. Pouring her an overly generous amount, he cut to the chase, "Are you going to let me use your talent?"

Brittany took a large gulp. Although the scotch burned on the way down, it ballooned up nice and warm in her chest.

She couldn't believe she was having this conversation, let alone, seriously considering going through with it, but she saw few options. "How much would I make?"

"I can tell you not ten grand a scene. This was a onetime deal. Jack told you that, right?"

"Yeah, you owed him favors."

"Just as long as you understand. Since you're new, you'll be starting out at base scale. The more scenes you do, the more you earn, and the dollars really add up if you do more exotic scenes rather than vanilla."

"Vanilla?"

"You with just one guy pounding your pussy. Two guys, and the fee just about doubles. Add a girl for a little lesbo action, still more, and so on. One of the real high dollar acts is what you did tonight." Munch paused for a second as if in thought, then continued using a tone of admiration, "I got to tell you, honey, usually it takes the girls a few weeks to work themselves up enough to do a gangbang, but you...oh man, you were smoke..."

Brittany cut him off, "Munch, I know you're just trying to pay me a compliment, but it isn't helping."

"Sorry, sweetheart. As I was saying, in the first year you should clear anywhere between 75 to 100 grand, depending on how much you work. If, and when, you make a name for yourself, and I have no doubt you will, you could take home 250 large. Get a contract with one of the big boy production companies, and sky's the limit. I can guarantee that if you manage your money right, you can retire after five years, living on easy street."

"Funny, I would think I'm too old for this."

"Ten years ago that would be true, but no longer. There will be an earning ceiling for you that the younger girls won't encounter, though, but porn is really opening up. It's really gone mainstream. There's so much variety on the Internet, and everyone's watching. Mommy and MILF vids are a particularly hot item, and those genres are right in your wheelhouse. Now with the Boomers retiring and Viagra, there's a big demand for older mature and granny vids. A big demographic, the Boomers, deep pockets with lots of excess cash. They'll be watching porn for years to come. Really, a girl could enter the business at eighteen, retire at sixty-five, and have constant work. What do you say?"

Her head was spinning from the scotch. Closing her eyes, she tried to think about everything Munch said, but she could only focus on two diametrically opposed thoughts. They rattled around in her brain like ball bearings in a tumbler:

The money sounds right. But it's goddamn porn! An awful lot of money for a couple hours work. It's fucking porn! But the money... Porn! But I need the... Porn! No! It's just sex, and women around the world do it every day for a lot less.

"I'll do it," she said with a certain degree of confidence.

Munch slaps his desk hard in celebration, and making Brittany jump. "That's my girl!" Taking some papers out of his desk, he walked over to Brittany and handed them to her. Munch continued talking as Brittany looked them over, "These are forms you'll need to sign before leaving tonight. The first is a release granting me property and trademark rights for any footage I shoot of you. It just says the video is mine, and mine alone, to do with as I wish. The second item is a standard contract. Mostly it lists the sex acts and what I'll pay you for performing them. Before the next shoot, we'll sit down, agree what you'll be doing, and then you'll sign it. In short, it's a price agreement for services, as well as providing me some legal protection."

Looking at the contract form, Brittany noted that Munch has already filled it out for a video titled, 'Horny Frat Mom Gangbang.' Below the title, and some legalese bullshit, are two columns of itemized sex acts and their dollar amounts. One of the acts, 'No-holes-barred gangbang,' is circled, and the standard five thousand dollar price for the act is crossed out, and replaced with a hand written ten thousand dollar amount.

Brittany continued reading the other items, saying them aloud, "Cum in mouth...facial...spit roasting. Spit roasting? What's that?"

"That's where one guys does you from behind and another guy is at your front," Munch answered.

"Oh. That makes sense," Brittany giggled, visualizing the situation. She continued reading, "Double penetration...Double..." She stops. Looking up at Munch, she asked with wide-eyed disbelief, "Double dick anal?"

"As you can see, that's a big ticket item. Almost as much as a gangbang. Had a girl who specialized in it too, but I lost her to another production company."

Brittany said, panicky, "I don't have to do all these things, do I?"

Taking the forms back, he answered with a chuckle, "No. You can do whatever you're comfortable with. We'll work out beforehand what you're going to do. However, the more exotic, the more money. Remember, you don't want to do vanilla all the time. There're plenty of girls right out of high school who can do that. We good?"

Brittany nodded her head.

"Good, first item down. Now, Candy, I need a last name to make the release and contract offer official, and please, I'm begging you, don't tell me it's Samples or O'Plenty, although you've got the tits for both."

Brittany was a tad disappointed. She liked the name, O'Plenty. It went along with her heritage. She tried running possible names through her head, but the scotch was definitely having an effect on clear thinking. Every name she came up with sounded idiotic to her. She even entertained a last name of 'Corn,' but only briefly. Frustrated with herself, she answered, "Why don't you choose one for me, Munch. You're better at this than me."

"Okay first, let's ditch the Candy for Candice. There are almost as many Candys as stiff dicks in the industry. You want to be unique. Besides, Candice is classier. For a last name, how about Mason, it's short, but strong, and easy for your potential fans to remember. How does that sound?"

"Candice Mason," she repeated to herself. "Fine, it's better than what I could come up with."

"Excellent. Now we touch on the last and most important item. Before I have you sign the forms, there's something I need you to do."

Noticing the sizable budge in his pants, Brittany guessed what that 'something' is, but hesitates.

Seeing the look of comprehension in her eyes, as well as the hesitation, Munch caresses her cheek while saying, soothingly, "It's just a onetime thing I require to seal our deal together. All my girls have to do it. You can tell me no, but I'll just rip up the contracts."

By now, it was an easy decision for her to make. She'd just been gangbanged by a platoon of circus freaks, why not blow a dwarf?

Reaching for his zipper, Munch took her by the arm, pulling her out of the chair. "Time for that later, right now there's something else I want to do. Ever since I saw it sticking straight up at me during the shoot, I can't get it out of my mind."

Bending her over the desk, Munch sits in the chair behind her. Then, with the dexterity of a concert pianist, his chubby fingers simultaneously flip her skirt onto her back and slide her panties to the floor.

Seconds later, Brittany feels her buttocks being spread, followed by a warm, wet tongue tickling her anus.

In between long, low moans, Brittany quietly said, "Just...my luck...another ass man."

********

While waiting for Brittany, Jack's thoughts centered on what he had seen earlier and what Munch had just told him, and getting hard in the process.

Jack had always been a total alpha dog, and hated sharing his women. He didn't do 'seconds,' as he put it to Brittany after their last meet.

Jack always made allowances for the married ones to go on fucking their husbands so that they could continue to keep up appearances; but once they reached this stage of the relationship, earning money by selling tail, Jack would begin backing away from them.

As for Brittany, once he set up the rendezvous between her and the two cousins, he felt their relationship had changed. Now that she would be earning, he saw his role exclusively as a full-time protector and manager—taking his cut, of course—but not as a lover.

However, she has something, something that moves him, causing him to desire her more than any other woman he's known. He can't put his finger on what it is, exactly, but it is making him rethink his personal code about 'seconds.'

He smiled to himself, remembering some of his first words to her. 'You're really not my type,' he had told her. In light of his present feelings, that idea had become absurd.

Munch said she had the 'It factor,' whatever that was; but yeah, she had It, and she certainly did it for Jack.

As he was contemplating Brittany's 'It factor,' Kim slid up alongside him. Giving him a friendly hip-bump, she asked, "Hey Jack, whatcha doing?"

"Hey...ah, Kim, waiting for Br...ah, Candy," Jack answered, wincing he almost let slip Brittany's real name, again.

Kim caught the slip, however, and said, laughingly. "Don't worry. We all use fakes. Sometimes I fuck up myself. I remember signing a check once with my stage name. That was embarrassing, especially since the guy recognized my name. Then again, I got a free DVD player out of it. Well, almost free. I gave him a blowjob rather than a check. Hey, how long have you known Candy?"

"A few months."

"How'd you two meet?"

Jack responded with slight irritation in his voice, "It's better I don't tell you."

"Oh, okay. I don't mean to pry. I'm just chit-chatting. I want to tell you I think Candy's a doll, an absolute doll. Everyone thinks so. All the guys went nuts over her."

"That's what Munch said."

"Say, when Candy gets done with Munch, you think the three of us can do something?"

Jack wondered where she was going with this. It was obvious she was 'beating around the bush' about something, and he hated obfuscation. "Kim, if you have something on your mind, just spit it out."

"Well, I'm pretty sure Munch is going to sign her on. You know, bring her into his stable: Munch Price's galaxy of porn stars. Anyway, it was pretty obvious to everyone on the set today that she's not that comfortable with girls."

Jack caught her drift. Lifting an eyebrow, he said with fake surprise, "Yeah?"

Kim stepped closer to him. Playing with his tie in a teasing manner, she responded, matter-of-factly, "Umm, hmm. The thing is she's going to have to go down on a girl sometime if she stays in the business. It's expected of us. So I was thinking we could all go back to my place and I could give her some quality, hands-on training."

Just then, Brittany comes stumbling out of Munch's office with her hair having that, 'just fucked hard' look. Readjusting her skirt, bra, and blouse, she muttered, "Horny little fuck."

Storming up to Jack, she slapped him full across the cheek as hard as she could, and yells, "You deserved that! You and your fucking favors!"

While laughing and clapping, uproariously, Kim yells, "Yeah! Pixie Dominatrix, I think I love you!"

Jack rubbed his cheek, and smelling liquor on her breath, asked, "Are you drunk?"

"Not nearly enough!"

Jack tried not to laugh. "I take it you didn't sign."

Storming away for him in the direction of the warehouse exit, she answered loudly, "I have another shoot on Monday. And I have to get something called a 'Hollywood' before then."

Kim shouts, stopping Brittany in her tracks, "It's a full bikini wax that includes the...ah...well, you know...the area around the backdoor."

Brittany stared at her for a moment, mouth agape. "That's just great! I guess I'm supposed to get a tongue stud next!" Turning away, she stormed toward the exit for a few steps before shouting over her shoulder, "Well come on! I need another fucking drink!"



Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 08



For those new to the story, Crossfire began as a moderate non-consent/reluctance tale, but has shifted into other genres—such as with the current installment—along the way.

A mild trigger: other than the usual sexual happenings surrounding a nice, girl-boy-girl free-for-all, there's just a smidgen of light anal thrown into the mixed.

**

After the shoot at the warehouse, the three of them ended up back at the motel Jack and Brittany used for their trysts. Along the way, Jack picked up a bottle of single malt. The same brand Munch served.

They sat around for a while, talking and drinking. Most of the conversation centered on what Brittany experienced that day.

Kim continued giving Brittney pointers on what to do in front of the camera, as well as more specific information about the business behind the scenes. Kim also gave Brittany the name of a salon that does professional waxing. Nervous about exposing herself, yet again, to a new set of strangers, as well as the pain of the procedure, Brittany begged Kim to tag along. Kim agreed without hesitation.

After a while, the two were in a constant state of mirth, Brittany, more so. What with the scotch, and that she was back in the friendly confines of the motel room, her mood lightened up considerably from before.

As the girls talked, Jack contemplated other things while thoughtfully sipping his scotch.

The girls noted his overly quiet behavior, but didn't push the issue with him. As he seemed preoccupied with other things, the girls left him alone.

Their conversation soon turned toward Brittany's upcoming shoot. Kim poured them another scotch, while asking her, "Did Munch fill you in on what you'll be doing Monday?"

"Not really, just that I'll be working with a Maggie Saint something or other."

"Magdalene St. Croix?"

"That's it. What's she like?"

"She's about your age, tall, brunette, nice tits, better legs, does a lot of mother-son incest vids and MILF stuff. Whatever you do, don't call her Maggie. She hates that name, but she loves sucking cock and cunt. She's a real switch-hitting, mommy Domme. You should have fun. Did Munch mention anyone else, or is it just going to be a lesbo?"

"He said something about two guys, but I don't remember their names." Pausing a moment, a look of concern crossed her face before she continued, "Munch called them boys, and said it in a way that sounded...odd. He's not talking about teenage boys, is he?" 

Hearing the anxiety in Brittany's voice over possibly doing young males, Jack almost reminded her how she ended up in this situation in the first place, but held his tongue.

Kim laughed before answering. "No. That's Munch's way of saying they look way younger than their age. They'll be men for sure, but real baby faces. Sounds like Munch has you lined up for a little mother-son foursome. Don't be surprised if Magdalene eats your pussy while the other guys are fucking you."

Kim noticed Brittany's face turning as red as her hair at the mention of a woman going down on her. Seeing a nice segue to the real purpose of her visit, Kim took Brittany's hand in a soothing manner, while asking, "Are you going to be all right with it, if it comes up?"

"You think Munch will want me to...you know...reciprocate?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Kim responded, "He'll probably give you a pass this time if you're not comfortable. He doesn't like pushing the actors if they're not ready. One thing's for sure, with Magdalene, there will definitely be some girl on girl action, whether it's in your contract or not. The girl can't help herself. And with you, she definitely won't be able to help herself. I wouldn't worry, though. She'll probably be your huckleberry and stay a bottom this time.

Kim could tell Brittany was still worried. Smoothing Brittany's hair in a loving manner, she said, "Remember, we talked about this. Munch may give you a pass for a while, but eventually you are going to have to go down on a girl. So it's probably best to do it sooner, rather than later."

Brittany was staring at her with an innocent expression, one that reminded Kim of a little girl lost in a wide world. Seeing Brittany's luscious, pouty lips, Kim leaned into her with her own lips slightly parted, preparing to kiss her.

Shooting out of the chair as if it was on fire, Brittany blurted out, "I have to pee," before quickly making her way to the bathroom.

Kim lets out a heavy sigh as she laid back on the bed, frustrated at Brittany's nonresponse.

"Almost. Keep trying," she heard Jack say.

Kim laughed brightly. Looking over at Jack, she saw him staring back at her with a warm smile. "I have a confession to make. I'm not very good at seduction, never have been. I always let my tits and ass hook the guys. Are there any tips you can give me concerning Candice? You seem to have a way with her."

"Keep plugging away. You already have a good start. You know what they say, liquor is quicker, and she's been hitting it pretty hard."

She asked, tongue in cheek, "Is that liquor, or lick her?"

"I think one's going to lead to the other before the evenings over."

Laughing again, "I hope so. Ever since I had her try on wigs, all I want to do is kiss her lips. She's a doll." Shifting gears, Kim sat up, asking, "Hey, I always wanted to ask why you never try anything with any of us after a shoot, like Munch's other friends?"

Jack thinks about the question for a moment before answering. "It had to do with an old, personal code of mine that I'm soon to break."

"I can understand that, I guess. You wouldn't believe the number of blowjobs you'd get if you hung out at the after parties."

"Yeah?" he asks, amused.

"Oh yeah, all of us girls think you're hot, and all of us are wondering what kind of package you got." She giggled with slight embarrassment before continuing, "Particularly Nika, the cutesy black girl with the short fro, she's got it bad for you. She practically drools all over her boobs every time she sees you."

Jack replied, half-jokingly, "I'll have to remember that next time. Maybe I'll invite both of you over. Get some salt and pepper action."

"Yummy, it's a date."

They heard the toilet flush, and then the sink running.

Before Brittany came back, Jack said, quietly, "About Candice, full frontal assault works best. Not too hard, but firm. Don't let her scooch away this time."

Kim was standing at the end of the bed as Brittany left the bathroom.

Brittany started to say, "Sorry it took so long. With all that scotch, I really had to...," when Kim takes her head into her hands and gives her a long, sweet kiss, silencing her.

Kim continued holding Brittany's head as they stared at each other for a long while.

Finally, Brittany asked, "Just kissing...only with the lips, okay?"

Kim smiled and cupped Brittany's cheek, while answering, "We'll see."

When Brittany showed no sign of moving away, Kim kissed her again, and continued without pause. What started out as a long, gentle pressing of the lips, soon turned into something more, as Kim slipped her tongue into Brittany's mouth.

Jack watched as the two women moved to the bed. Laying Brittany on her back, Kim renewed their kiss, both of them passing their tongues wildly between them. Kim had a hand on one of Brittany's breasts, and playfully massaged her through her blouse. It wasn't long before Brittany's hardened nipples clearly showed through the fabric.

They each took turns on top. Playfully rolling from one side of the bed to the other in wild abandon as their mouths remain locked together, both grasping and squeezing at the other's breasts or running firm, yet gentle, fingers through each other's hair.

On one such roll around, Kim ended up on top, straddling Brittany's waist. Brittany looked up at her with a smoky allure in her eyes, her lips glistening with sweet moisture from their kisses.

Taking hold of the front collar of Brittany's shirt, Kim ripped her blouse open with a laugh. Buttons fly in all directions. Brittany reciprocated, laughing as she tears open Kim's shirt. Both of them giggled as they pulled and tugged at their remaining clothes, quickly disrobing each other.

Still on top, and kneeling with advantage, Kim bent forward to renew their embrace. Their kissing becomes softer, slow and long, wet bites to their lips, ending each time with them sucking lovingly on their tongues. All the while, their hands dance playfully about, fully exploring each other's body.

Kissing and caressing soon leads to sucking, as Kim scoots forward, pressing a breast to Brittany's waiting mouth.

As Brittany sweetly played with Kim's breasts with hands and mouth, Kim softly talks to her, giving her direction and encouragement.

Spurred on by something Kim said, Brittany grabs both of Kim's breasts in her hands, and while firmly pressing them together, she sucks and licks each in turn.

They rolled over again, so that Brittany was straddling Kim. Brittany held Kim's hands flat on the bed, outstretched above her head, as her large breasts hang enticingly above Kim's face.

Lifting her head off the sheets, Kim aggressively licked and nipped at Brittany's heavy mounds with her lips. Brittany toyed with her, causing her breasts to swing to and fro and brush along Kim's nose and cheeks. As each breast passed by her mouth, Kim tried in vain to catch one or the other with her mouth. 

Seeing the frustration in Kim's face, Brittany teased, laughingly, "You want these?"

"Yes."

"Say please."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top."

Releasing Kim's hands, Kim immediately wrapped them around Brittany's back, and buried her face fully between her breasts, taking great sucking bites to each in turn.

As Kim sucked on a hardened nipple, she continued to caress Brittany with her hands.

Brittany responded with loud moans of pleasure. Then, holding one of her tits firmly, she presses it against Kim's mouth.

Latching onto Brittany's offered breast, Kim's hands fell away as she sucked hard while lapping at the nipple with her tongue.

Moments later, Jack saw Kim's hand between Brittany's legs, massaging just the outer folds with her palm.

It was so painfully erotic for him seeing them both at play. Brittany's head, tilted up with her eyes closed striking an angelic pose as she loudly moans, as Kim, with Brittany's tits secured between her tightened lips, lovingly rubs her friend's groin with a gentle, circular motion.

Although he felt the urge to join them in their blissful, Sapphic moment, he stayed seated and only watched, wanting them to romp on their own a little longer.

When Kim finally parted Brittany's folds, dipping a finger into her saturated opening, she commented, "You are wetter than a March rain."

Brittany reached around and slipped her finger into Kim. "Look who's talking."

Both laughed like schoolgirls as Brittany lay fully on Kim, pressing and rubbing their breasts together as they continued to laugh and kiss.

After a few more minutes of play, Kim said, "I think we're ready for our special treat. Oh, Jack."

Then, both of them called out in chorus, "Oh, Jack. It's time for you to play with us."

Jack chuckled at their friskiness, saying, "I'm having too much fun watching you two have fun."

Brittany says softly to Kim, "Why that sneak, he isn't going to play with us." Then pausing a moment as if in thought, Brittany finishes with, "Wait, I know what we can do. Jack is a real ass man."

Sliding off Kim, Brittany positioned herself on hands and knees, pointing her ass directly at Jack.

Seeing what Brittany was doing, Kim copied her. Now, both of their asses were pointing straight at him.

If Jack didn't have a massive hard-on before, he had one now, as the two wiggled their rears and bumped their hips together, all while saying, simultaneously, "Jack, time to play with us."

Brittany then added, melodically, "Come on Jack. Four warm holes available. No waiting."

"Make that six," Kim corrected, laughingly.

"Oops, I keep forgetting about guys and their blowjobs."

Kim turned her head around to look at Jack, and said, teasingly, "He's still sitting there. Now I'm really wondering what you're hiding in your pants."

Brittany whispered something into Kim's ear that Jack couldn't hear.

Kim looked at her wide-eyed, exclaiming, "Really!"

"Really. My pussy didn't stop quivering for days."

Upon hearing the news, Kim flipped around and sat facing Jack. She teased a finger around her pussy while saying, "Okay, now you've got to let me see it, just so I can make everyone jealous on the set."

Although it was killing him, and his cock pressed uncomfortably hard against his trousers, he still wouldn't move or say a word.

The battle of wills had begun.

Kim went into full porn star mode. "Still playing hard to get, huh?" Sliding up and kneeling alongside Brittany, she grabbed her ass with both hands. "I hear you're an ass man, Jack, and Candice has such a fine, tight ass," she commented, kissing Brittany all along the top and flanks of her buttocks.

Then spreading her cheeks, giving Jack a wide-open view of what he desired most in a woman, Kim dropped a large split ball right at the top of Brittany's cleft.

Jack watched the ball of saliva slowly creep down through Brittany's crack, like a silvery tear of joy trickling down a woman's cheek. His cock strained against his pants at the visual. He was sure the zipper would bust open at any second.

Just as the remnants of the watery pearl crossed Brittany's anus, Kim put a finger to it, moistened Brittany's anal opening, and inserted her finger all the way in.

She wasn't done with her raunchy, porn star display, however. Reaching underneath Brittany with her other hand, she parts the folds of Brittany's labia while running another finger, from clit to opening and back again, between her obviously slickened and swollen lips.

Looking over at Jack, she continued fingering both holes, adding more kisses around Brittany's rosy globes. Then winking, said, "You know what I like to do with a real ass man, Jack. I like to watch as he pounds a girl's tight ass into submission. I love seeing his thick, pumping rod stretching her tight hole, and absolutely love hearing his heavy balls slapping against her pussy, making her scream and squirt. Then, just as he's about to shoot his hot load deep in her ass, I lay my head right at top of her cheeks, just like this, so he can shoot his heavy load into my hungry mouth. Ass to mouth, Jack. Ass to mouth."

The masculine will is lost in battle as Jack stood up and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. "You slutty bitches are too much for me."

The ladies burst out into wild, mirthful laughter, as they high-fived each other in wonderful camaraderie.

"Gets them every time," Kim said, proudly.

Brittany was sitting up by now and still laughing when Kim grabbed her breasts, pushing her onto her back. Then, without word or fanfare, she buried her face into Brittany's warm, wet vulva.

Brittany let out a loud, "Jesus," as Kim buried her tongue deep into her opening, her nose lewdly pressing against her clit. Wetting a thumb with Brittany's moisture, she slipped it deftly into her ass, as her other hand roughly plays with her tits. Brittany arched her back to the massaging hand, moaning wildly in total ecstasy.

Kim's mouth was everywhere on Brittany's pussy. Licking, tonguing, sucking and nibbling all about her labia and clit. Kim pressed her face even harder into her groin, smearing it with Brittany's warm flavor, as she again slipped her tongue deep into her hole.

Brittany clamped a hand over Kim's massaging one, pressing both into her tits. Sliding her other hand down, she felt Kim's cheeks and jaws feverishly working on her pussy, her tongue darting hither and yon between clit and perineum. Unexpectedly, the sensation of feeling another woman's face tight against her vulva was sending her arousal screaming toward climax.

At that moment, full of newfound lust for another woman, Brittany saw Jack's cock, thick and hard, pulsating close to her face. She never saw anything look more beautiful and erotic in her life.

Lifting her head off the bed, she rasped, breathlessly, "Give it to me. Use my mouth like it was my cunt."

She then opened her mouth wide and waited for what she most desired.

Jack cupped the back of her head, giving her support, and pulled her onto him.

Brittany grabbed his balls to pull him closer, and sucked on his meaty cock as if it were her life's essence.

The taste and feel of him sliding along and against her tongue and cheeks was all the trigger she needed. Shivers coursed through her body as her climax crashed over her. Even though she was well within the throes of release, Brittany continued holding Jack's balls, sucking his cock with an ever-growing force and passion.

She hoped Jack would also come, making the moment complete, but he has too much control to let that happen. As such, she dropped her head down, momentarily spent as her climax waned.

Looking up at him, Jack was staring back at her with that smile that made her heart skip and breasts tingle. She asked, "Did I even get you close?"

"Emerald-eyes, you're going to have to do better than that. I was barely in your mouth before you had your blast-off."

She played lovingly with his hard-on, as an impish grin creased her lips, "Someday I'll get you."

"The night's still young."

Kim continued teasing Brittany's pussy with her lips, when she finally caught sight of John's erection sticking out straight and hard just above Brittany's face.

Kim uttered a small laugh out of surprise, before commenting excitedly, "Oh Candice doll, you weren't kidding! No wonder your pussy quaked for days on end. Look at how thick it is!"

Answering with a mirthful tone, Brittany said, "Told you. You should have heard the gulping sound I made when I first saw it. I'm pretty sure the neighbors did."

Kim said, as she slowly crawled her way up to Jack, "Jack, don't move. Don't you dare move. This is going to be so hot."

With Kim fully on top of Brittany, they lay face to face with Jack's cock quivering between them. With a wink, Kim said to Brittany, "Time to give Jacky boy a little over-under suck-suck."

With moist, pursed lips, the women slid their faces all along his cock, sucking, kissing, and licking their respective sides. Neither hurried, taking a slow, deliberate journey along its length, spending only moments with nibbling lips or a quick tongue at any one spot.

The contrasting styles between the two women was exquisite, each using their own brand of pleasure; Kim, using more tongue, flicking it quickly as she moved along the shaft, while Brittany, using her soft lips, nips and kisses the more sensitive underside of his shaft.

Between quick flicks, Kim asked, "You ever think about doing porn yourself, Jack? With your rugged good looks and this tool, you'd be an instant star." She flicked at his shaft a little more, and then sang, "You ought to be in pictures, this cock'll make you a star." Brittany chimed in as well, until both were singing the stanza together.

Jack, slightly irritated by their mirthfulness, placed a firm hand on the back of Kim's neck and gently pushed her head down, pressing her mouth and his cock into Brittany. "That's enough of that, you slutty bitches. Mouths are for sucking, not singing."

"Yes sir," they giggled in unison, before they attended to his cock with lustful fury, taking hard sucking bites and long, slavering licks rapidly along his shaft; Brittany running her mouth in one direction, Kim in the other.

Now that their singing and laughter had stopped, only the sharp sounds of their hard, sucking kisses mixed with their heavy sighs were heard. Faster and faster, they slid their sensual mouths along his stick, plastering Jack's cock with a heavy coat of saliva, all while sending rivers of pleasure coursing through his groin.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 08



On one such transit, Brittany found herself kissing and licking him low on his shaft, her cheek sweetly caressing Jack's heavy hanging balls. They were too enticing for her to leave alone. Sighing deeply, she murmured, "God, I love the feel of your smooth sack," and then latches on one of his balls with her lips and pulling it into her mouth. At the same time, Kim, situated on the opposite end of Jack's cock, opened her mouth wide and sucked him inside.

Used to servicing large tools from difficult angles, Kim was able to pull Jack's cock over halfway in before beginning a long, slow head bob along his shaft. Also a purveyor of the sloppy blowjob, Kim often moved off Jack's cock to attend more lovingly with hard, sucking kisses to his member, and each time she removed Jack from her mouth, she released a heavy flood of saliva that dripped off his shaft, and onto Brittany's shoulder. Then, she would gather the excess spit still clinging to Jack with her hand, and use it as a fine lubricant to stroke his shaft as she sucked. Before long, and with repeated use of her slathering technique, her spit dripped from her fingers as heavy, liquid strands.

Through all of Kim's messy attentions, Brittany continued to tongue, lick, and suck Jack's testicles. The feel of Jack's smooth sack against her lips and tongue, coupled with the sounds of Kim's sloppy blowjob, had a wonderful effect on her arousal, ramping her sexual excitement even higher than she'd ever experienced. Wrapping her lips tightly around one of his balls, she pulled it well away from Jack's body, stretching his sack as one stretches a rubber band. There, she batted the apricot-sized ball gently with her tongue before releasing it. Then licking at some of the saliva that drips off Kim's stroking fingers, adding moisture to her lips, she'd repeat the technique.

It was a new sensation for Jack, having his balls attended to in such a rough, almost harsh, manner; it added a different dimension of ecstasy to his rapid climb toward climax. Yet, even more than the feelings imparted, the visual of Brittany's slutty exhibition was nearly as powerful at stimulating his libido.

Staring up dreamily into his eyes, and seeing the look of lustful awe stamped on his face, Brittany over-exaggerated her slutty display, pulling his ball and sack well away from behind his cock so that he can see her sucking on it as a child sucks on a large jawbreaker.

He couldn't take much more before losing control. As Brittany releases his ball, Jack quickly pulls away, grumbling, "You slutty bitches are too much for me."

Brittany and Kim clasped hands and laughed. "Score another one for the ladies," Kim said, gleefully

Jack also laughed at nearly being bested, as he slid his head between Brittany's legs.

The two women continued with their mirth, giggling and kissing, when Jack bit Kim on the buttocks, making her squeal. She slid up and away from him with a bright laugh, as he buried his face in Brittany's warm, wet, and oh so inviting pussy.

Brittany squealed in delight.

Shifting well forward and straddling Brittany's head, Kim stared down at her with a fervent look, and said, "It's time to give you some acting lessons. I'm going to play Magdalene, the supreme mommy Domme, and your son is tasting pussy for the first time. It's his mommy's, and he loves it. You can tell by what he's doing, smearing mommy's luscious juices all over his face as he tongues your hot hole." Lowering her pussy fully onto Brittany's mouth, she finished, "I think it's time mommy tasted pussy as well. Eat me, you horny bitch!"

Jack continued servicing Brittany as he watched and listened to Kim's slutty direction with rapt attention.

"Tongue my hole to start," Kim commanded, "That's right, work it all the way in."

As Brittany slid her tongue deep into Kim's pussy, Kim added a little hip shift, grinding and raking her pussy across Brittany's mouth. Brittany's nose was a bonus for Kim, as it repeatedly hit her hardened clit each time she moved her hips.

Looking through Kim's legs, Jack saw Brittany's chin wiggling and wagging as she worked her tongue all around Kim's dripping hole. The view of a subservient Brittany was even more sensual for Jack, seeing the thin trickles of saliva mixed with Kim's arousal glistening on her chin.

Now and again, Brittany's tongue came into view, forced out of its hole by Kim's gyrations, slipping backwards to lap and tickle Kim's perineum.

Kim moved her hands around to massage her own ass when she felt Brittany's tongue dancing so precariously close to her anus. By her body language, it was obvious Kim wanted Brittany to go digging deeper between her buttocks. Kim even spread her cheeks wide, giving her submissive a clear opening, but Brittany declined the offer, and she went back to tonguing Kim's pussy.

Kim would not be denied the pleasure of Brittany's quick tongue to her backdoor. Shifting her hips forward, again, she commanded, loudly, "Tongue it!"

Brittany whimpered, "No," and planted her tongue back into Kim's vulva.

Lifting herself off Brittany's face, Kim pleads with a softer tone, "Please. I'm clean. Just a little bit. The guys never will do it, but it gets me so fucking hot when in happens."

"You bitch," Brittany grumbled, but her actions belie the reluctance in her voice as she clamps her hands firming to Kim's ass and pushes her face fully up and between her cleft.

Kim squealed at the sudden, pleasurable jolts imparted by Brittany's tongue to her anus, and yelled, "Oh, pixie Dominatrix, now I know I love you!"

Spurred on by her friend's enthusiasm, Brittany added lustful enthusiasm of her own, raking and flicking her tongue roughly from hole to hole.

Kicking the eroticism up a notch, Kim grabs the headboard for support, and repeatedly slides her bottom forward and back across Brittany's raking tongue.

Overcome by the sweet visual of the two women at play, Jack clasped his lips onto Brittany's clit, and while sucking hard, roughly flicked his tongue all around her hard, slick pebble.

Brittany reacted immediately, moaning loud and long, as she brings her hands back up and around Kim's legs. Clasping them tightly over Kim's thighs, she pulled Kim's pussy down tight against her mouth.

Kim pants more directions, "Junior's such a good boy and so talented, eating mommy with such enthusiasm, making mommy so hot for my pussy and my ass. Now it's time to give me the real fire, mommy. Play with my pussy lips on your way to my clit."

Brittany nibbled and licked Kim's protruding labia as she shifted her head ever so slowly toward the top of her pussy. When she felt Kim's hard button brushing her upper lip, she used her quickly flicking tongue to bat it about from all sides. Then, when Brittany pulled it full into her mouth, sucking and flicking at it hard, Kim clamped her hands onto Brittany's head, pulling her even tighter against her groin.

Kim felt the sudden climb deep within her, moving her quickly to climax. Wanting to slow things down, she added more direction, "You're sucking my pussy so well, getting me so juicy. Tongue my hole again, honey. Lap it all up...oh yes, deeper! Work it baby...work it in deep. Now hop back on my clit like a good girl...Jesus! Oh Jesus Christ, you're good! God, Magdalene's going to be overjoyed working with you."

Jack continued working on Brittany's clit while adding two fingers to the mix by slipping them into her vulva. Then, with the lightest of touches, he rubs them up against the dorsal wall of her cunt.

Brittany arched her back to the overwhelming verbal and physical assault from her two partners. What with Kim's slutty tongue working on her psyche and Jack's skillful one working between her legs, Brittany fast approached Nirvana.

The moment Jack was waiting for had arrived. Quickly moving forward, he rammed his cock all the way in Brittany's pussy, and pounds into her with lustful force.

Feeling him working his thick cock deep into Brittany, Kim leaned back into Jack and wrapped her arms behind his head. Nuzzling her nose against his cheek, she said, barely heard above Brittany's loud moans and grunts, "Welcome to the party. Save some of that thick cock for me."

As her arousal gathered force, Brittany had all but given up attending to Kim, although she continued to dig her nails deep into the flesh of Kim's thighs.

Suddenly, Brittany went dead silent as the air quickly left her lungs as the impending wave builds. Gasping for breath, the rising tide swept all thought and memory away. Through the thick haze of building euphoria, she heard Kim dimly say, as if she were talking from a faraway world, "You love your son pounding your pussy. Tell me, is he better than his father? Given your loud moans of delight and your wide-eyed look of wonder, I'd say he is. Tell your son you love his big, fat cock in mommy's cunt. Go on, tell him you love..."

"I love him," Brittany screamed, as the first wave slammed into her. "Jesus, I love him!" she screamed again as another wave slammed into her. "Oh, I love him! I love him!"

Crying and screaming, simultaneously, though each surge of ecstasy, just as she had done the other day, Brittany draped her arms over her face to hide her tears, and repeated her declaration well after the last wave receded, "I love him!"

When the screaming stops and Brittany lays panting in exhausted bliss, Kim touched her cheek, saying, "I guess it's true. Once you go Jack, you never go back."

Brittany laughs brightly, no longer caring if he knows it or not. She had reached a catharsis. Finally having her feelings expressed in the open, for him to hear, gave her an overwhelming sense of calm relief.

Does he feel the same way about me? Probably not, she thought.

It doesn't matter, however. She was his, now and forever. That's what matters most. He could do with her what he pleased because he owns her. Lock, stock, and one hot, smoking rod of a barrel, pointed directly at her heart, he owns her. Brittany has finally accepted it, and she loved it and him.

Jack just stared at her as she stared back at him. He could tell Brittany wanted him to say something, anything, give acceptance or assurance. Hell, even rejection would be fine. It wouldn't change her feelings for him, but at least acknowledge something. He stayed mute, however, leaving her in frustration.

Kim finally broke the awkward silence that fell over the room. Brushing her nose against his cheek again, she said, "I hope you saved something for me."

Relieved by the distraction of not having to deal with Brittany's declaration, Jack wrapped his strong arms around Kim's waist and fell backwards onto the bed, pulling her along with him. She squealed with delight. Turning to face him, she said, "Woman on top. Me likey."

"Women on top suit me just fine," he answered with a grin, "But face the other way."

A sly grin creased her lips. "I like your style."

Shifting around so that she was sitting in reverse cowgirl, Kim snuggles her pussy right up against his erection. Tapping Brittany's still prostrate form, she said, "Candice, honey, come over here and service Jacky-boy for me. I think he's gone a little soft."

Laughing as she moved in front of Kim and Jack, Brittany said with mock irritation, "Jesus, now I have to do everything. And Jack is a lot of things, but soft he isn't."

She went down on him, hard and fast, sucking him with an enthusiasm Jack rarely experienced from anyone.

Loud slurping sounds reverberated throughout the room as Brittany bobbed her head at an almost superhuman rate. Saliva, thick and heavy, ran down his shaft, pushed out past her tightly clamped lips from her forceful exuberance.

"Good girl," Kim sighed, "Get that hard cock slicked up for my pussy. Now, give me a kiss. I want to taste him on you."

They kissed deeply, savoring each other's flavor, while Brittany continued teasing Jack's cock with her fingers.

When their lips finally part, Kim said, breathlessly, "Now, put that fat rod in my pussy like a good bitch."

Kim lifted herself while leaning back, giving Brittany an easy target.

Once Jack's cock was fully inside her pussy, Kim began a slow, but exaggerated, rolling of her hips. Jack let Kim do all the work, enjoying the wonderful view of Kim's ass as it moved forward and back.

Between soft moans and heavy sighs, Kim said, "Candice, baby, it's time for more lessons. You got one hunk and he's fucking just about the most gorgeous chick in the world, and you're odd 'man' out for the moment. Whatcha gonna do..."

Kim didn't finish as Brittany's mouth latched onto one of Kim's breasts.

Closing her eyes to the mounting pleasure, Kim said, "Munch was right, you are a quick learner; in all things."

Brittany's mouth was everywhere on Kim's breasts, kissing, sucking, and licking her hardened nipples in turn. Bringing her hands into play, she held her tits firmly as she nibbled at them with her teeth, and sucked on them with such a force, her mouth made a loud popping sound whenever it came off a breast.

Kim's pelvic rolls quickened at the treatment.

Brittany didn't tarry too long at Kim's breasts as she began a slow descent along her abdomen with Sapphic soft kisses and licks to her body. As she neared Kim's mons, Kim abruptly stopped her pelvic roll, and pulled Jack's cock out of her pussy.

As Jack's cock quivered in the open air, shiny and slick with Kim's arousal, Kim rasped, "Suck it!"

Again, filled with an overriding desire to taste Jack's cock, Brittany recklessly threw her mouth down onto it. She gagged, pulling him in too hard and deep, causing her to release a flood of saliva that flowed, thick and heavy, down his shaft.

She began to like that too, the gagging. It gave her a sense of accomplishment. Jack liked to hear his women gag, and now it made her feel good when she did.

She continued to pull him in deeper, inch-by-inch, forcing her head downward and through the gagging reflex.

Kim saw what she was doing, and said, "Yeah, you like that meaty cock. Pull it all the way in, and down to his nuts! Drool on those big kumquats like a good bitch."

Saliva continued to flow out of her mouth as she tried forcing his cock in further. When she felt her nose brushing low on Kim's mons, Brittany backed off halfway and began a rapid head bob.

Feeling Jack arching his back, pushing his cock further into Brittany's mouth, Kim took Brittany by the head and pulled her up to meet her face.

Long, heavy strings of saliva dripped off Brittany's chin as Kim held her close. Licking up all the excess fluid from around Brittany's mouth, Kim pulled her into her, and kissed her, forcefully. Their lips and tongues pressed wildly together, each taking turns forcing themselves deeper into the other's mouth. Through all this, both of their hands danced lightly along Jack's slick and rigid member.

"Put it back in me. Pussy wants some fun, too," Kim finally said, breathlessly.

Once Brittany slips Jack's cock back in, Kim discarded her pelvic roll, and began bouncing along Jack's cock instead. Loud slapping sounds filled the room each time her dripping groin slammed into Jacks thighs.

As Kim bounced, Brittany laid between Jack's legs. Then, pushing her face into his groin, she pulled his balls fully into her mouth. Slavering copious amounts of saliva all over them first, she let them drop out of her mouth and began to bat at them with a flicking tongue. Hearing Jack moan at the treatment, she latched onto one of his balls tightly with her lips and pulled it well away from his body, just as she had done before.

"Suck on those balls like a good porn star," Kim said, as she continued her bounce, "That's right, baby, let me see you stretch that sack...get that sack full of hot cum...oh, yeah, do it again...god, that's so hot."

Encouraged by Kim's slutty commands, Brittany repeatedly took each of Jack's testicles in her mouth, pulling on them hard while running a quick tongue along its smooth sack. Then, each time she released it, she dove deep into his groin, kissing and licking all around his sack before pulling another ball away from his body with her lips.

When she felt his balls tighten to the point she couldn't pull them away as easily, she continued to mouth them with wet sucking bites of her lips while running a firm tongue along his wrinkling sack.

Taking her mouth lower, she sucked and flicked her tongue wildly at his perineum. Going even lower, her lips touched the cleft of his buttocks. An irresistible desire came over her, a desire to continue deeper, to taste all of him as she had done with Kim.

Just as she tried to slip her tongue between his cheeks, Jack began thrusting up into Kim.

Once Jack took over, Kim stopped her bouncing, letting Jack slam up into her on his own. "That's it Jacky-boy, fuck my pussy, you stud. Come here Candice doll. Bring that hot mouth a little higher."

Brittany did a slow transverse upward, kissing and licking everything along the way.

When she got a good look at Jack's cock stretching and sliding deep into Kim's pussy, so overcome with the eroticism of the moment, she sunk her face fully between Kim's groin, wrapping her lips and tongue around his sliding shaft as it disappeared into Kim's opening.

Jack quickened his pumping, causing his balls to hit Brittany under her chin.

She giggled, and said, almost as a whisper, "Now that's what I call assault with a deadly weapon," before continuing her upward transverse.

When her lips made contact with Kim's swollen labia, she heard her say between loud moans, "There you are. I missed you."

Brittany attacked Kim's pussy as she had just done to Jack's cock, putting her mouth fully over Kim's labia while sucking hard. She slid her tongue all around and within the groove, nipping and biting at her with lips and teeth. Kim squealed with delight as she arched her back, pushing her vulva further forward and hard against Brittany's warm and luscious mouth.

Dirty desires swelled within Brittany's heart, again. She continued sucking and tonguing all around Kim's pussy, while bringing a hand up. Finding Kim's mouth, she slipped her middle finger past her lips. Kim immediately sucked on Brittany's finger as if were Jack's cock.

With her finger sufficiently moistened, Brittany reached around and into the cleft of Kim's buttocks. Finding what she's looking for, she slid her finger all the way in Kim's anus while closing her mouth around Kim's clit, sucking hard and batting it with her tongue.

Kim arched her back further, while tightening her buttocks around Brittany's massaging finger. Uttering a loud groan of pleasure signaling the start of her climax, she chanted, "That's it baby. That's it baby. Oh, that's it...that's it...that's it...fuck me! Fuck my ass with that wicked finger! That's it...that's it...t-that's it...o-oh, you are such a doll!"

Brittany felt Kim's strong release bathing her cheeks and chin, and continued sucking and probing, while Jack slowed his pumping.

Ejaculate continued flowing out of Kim, but soon the force of her climax lessened to just a clear trickle.

Kim continued with a slow pelvic roll, bleeding all the remaining pleasure out of her climax. Finally, she murmured with a heavy sigh, "When you go Candy-Jack, you don't want to go back."

All throughout Kim's respite, Brittany continued to kiss and lick her about the mons and pussy, as well as occasionally taking long, teasing licks across Jack's exposed cock and balls. She laughed brightly when she heard Kim's quip about 'Candy-Jack.' Then tapping Kim's thigh, said, "Okay, you've had your fun. Now, let me have his cock."

Kim didn't move. Instead, she pulled Jack out but remained seated as before, with her pussy nuzzled tightly against his thick shaft.

Covered from cockhead to balls with Kim's arousal and ejaculate, Jack's erection glistened in the ambient light of the room.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 08



Brittany paused a moment to look at it pulsating, slick and shiny, perched as it is snug against Kim's vulva. A wave of bliss flowed through her, making her head spin, as she continued to stare at his member. She never thought she could be this aroused by any object, let along one that had just pleasured another woman.

Brittany commented, almost with a tenor of wonderment, "Wow, sloppy seconds. I think my pussy just squirted again."

She didn't attack him as she had before, instead she gently wrapped a finger and thumb around the base of his cock, sliding her hand slowly all the way up to his cockhead and then down again. "Jesus, you're so fucking hard," she said, breathlessly, before licking Kim's arousal from her fingers.

Brittany sensuously licked and kissed all around Jack's cock, as she looks up at Kim, "I can't tell you how much I love Jack's cock. In my pussy, in my ass," she giggles before finishing, "In your pussy, in your ass, it doesn't matter."

She took a break from her narrative long enough to slowly pull him in. Bobbing her head a few times, she releases a large pool of saliva down his shaft so that it could mingle with Kim's arousal.

Going back to licking and kissing all along his cock, she continued, "The first time he fucked me in the pussy, I had a multiple. For the first goddamn time ever in my life, I fucking came over and over. God, it was mind blowing. I never even came close to feeling that way with my husband. Jack fucked me in three positions with his fat cock, and each time, I had one intense climax after another. I nearly passed out after the last one. He got on top and sort of...you know...pushed it all the way in...grinding it everywhere inside of me...I just...Jesus, I'm about to come thinking about it. Well, from then on, all I want to be is his cock whore."

She paused again, this time rapidly bobbing her head along his shaft, pulling half his cock in before releasing another pool of saliva down the shaft as she came off him.

By now, Kim was feeling the effects of Brittany's slutty tale. Lowering herself, she joined Brittany. There, as the two women faced each other as they had done on the set, they serviced Jack on their respected sides of his cock, each taking long licks interspersed with even longer, great sucking bites with pursed lips to his shaft and head.

Jack was also feeling the effects of Brittany's slutty talk, as well as their treatment, and arched his back ever higher off the bed.

"Then what happened?" Kim asked Brittany, in between mouthfuls of Jack's cock.

"Okay, so although I'm his cock whore and loving every minute of it, I didn't realize it at the time. I still resisted it, denied it to myself. It wasn't until he fucked me in the ass, and the fucking multiples happened again that I admitted it to myself that I'm his cock whore. I mean, I never took it up the ass before, but that whole week after, all I could think about was him, riding me dirty and hoping he wanted to do that to me again."

Just then, Kim blurted out, "Jesus!"

Brittany beamed a smile seeing the wide-eyed look of surprise and pleasure unfolding across Kim's face. Guessing what just happened, Brittany asked, giggling, "How's that tongue of his?"

"Almost as good as his fucking cock! Holy fuck!" Kim answered loudly, before pulling his cock nearly all the way into her mouth and sucking on him, voraciously.

Brittany giggled again, and said, "I think another challenge has been issued. Come on Kim, I bet we can get Jack off before you squirt in his face."

Kim didn't quite understand Brittany's comment about 'challenge,' but she followed her lead, anyway.

Brittany wasn't playing around. She assaulted Jack's cock with the same reckless hunger she'd shown before. This time, however, she brought a hand into play, rapidly stroking his cock at the same tempo she sucked and bobbed her head.

When it was Kim's turn, her eyes were closing to the rising tide of arousal within her, caused by Jack's mischievous tongue. As such, she didn't see Brittany offering her Jack's cock. Taking her by the hair, Brittany pulled her head down, and said in a dominating tone, "Hey, wake up, bitch, it's time to suck cock."

Kim still had her eyes closed, but felt Jack's cock slide into her mouth, and tightened her lips around his shaft and sucked hard. Brittany continued stroking the lower half of his member with a playful hand.

Forcing Kim's head further down as she pumped his cock with her hand, Brittany loudly exclaimed, "Suck that fat cock like a good cock whore!"

Kim gagged, blowing copious amounts of saliva down Jack's shaft.

"Wow! Cock whore porn star got choked on cock," Brittany said, melodiously, "My turn." Throwing her mouth back onto his well-oiled cock, Brittany sucked and stroked him at an even faster rate.

Kim stayed aware this time, and quickly gobbled Jack's cock as far as she can when it was offered to her again.

Back and forth, Brittany passed him, always maintaining a nice stroking rhythm with her hand as each took turns fervently sucking and bobbing their heads.

Seeing the dark purplish hue of his cockhead and the river of pre-cum flowing from the slit, Brittany knew Jack was close to coming, and renewed her slutty commands to Kim to suck cock like a good cock whore.

Jack had his own tricks to play, however. Clamping his hands firmly onto Kim's ass, he buried his face deep into her pussy.

Suddenly, Kim's eyes went wide, as she gasped, "Oh fuck!"

Brittany couldn't hide her disappointment, and yelled, "Don't you come yet, bitch!"

"Oh my fucking god...fuck!"

"Don't you come yet, cock whore. Suck it!"

Pulling Kim's head down again, Brittany stroked his cock as fast as she could.

This time, Brittany won the challenge.

Caught off guard by Jack's powerful ejaculation, Kim came off his cock quickly, coughing and choking on his first blast.

Now, unobstructed by a mouth or face, Jack's next two shots jetted high in the air; one landing on the small of Kim's back and the other right at the top of the cleft of her buttocks, and both with a loud splat.

Brittany quickly pulled him into her mouth. Slowing the pace of her bobbing mouth and stroking hand, she continued receiving one major blast after the other. She swallowed as much as she could, but his cum still oozed out from behind her tightened lips and down his shaft. A stringy mess soon dripped unabated from Brittany's chin and stroking fingers.

Looking over at Kim, she saw her newfound friend was violently shaking, having succumbed to her own climax.

Licking what remained on her fingers, she heard Jack say, "Hey Brit, more to clean up."

Kim chuckled at Jack's verbal blunder, and said, sleepily, "You're going to have to be more careful with names, Jack."

"Shit, but given the circumstances, you can't blame me for forgetting. I'll get it right, eventually."

Brittany didn't notice Jack's verbal blunder, but she did notice a long, thick strand of cum oozing down Kim's crack. She had half a notion to let the strand continue its journey to Jack's face, but thought better about it. Besides, the sight of its stringy consistency, looking very much like webbing holding Kim's ass cheeks together, turned her on, again. Starting low and at the strands furthest advance, Brittany slipped her tongue between Kim's buttocks, and slid it upward, gathering the thick cream into her mouth. She continued sliding her tongue further up Kim's backside to clean the larger puddle plastered to her lower back.

Kim, still in tits down-ass up position, was too inviting a target to leave alone. Brittany spanked her ass hard, making her yelp.

As Kim laid down on the other side of him, she said to no one in particular, "Holy fuck."

"Holy fuck is right," Jack added, breathlessly, through a heavy, sexual fog.

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The three of them laid together in quiet contemplation for an hour. Kim was sleeping soundly, her back nuzzled firmly against Jack's side. Brittany's head was resting on his chest as she listened to the even thumping of his heart. Jack absentmindedly played with Brittany's bottom as he went over in his head what he had told Munch earlier that day, and what he will try to do in the coming week.

Feeling his subtle caresses, Brittany pushed her buttocks back into his warm hand, and cooed softly as he gave her a little squeeze. Noting the same, quiet demeanor he exhibited earlier when she and Kim were talking over drinks, she asked, "What are you thinking?"

Squeezing her ass again, he responded, "I'm going to be out of town at the beginning of the week."

"You're leaving me again?"

Jack chuckled. He liked hearing the twinge of disappointment in her voice. "Just for a few days, I should be back late Wednesday."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm flying up to Washington. I have a little business to attend to."

"What kind of business?"

Thinking for a moment about telling her his plans, he decided against it, "It's best you don't know right now. We'll talk about it when I get back."

Another cryptic response like his 'seconds' comment from last week. It irritated Brittany.

"You're going to miss my shoot on Monday," she whined.

"Kim will be here for you. I think she's having fun taking you under her wing. I'll leave you my cell phone number in case you have problems with Munch or the others. Just give me a call, and I'll straighten them out." Jack noticed the warm glow of pride cross her face when he says he'll give her his number, and adds, "Memorize it. I don't want you storing it on your cell or writing it on a piece of paper. And don't forget to clear your 'recent calls' list, as well."

"Why?"

"Just do what I say."

Brittany started protesting, "I don't see why. It's not like Santos checks my phone or..." When she notices 'the stare,' she backed down, "Okay, I'll memorize it. Jesus, you're the only guy I've known who gets grouchy after sex."

Spanking her ass hard, making her yelp, he said, "I'm grouchy after sex because a certain green-eyed beauty is a headstrong little snot who doesn't want to listen."

Sticking her tongue out at him, she said, teasingly, "If you keep spanking me like that, maybe the green-eyed beauty will keep being a snot on purpose."

"Don't tempt me. Speaking of the asshole who doesn't check your phone records, have you thought about what you're going to tell Santos when you have to be working?"

"I told Munch I can only work during the day. He's agreeable. Santos is always at work and Alandra's pretty much on autopilot, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Well call me if there is one."

"I wish you didn't have to go. I really want you to come for my shoot. Get it, come for my shoot?"

Jack ignored her bad pun, and responded, "Even without the trip, I would probably miss it."

Brittany noted the irritation and sadness in his voice. Ever since her time with the cousins, Jack was acting more distant to her outside of sex. She knew it has something to do with his cryptic statement, 'I don't do seconds,' as well as the argument he had with Munch earlier at the shoot. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but because he's so tight-lipped, she knew he'd clam up tighter if she asked him directly. Instead, she tried a different approach.

She asked, jokingly, "So, how does it feel dating a porn star?"

Brittany may have said it as a joke, but Jack saw the seriousness in her face.

"It won't be easy for me," was his only reply.

Brittany took his cryptic response the wrong way, and commented with a tinge of ire in her voice, "Don't expect any sympathy from me. How do you think I feel about being the porn star?"

"I'm not looking for any sympathy, nor understanding, but you asked. I'm just telling you the facts, and the fact is, it won't be easy for me. Besides, you're not a star until you do your first meet and greet at a convention."

At first, Brittany thought he was joking about the 'meet and greet,' and said, sarcastically, "You're such a funny guy. You should do stand-up." However, thinking a bit more about what he said, joking or not, she asked, in all seriousness, "You think Munch will want me to attend that shit?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "I don't know, maybe. Either way, you should probably go to a few if you're going to stay in the business. I've heard it gets you a bigger fan base, which means more money."

Brittany was becoming insulted with their whole conversation, and asked with heightened irritation in her voice, "Why the fuck would you think I'd stay in the business?"

"I don't know. It's easy work, good hours with a lot of money potential. Plus, it looked like you were enjoying yourself earlier tonight."

Angry, Brittany snapped, "That's the problem, isn't it? Now that I have to earn money selling my ass, you get all alpha-dog on me. Telling me shit like, 'I don't do seconds,' like you don't want to fuck me anymore. The only reason I'm doing this shit is because of you."

"I know. It's hypocritical of me, but that's my nature. You asked..."

"Oh, shut up," she barked, not wanting to hear his excuses.

Thinking about all he said over the past few weeks, about how she shouldn't view their time together as fun, that they would part ways, his statement about his 'nature,' his growing emotional detachment and secrets, and his nonresponse when she admitted she loved him, she couldn't keep her feelings inside any longer.

Clearing her throat, she went to the heart of the matter, "I know what you're capable of if I tell you this, but I have to tell you. You asked me the other day why I didn't tell you to fuck off and let you send Santos that video. The real reason is, I want you to keep fucking me, and there wouldn't be any reason for you to once you send Santos that video. Poof, you'd be gone from my life. I don't want to do this if I can't fuck you anymore, and I sure can't do this if you leave. So stay with me a little longer, Jack...please. Use me. Keep fucking me like a whore if that's what it takes. Truth be told, I would do just about do anything to get you to fuck me one more time. I even thought about forgetting our renegotiation, going back to owing you 100-grand, if it meant you'd stay with me longer."

For the third time in their relationship, she surprised him. Looking at her thoughtfully, he answered, "Cock whore, huh? I thought you were just slutting it up for Kim's and my benefit. I didn't think you meant that."

"You said it looked like I was enjoying myself earlier tonight. I hope so, because I was acting. I was slutting it up on the set, but not tonight...not with you."

Brittany just stared back at him, hoping he'd give a response this time. Hoping he'd give her the answer she was looking for.

Jack continued, reassuringly, "I wasn't going to leave you. After your time with Buster and Jerome, though, I felt our relationship had changed. It's the usual point when I send the wives back to their husbands for good. However, in your case I was planning to stay for a while longer, acting as your manager, but only as a manager. At least until you got your feet on the ground and cut yourself loose of your asshole husband."

She smiled at him, and said, "Tonight wasn't just acting like my manager."

"No it wasn't."

"What happened?"

"I've changed my mind."

She felt comfort hearing that. "What happens when I get my feet on the ground and cut the asshole loose?"

Jack remained silent. He knew what his answer should be. The same one he'd given to all the others before her, but he was changing his mind about that, as well.

Brittany stared up at him, waiting for an answer. Yet, as his silence continued, her large, green eyes began to water. She knew what his silence meant. They'd call it quits.

As she was about to put her head back into his chest, resigned to the fact that they would part ways soon, she felt his hands caressing her face. Then, pulling her up, he wrapped his powerful arm around her and kissed her deeply.

It's as close to a declaration of love that she could ever hope to receive from him.

Tears flowed unabated from her eyes, as they continued to kiss with a passion neither has experienced in all their lives with any other.



Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 09



Jack arrived back in town late Wednesday.

Things hadn't gone as well with the ex-forensics guy as Jack had hoped. The trip wasn't a total waste, but the information he obtained had a definite shelf life, and as such, he needed to up his timetable. It wasn't making his plans for Santos a slam-dunk, either. All of which, set him on edge.

His anxiety redlined when he saw Brittany waiting for him as he departed the gate area. Although she was wearing the same platinum blonde wig and wrap-around sunglasses from the gang-bang shoot to hide her looks, it was still a risk being seen together in public.

Pulling her away from the crowd of passengers making their way to baggage claim, he asked in a harsh whisper, "What the fuck are you doing here? What if Santos followed you?"

"Relax. He's working late tonight, which is code he's going out whoring with his whores. I'm learning that much about him. So, I told him I was doing that spa thing again, and to not expect me until tomorrow."

"You can't keep using that excuse. Going to a deluxe spa twice in one week is unusual. Eventually, he's going to catch on. Plus, it doesn't have to be Santos. What if someone you know sees you here with me?"

Brittany became angry, mostly because she knew Jack was right, and snapped, "It won't happen again. I was just trying to do something nice for you."

Jack could tell Brittany was becoming increasingly reckless about their relationship—the blackmailer, himself, being blackmailed, to a degree. It gave him another reason to initiate the plan sooner, rather than later. Her continual, reckless disregard for boundaries was becoming a danger and making their situation in regards to Santos untenable, which irritated him even further.

Wrapping his arms about her and pulling her close so that any onlooker would think they're a normal, loving couple reacquainting after a long separation, he whispered with deadly seriousness, "You know how dangerous your husband is."

She didn't respond at first. Instead, she placed her nose close to his suit jacket and breathed in deeply, feeling a warm tingle deep within her groin. Finally, she nodded her head as a response.

"You understand how much your life is in danger if he finds out too soon. If he finds out before I get things set up."

She hesitated. She never heard him talk this way, his voice filled with such earnest caring for her safety. It made her feel warm, but at the same time frightened. Gripping him tightly, she said, "I need to know what you're planning on doing."

Brittany needed answers. Jack realized that was the reason for her current recklessness. She was using it as a ploy for answers.

She is becoming a good blackmailer in her own right. he mused.

Kissing her forehead, he said, soothingly, "I'm going to tell you, and soon, but I need to think on it some more. Until then, can we stick to our usual routines?" When he sees her nod her head, he finished, "Good, now let's get out of here before a security guard who knows Santos wanders by."

********

When Brittany and Jack get to her car, she pulled a bag of money out of the glove box and handed it to Jack. "I know it's a little early, but here's your cut for the week."

"I guess your shoot went well."

"Two shoots, the one on Monday and one earlier today. Want to hear about them?"

The last thing he needed to hear is how well she's making money hand over fist fucking other guys. However, knowing she wants to talk about it, he reluctantly agreed to listen.

Brittany drove toward the city as she told her story. "The one on Monday was about the way Kim said it would be. Magdalene and I are playing a couple of horny moms who get it on with our sons. The scene opens with the two of us on a couch, and we're telling each other how hot we find our boys. One thing leads to another, and soon Magdalene is going down on me. Then, right in the middle of things, our two boys walk in on us. You can guess the rest. We all end up in this foursome with Magdalene and me doing the old sixty-nine, while Rich and Samuel are fucking us."

Jack couldn't help himself, but contrary to his former, alpha-dog nature, he was getting hard listening to Brittany talk about her week.

Seeing the strange look Jack gave her, Brittany mistook his reaction, and said, apologetically. "I didn't come, if that's what you're worried about. Well I did with Magdalene, but not when Rich or Sam fucked me...oh wait, yes I did. Sorry, I misspoke."

Jack almost laughed at the irony, as he thought, Aren't we a pair? She's my cock whore and now I'm becoming her cuckold. I really have to stop thinking with my dick.

Answering matter-of-factly, "You don't have to get defensive about your job, as long as you keep it a job. What happened next?"

"We wrap the mommy incest movie up on Friday. I've one scene with Kim and Nika, who are playing another pair of horny moms. It's just a three-way lesbo, but Munch wants me to wear a strap-on. Even he's calling me pixie Dominatrix. My second scene is the finale where me, Kim, Nika and Magdalene get into this big incest orgy pile with all of our sons."

By now he's hard as a rock, and humorously quipped, "Sounds pretty porny. Imagine, all those horny moms and all from the same area, wanting to do their kids and each other. What are the odds?"

Brittany laughed at the ridiculousness of the scene, and said, "I know, pretty outlandish. What's worse than the stupid plot, Munch says doing incest stuff really tests your acting chops because you have to sell it to the audience you're really doing your kid. Then, in typical Munch fashion, he has a guy playing Nika's son that looks even older than she is. There's no way he can pass for someone under the age of twenty-five, let alone be her kid. How's the audience supposed to believe that?"

Hearing the enthusiasm in her voice about her new job, Jack commented, "I doubt if the reprobates who watch it will even give a crap. You're really getting into this."

She hesitated, afraid to tell him the truth, "A little, you're not mad, are you?"

He answered her with a kiss to her cheek, making her giggle like a schoolgirl. Then he quipped, sarcastically, "Wow, worrying about the plot, the audience, exercising your acting chops, you're turning into a real Meryl Streep. What about today?"

"Oh, I forgot. That was a special something Munch called me in to do. He did this erotic porn video series for couples, sort of a 'how to' series, but very sensual. You know, techniques on how to sensually give a hand job, go down on a girl, how to fuck in different positions, doing anal, that sort of thing. He had wrapped the series already, but Munch wanted to reshoot the fellatio scene with me. Can you believe that?" 

Yes, he could. In his own dwarf way, Munch was trying to fuck with Jack's head by pulling Brittany in at the last minute to reshoot a scene. Jack reminded himself to be sure to mention it to the dwarf the next time he sees him.

Brittany continued, "It's called, 'How to Fellate Your Mate.'" Seeing Jack roll his eyes, she added, "Yeah, I know, it's still porn, but it was very sensual. Munch used a lot of soft lighting, and candles were placed all around giving the scene a real romantic flavor. The bed even had silk sheets and pillowcases. There wasn't any dialogue, just soft new-age music playing in the background. Munch will overdub narration, later. Anyway, the guy I did the scene with reminded me of you."

That fucking dwarf. He's really going to find it hard to direct with his head lodged in his ass.

Jack was about to mention she should have called him about Munch changing her venue, when he noticed she took the off-ramp to the warehouse district.

"Where are we going?" he asked, still irritated with Munch.

"I have to make a little detour."

"What kind of detour?"

"Don't be mad, but Munch's planned this wrap-up party with everyone since they finished the 'Erotic Sex' vid, as well as that horny frat mom vid I was a part of last Saturday with Kim. He asked me to be there."

"I don't want to go to any 'after party.'"

Brittany noted the rising ire in his voice, and tried using logic on him, "You said to treat it as a job. I have to be there, at least for a little while. It's expected of me. Anyway, there's going to be a lot of his backers and friends attending. Lately, after the shoots, they've all been sniffing around and looking for favors from me, if you know what I mean. I figure they'll back off if you're there. Please, we'll only stay a few minutes. Just long enough to say hello and shake some hands. Plus, I'll let you see the little surprise I'm wearing for you if you come."

Hearing her genuine concern about being left alone with the hounds, as well as the sexy tenor in her voice when she commented about a 'surprise,' he reluctantly agreed.

Still thinking with the little head, ain't yah, Jack.

********

The 'after party' was already in full swing when they arrived.

Munch was using the whole back of the warehouse for the soirée. It was obvious to Jack that the dwarf went all out, as he had numerous tables and chairs set up for eating, and a few couches and over-stuffed loungers for more comfortable seating. He even brought in a small buffet laden with hors d'oeuvres and other finger food, as well as large supplies of liquor complete with two bartenders.

Including Munch's employees and assorted hangers-on, there were at least a hundred guests, all milling around or clustered into various groups. A loud, chaotic din from conversations and laughter fill the air, as does a thick haze from all the tobacco and pot smoke.

Jack was preparing to head to the liquor table, determining the most direct path through the throng and to the booze, when he caught sight of Kim scampering toward him.

Just as she drew near, Brittany stepped in front of her, saying above the din, "Wait, I haven't shown Jack yet."

Taking off her blouse, Brittany turned around to face Jack. They stood together with an arm around the other's waist, each wearing a large smile. They were also wearing similar tops: tight fitting, bright pink t-shirts, which more than accentuated their ripe, full breasts. Written across their chest, in large, heavy, black lettering were the words:

JACK'S COCK WHORE

"What do you think?" Brittany asked, playfully.

There's that recklessness again, Jack thought, before commenting, sarcastically, "Very tasteful. Very chic. I'll be surprised if that t-shirt alone doesn't beat the dogs off you."

Kim doesn't notice his tone, "That's what I thought, too. It sends a message to the money-bag droolers, 'Hands off! I'm Jack's!'"

"Unless the money-bag drooler also happens to be named Jack. Then you've got problems."

Kim laughed, then added, "We thought about having a big ol' erect penis under the lettering, but decided that would be too much."

"Yeah, modest is better," Jack quipped, again, sarcastically.

Although Kim missed it, Brittany caught his sarcastic tone, and asked, disappointedly, "Don't you like them? After the other night, Kim and I just had to have them made."

Smiling down at her, he answered with a half lie, "They're a bit brash, but I like them. Just make sure Santos doesn't find it folded up in your sock drawer."

Brittany made her eyes go wide, and said, laughingly. "Wouldn't that be funny? I'll keep it here when I'm not wearing it."

"Jack," Kim intoned, almost musically, "Would you mind if I take Candice away from you for a while? Munch wants her to meet everyone, especially the 'droolers' since they help pay our salaries."

Jack said to Brittany, "I'll be at the bar if you need me. Remember, looky no touchy."

Brittany put on her 'shocked face' as she responded, "And the same goes for you."

Standing at the bar, surrounded by unfamiliar people, Jack felt like a fifth wheel. Worse, he could feel things beginning to spiral out of control when it came to Brittany and the plan with Santos. Now, after the t-shirt thing with Kim, he wasn't sure whether she was doing all this on purpose, to goad him, or was it all just acting out some schoolgirl infatuation. It didn't help Jack knowing she was enjoying her new lifestyle, making his alpha-dog uncomfortable in the extreme and setting him further on edge.

There were a couple of guys in white waiter jackets tending bar. He ordered a single malt, but when he tried to pay for his drink, they told him the bar was open.

Munch is really going all out with the party, that's for sure, Jack mused, as he slammed the first drink back, then preceded to order another.

Taking his time with his second drink, he scanned the room for Brittany. He caught her and Kim, still with an arm wrapped around each other, talking to a group of older men.

Jack figured they must be some of the moneymen Kim mentioned.

Jack noticed with irritation that a couple of the men are taking pictures of the two women as they put their cheeks together, doing kissy faces, and generally mugging seductively for the cameras.

Hope that doesn't end up on the Internet, Jack thought, as he sipped his drink.

Then, he watched in horror and disbelief as Kim pulled her t-shirt above her braless breasts. Camera flashes went off all around her.

Brittany had a hand over her mouth as she shook her head. Jack could tell she was giggling about something and telling one of the moneymen, 'No.'

Brittany's shyness doesn't last, however, as she too lifted her t-shirt above her massive breasts.

More camera flashes erupt all around, as the two women playfully jiggled their breasts for the onlookers. Kim even bends over and kisses one of Brittany's breasts. It looked to Jack that Brittany was about to do the same to Kim, but one of the onlookers reached for her. Laughingly, Brittany pulled her t-shirt back down and then wagged a 'you're a naughty boy,' finger at the guy.

Jack couldn't watch anymore, and turned away. Slamming the rest of his second drink, he ordered a third.

He was about to slam that one down, then get Brittany so that they could leave, when a guy slid up next to him and ordered a beer. As tall as Jack, but with a lighter frame, he had long, jet black hair tied in a ponytail, and very noticeable five o'clock shadow. He had that sleazy, new moneyed, Euro-trash look so popular in Hollywood these days. Jack disliked him, immediately.

After taking a sip of his beer, 'Mr. Euro-trash' stuck out a hand for Jack, while saying, "Cord McMaster."

Not sure if he caught his name correctly, Jack asked in disbelief, "Cord?"

"Well, it's my stage name. Maybe you've seen my movies. I'm usually billed as 'The McMaster Blaster,' because of my powerful..."

"Yeah, I get it," Jack quickly said, cutting him off.

Jack added uncouth to sleazy and trashy as appropriate adjectives in describing Cord. His dislike for the man was quickly metastasizing into hate. The fact that Jack was drinking too much scotch on an empty stomach wasn't helping his emotional control, either.

Cord continued to hold out his hand.

Jack took it briefly, while introducing himself, "Jack Dorn."

Giving Jack the once over, he commented, "Haven't seen you around before. Are you a player with another production company, or one of the trailers? The business is full of trailers."

"Trailers?"

"Friends of Munch. You know, guys who bankroll his movies and hang out after the shoots for pussy."

"No, I'm just tagging along with a friend."

"Oh yeah, who?"

Jack caught himself before saying her real name, and answers, "Ah...Candice Mason."

Cord's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah? Cute girl, great tits, and she's got a fine, tight ass for an older player. You tapping that?"

Jack barely resists punching Cord in the face. He was about to turn away from him to keep from doing just that, when Cord blurts out, "Wait a minute, are you the Jack?"

Jesus, you've got a slow learning curve. No wonder you're in porn, Jack mused, but doesn't answer.

Not taking the hint that Jack doesn't want to talk, Cord continued, "I got to tell you those t-shirts are a little bit much. I mean it's great you can make their pussies sing, but to have them wear it out in the open like that...it's just that none of us want to advertise that kind of shit to the public. You know what I mean, man? It's kind of tasteless."

Jack nearly laughed in his face at his hypocrisy. Here's a guy who lets his schlong hang out for the camera, while billing himself as the McMaster Blaster, and he has the balls to crack wise about what is, and isn't, polite decorum.

Jack bit his tongue before answering, "I'm not making them wear it. It's a little joke the two are playing on me."

"Really? Kim should know better. A lot of the trailers don't like to be reminded..."

"Reminded," Jack said, cutting him off, "That they don't have what it takes to make a cock whore? I bet that goes for the players as well. I bet you got a little pissy seeing those t-shirts, knowing full well that no one would even think about wearing a 'McMaster Blaster's cum slut' t-shirt around in public."

Cord was momentarily taken aback by Jack's hostility, and then foolishly added, instead of just walking away, "Hey, fuck you! There's no reason to be an ass..."

"I know most of Munch's performers, but I don't remember seeing you around. You must work on the gay porn side of his production company. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

Insulted, Cord responds, defensively, "I play it straight. In fact, I did a shoot this afternoon with your, 'little miss big tits,' Candice."

Suddenly, it all clicked into place. Jack stared back at him, speechless. It was bad enough Brittany blew this asshole. Worse, he couldn't believe this guy reminded her of him.

Cord observed Jack's slight body tic at his statement, and decides to twist the knife, "I know she's your 'cock whore' and all, but I didn't think she was all that good. Although she's cute and has a real talent for sucking on cock, she's a bit long in the tooth for my taste. It took me forever to get it up for her."

Jack wasn't stupid, and knew Cord was baiting him. Smiling back, he noted, "That's funny, because I haven't heard anyone having any trouble getting it up with her. In fact, it's just the opposite. Most of the 'players,' as you call them, can't keep from blowing their wads once they stare into her eyes. Munch had to yell at a couple of them because they couldn't hold their water through the shot. Wait a minute, come to think of it, Candice did mention to me that the guy she did the shoot with today was pretty limp, and not up to performing on cue."

Jack sees Cord's face turning red with anger that Brittany would divulge a trade secret to an outsider, and continues, "When she first told me, I took it to mean you were new to this, like her, and had the jitters. Now, I'm thinking you really do like boys more than girls, not that there's anything wrong with that. You should really think about moving over to Munch's gay production company, or, at least, quit wasting everyone's time and drop the fake hetero-macho routine. Once and for all, come out of the closet and just smoke some pole. Get it out of your sys..."

Cord took a swing at Jack, but Jack wasn't that drunk, and easily ducked. Catching his wrist, Jack twisted Cord's arm behind his back while putting him into a chokehold with his other arm.

Jack said, close to Cord's ear, "Looks like I hit a chord, Cord. Now, are you going to calm down, or do I have to squeeze your carotids until you fall to the floor?"

Jack felt Cord's body slacken in his grip, but he continued to place upward pressure on the arm behind his back, making sure Cord got the message.

Cord yelled, "All right, all right! Fuck man, you're breaking my arm!"

Jack noticed many of the bystanders had amused looks on their faces. Moreover, none were bothering to interfere. Most likely, they found Cord an even bigger asshole than Jack did, and were quite comfortable to stay in the background and enjoy Cord's humiliation.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 09



Just then, Munch waddled up on his stumpy legs, and said, "All right guys, cool it. Either take it outside or part company."

Jack released him.

Cord began to slink away while rubbing his arm, but said loudly with false bravado, "I'll remember this, asshole. One day we'll meet each other when there aren't as many witnesses, and when that happens..."

"I'll finish what you've started here, douchebag."

Once Cord was out of earshot, Munch said, "What the fuck, Jack."

Jack didn't bother to look down at Munch, and instead, scanned the room looking for Brittany as he responded, "We were just talking, and then he took a swing at me. I wasn't about to give him a second chance."

Rolling his eyes, Munch guessed there was more to it than that, but decided not to pursue it in public. "Can you come to my office? We need to talk."

Jack remembered his conversation with Brittany in the car and about Munch changing her schedule, and answered with obvious irritation, "Yeah, we sure do need to talk."

On their way to Munch's office, Jack ran into Kim. She was leading one of the 'droolers,' as she calls them, to one of the back rooms.

Jack asked her, slightly concerned, "Where's Candice?"

"She's with Magdalene and Nika." Noting the apprehension in his voice, she added, soothingly, "Don't worry, it's cool. They'll keep her out of trouble." Winking, she pulled her t-shirt above her breasts as a reminder of past events.

"Funny," Jack responded dryly, and unamused.

"Oh, Nika's been asking Candice and me all about you...a lot about you. I see a date with a little salt and pepper action in your future. That is if you don't mind a bit more salt with your pepper. Candice will fill you in. Later, Jack."

Hearing Kim's frisky tone about 'salt and pepper,' made Jack hard, again. He was finding it difficult to hide the bulge in his pants before sitting down in Munch's office.

"First thing," Munch began, "What was that all about with Cord. He's one of my top guys, and now I'm going to have to spend some time stroking his ego."

Jack told a half-lie, "Candice mentioned to me that his performance during the shoot wasn't up to snuff. When I told him what she said, he got pissy."

Munch shook his head in disappointment before answering. "Yeah, he's touchy about that. He has a bit of a coke habit and he drinks too much, which is affecting his johnson. It's getting hard for him to get it hard."

Jack erupted in anger, "You put her in a scene with a coke-head?"

"Chill out! It wasn't like he was doing lines off her tits."

"No more of that shit, understand?"

Knowing in what direction the conversation was about to turn, Munch rolled his eyes, and answered, dryly, "Yeah, yeah, I got it, or you'll put your foot up my dwarf ass."

"That's right, and don't change her goddamn schedule without telling me, understand?"

"Yeah, yeah, foot up my ass, got it. Just calm down, will you. I know what you're thinking, but I know he's clean that way. So don't worry about STDs..."

"Yeah, because they all use rubbers, right, Munch? Remember that line of crap you tried to feed me last week? I let it pass, then, because I thought you were smarter than this."

"Sorry about that, but you were pissing me off, questioning my business sense. I take pride in running a clean operation. Ask anyone. No one, and I mean no one, ever got a bug working with my production company. Now, I can't help what they catch outside of work, but I screen them regularly and make damn sure they're clean before they work for me again."

Jack was still fuming, "If I didn't know you ran a clean operation, Candice and I wouldn't be here. But, I'm a realist, Munch. The best laid plans of clever dwarves, and all that other shit. So, no more coke-heads...and I better not see any tracks on their arms, or I will bury you in a fucking hole no one will even find."

Munch thought Jack was bluffing about 'holes,' but one could never really tell with him. "Okay Jack, okay. Will you just chill? I was just trying to help the guy. Candice is getting a real reputation as an oral artist. Jesus, you should have seen what she did to Rich and Samuel on Monday. She was going down on both of them, putting their dicks together and blowing them both at the same..."

"All right, Munch, I don't need the details."

"Anyway, I thought putting her with Cord would do it for him. I was wrong."

"So the shoot today didn't go well."

"Once Cord got it up, it went fine, which brings me to the second order of business. How did things go in Washington?"

Jack knew this was Munch's roundabout way of asking when he can start using Brittany's footage, and answers, curtly, "Monday."

"That soon? You sure?"

"If it doesn't happen by then, it ain't happening. Either way, after Monday use anything you have of her."

Slapping his desk, Munch exclaimed, "That's what I'm talking about. You're a good man, Jack. Even though you're a fucking hard case, you are my huckleberry. You can't believe the gold mine I'm sitting on with her."

Jack let his words roll around in his head for a moment. He still couldn't figure her, or 'it.' out, and asked, "I don't get it. How is this forty-something redhead stripping everyone's gears? Not just me, I mean everyone! Yeah, she's gorgeous with those iridescent green eyes and those pouty lips, not to mention that great ass and better tits. Then there's that sly, but shy, comely look she sometimes gives you. You know the one, when she tilts her head to the side and does that thing with her eyes and mouth, and you're not sure whether she's going to kiss you or kick you in the balls. I mean, she's doing it for me...but everyone? Munch, I've seen the looks on the other guys on the set when they're watching her. To a man, they're enthralled with hard-ons you could break rocks on. How is that possible?"

Munch never heard Jack so emotional about a woman. He smiled to himself seeing the 'big guy' so vulnerable for a change, and then answered, "Quit trying to make sense of it. You said it yourself, 'She's doing it for me.' Just accept the fact that she's got 'it' and 'It' affects a whole bunch of guys." Pausing, he repeated himself, slowly, for emphasis, "Jackie boy. She's. Got. It!"

********

After his brief talk with Munch, it took Jack a few minutes to find Brittany. She was sitting on one of the couches with two other women, whom Jack guessed were Magdalene and Nika that Kim mentioned.

When she saw Jack approaching, Brittany bounded off the couch and ran toward him, and with her breasts swaying, seductively, with every step.

He can't help getting hard—again—as she hugs him tightly. He doesn't bother hiding it anymore. It's happening so often.

Pressing her stomach against his groin as she hugs him, she felt his large, hard bulge, and gasped, "Someone sure missed me."

"You have no idea. Ready to go?"

Taking him by the hand, she pulled him toward the couch, saying, "Not just yet. I want you to meet some people." Standing in front of the two women, Brittany makes the introductions, "Jack, this is Magdalene and Nika. I worked with Magdalene on Monday, and I'll be working with both of them on Friday. Magdalene's been a real big help to me on the set."

With their eyes starting out at crotch level, they can't help but notice Jack's budge. Brittany saw the looks they were giving him. Stepping in front of Jack, she said with a hint of jealousy, "Now ladies, tongues in and hands off."

Nika and Magdalene erupt in laughter having been caught peeking, while Magdalene added a saucy tease, "Now I know why you're wearing that t-shirt."

Surprisingly, Brittany blushed at the compliment. Jack was also embarrassed, and said, apologetically, "Sorry for the display, ladies. I'm usually not this kind of an exhibitionist, but lately, it's had a mind of its own."

"As do most men's," Nika quipped, tongue-in-cheek.

Smiling knowingly at Nika, Brittany says to Jack, "Nika, Kim, and I thought it would be fun if we got together for drinks later."

"I know, Kim told me already."

"Why that sneak. I wanted to tell you myself. Do you mind?"

Her question stumped him, and Jack stared blankly back at her.

It's not that the question, or the answer, rather, that was indelicate. Jack's confusion is born more along the lines: why bother asking the question in the first place? It would be like asking a dying man if he wouldn't mind another twenty years of life, and expecting an answer other than, 'Fuck no, I don't mind!'

He continues staring, first at Brittany, than over at Nika, trying to come up with something witty to say.

Nika stared back at him. Her lips curl into a sexy, half smile as she raised a taunting eyebrow.

At a loss for words, Jack just rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

All three women burst out in laughter.

Leaning in to kiss Magdalene goodbye on the cheek, Brittany asked, "Sure you don't want to party with us?"

"Thanks baby, but I'm heading home. I'm beat. Besides, it's getting close to my daughter's bedtime."

"Turning toward Nika, Brittany slipped an arm around her waist, and asked, "Ready? I think Jack and I are going to leave."

"You go ahead, doll. I need to stay a little longer and talk over some things with Munch. That is, if I can find the sneaky dwarf. I'll follow Kim when she's ready to go."

********

Jack and Brittany didn't say much on the drive over to their usual rendezvous. Once they rented the same room they always use, Brittany decided to take a quick shower.

Afterwards, wrapped in a towel, she sat on the bed opposite Jack, casually combing her hair. She finally asked, "Anything you want to tell me?"

Jack knew what her question is in reference to, and said, "Sorry about what happened earlier. I had too much to drink, and he was being a dick."

Brittany looks at him thoughtfully, before saying, "I've said it before, but I'll say it again, if you're going to have a problem with what I'm doing, then just say so, and I'll stop."

"I'm working through it," Jack said, adamantly.

"How, by strangling every guy I do a scene with?"

Jack couldn't keep from laughing, and then joked, "Well, not everyone. Just Cord and maybe a few others you don't know about. You should be happy, Rich and Samuel got through the party without an incident." When he saw her laughing, he asked, "You want to tell me about flashing your jugs for the cameras?"

She answered, defensively, "You told me, 'looky no touchy,' so I let them look. The horny little dicks kept pushing hundred dollar bills into my pockets. What was I supposed to do?"

"I mention it as a reminder of how dangerous things are getting. I just hope Santos doesn't visit 'Chicks will Big Tits' websites, because you know the first thing those 'horny little dicks' with the cameras are going to do is post your pics all over the Internet."

"Sorry."

"Yeah, sorry," Jack mocked, and then said under his breath, "It will be a miracle if things don't blow up in my face before I have a chance to implement this plan."

There was that cryptic reference to the 'plan,' again. Brittany asked, earnestly, "Could you just tell me what you're thinking of doing?"

"Not now. Kim and Nika will be here soon, and I don't want to discuss it in front of them. Besides, I need a clearer head. The scotch I had is still flowing upstream through my anger and embarrassment, and right into my head."

About fifteen minutes later, they heard a knock at the door. Brittany answered it, still wrapped in a towel.

When Kim and Nika enter, Kim commented with a giggle, "Looks like someone's ready to go." Setting a bottle of single malt scotch on the table next to Jack, she said, "Thought I'd pick up a bottle of your favorite. Just in case. I remember a wise man once told me, 'Liquor is quicker.'"

Jack responded with a laugh, "Somehow, I don't think we'll need it tonight," as he got some glasses.

Jack heard Nika remark, "Ooh, nice king-sized bed. Looks like plenty of room for romping. Oh, Candice, doll, would you mind if I took a quick shower? After glad-handing the 'droolers' all evening, I'd like to wash up.

"Oh, me too," Kim pipes in. "Let's save some time and double up."

Unabashedly, Brittany removed her towel and handed it to Kim, saying, "You're going to need this. We're short of towels. I'll just play with my man while you girls wash."

Brittany curled up into Jack's lap, snuggling against his chest.

As Jack poured them a drink, she couldn't help but comment, "Now, not too much for you. I don't want you choking the guests."

"Yes, dear," he answered with a smile. Hearing Kim and Nika laughing in the shower, Jack added, "You're beginning to scare me a little."

"How's that?"

"Three against one, you're full of confidence in my abilities."

Brittany said, laughingly, "I tried to make it four against one, but Magdalene had other plans."

"Well, I wish I had the same assurance in myself as you do."

"There's something you don't know. This is really going to be a two against two. I plan to match your alpha-guy with my alpha-girl. Let's see how many times we can make the porn queens scream and squirt."

"Since when did you become an alpha-girl?"

"I guess you're rubbing off on me. Munch has been pushing this Dominatrix thing at Kim's insistence. I figure I'll give them what they want."

Jack pushed a lock of hair off her forehead. "I'm still amazed at how easily you've adapted to this...lifestyle."

She shrugged her shoulders, and sat quietly for a while, staring at the floor. Finally, she responded after much contemplation, "You once told me that this shouldn't be fun for me. It is, though, all of it. I can't help feeling exhilarated. I don't understand these changes that are going on in me, but I'm accepting them, and more than that, I want to accept them." Pausing a moment to look up into his sanguine eyes, she finished her thought, "Now that I'm making good money and things look good for the near future, I think it's time I cut the asshole loose. I'm filing for divorce."

"How soon?"

"I'm seeing a lawyer tomorrow."

"Hold off on that."

"Why? Hasn't this been the plan all along?"

Jack looked at her thoughtfully. Mulling over everything she had just said, he responded, "Plans change. Sometimes...so do our natures."

"What do you mean?"

"Just hold off on the lawyer for now."

"Okay, but what do you mean by, 'Sometimes, so do our natures?'"

Jack debated a long time if he should tell her, but staring into her trusting, green eyes, he decided he was all in, "That an uptight, suburban housewife, forced into circumstances beyond her control, could easily accept the changes that are happening within her." As she turned her eyes away from his steely gaze in embarrassment, Jack concludes, "More importantly, that a full-time P.I. and part-time blackmailer, one who could never stand sharing his women, suddenly finds sharing acceptable, just as long as that uptight, suburban housewife keeps looking at him the way she's doing."

She threw her parted lips onto his. Their tongues dance wildly within and between their mouths, filling them with the same passion from the other night. Brittany's hand crept down his body, and she loudly gasped when she found for what she was searching.

It surprised her, the excitement she still experienced when she felt his hard member. As if she was always feeling it for the first time. Moreover, it surprised her further still how Jack, the man, regardless of that other object that excites her so, can so easily invoke such raw passions of lust in her after so many months with just a small, sly smile.

"I can't wait," she panted, "Fuck me!"

Kissing her forehead, he teased, "All good things to those who wait."

Moaning in disappointment, she resigned herself to wait, and continued kissing him deeply.

When they heard the shower stop, Brittany said, "Sounds like it's almost show time." Scampering to the bathroom and making her tits bounce wildly, and Jack's cock even harder, she said over her shoulder, "Don't move."

Jack listened to more laughter coming from the bathroom, and wondered how jaded porn stars could still sound like excited schoolgirls about sex. Then again, maybe that's why they're in porn to begin with. Sex has always held them with schoolgirl fascination and enthusiasm. Whatever the reason, it's a mystery Jack is happy not to solve.

The bathroom door creaked open, signaling that Brittany's 'show' is about to begin.

Naked and beautiful, they slowly entered the main room. Then they stood in a line, side-by-side, staring back at Jack from the other side of the bed.

Nika was flanked by Brittany and Kim, her coffee and cream complexion contrasting vividly with the smooth, milky tones of the other two ladies. Given Nika's height, Brittany's head barely tops Nika's breasts as they stand alongside each other. Seeing that visual, Jack wishes Brittany would take that breast lovingly in her mouth. 

The two women turned Nika sideways so that she faced Brittany. Slowly, they lowered themselves onto their knees, kissing and licking Nika's body as they descended. Once on their knees, both pressed their faces into Nika's sex, Brittany wildly sucking Nika's vulva, and Kim, equally as fervent, tonging her deep between her buttocks.

It's a stunningly erotic display, the Nubian princess serviced by her white lilies, and obviously planned by the three women for Jack's benefit.

Nika widens her stance as her knees became wobbly, and then she rocks her hips forward and back, alternately pushing herself firmly into each of her servants' face.

Nika's legs continue to weaken. She tried to squat lower and maintain her balance, but Brittany pushed her arms up and into her stomach, forcing her to stay standing.

Grunting loudly and lustfully, Nika slammed an arm into the wall in order to stave off the climax that was encroaching too quickly.

Kim grabbed Nika's hips and buried her face even tighter between her ass cheeks.

Bringing an arm off Nika's abdomen, Brittany pushed three fingers deep into her dripping pussy while she continued to suck hard at her clit.

Uttering a loud, "Oh, you bitches," Nika slammed the wall repeatedly with her arm, as her two servants continued to press their faces hard into her groin. Pushing into her so hard, in fact, Nika goes up on tiptoes, appearing to Jack as if Kim and Brittany were actually lifting her off the floor with their faces.

"Jesus, you bitches!" Nika yelled again, and she clamped a hand to each of their heads. Now with support and leverage, she pulled them tight against her while rolling her hips.

"Tongue my holes, bitches. Tongue my fucking holes," Nika loudly exclaimed, as she smeared herself against their faces. "Jesus, finger me...finger me," she yelled.

As Brittany continued working her fingers in Nika's pussy, Kim spit on two of hers and slid them easily into Nika's anus.

Both feverishly worked their fingers, sliding and nudging past and against each other within their respective holes, as Brittany continued to work Nika's clit with a devilish tongue.

When her sublime moment arrived, Nika silently wrapped her arms fully about her chest, like a mummy encased in her sarcophagus, and violently shook.

A quiet pall descended across the room. All Jack could hear were the soft sloshing sounds of Brittany's fingers working deeply in Nika's pussy, and the soft splats of Nika's ejaculate as it runs down Brittany's fingers to fall onto the carpet.

Before Nika stopped quivering, Kim and Brittany quickly pulled her onto the bed and on her back. Holding her legs open, they teased at her saturated pussy with their fingers, while Brittany said to Jack, "She's ready, baby. Fuck her brains out. It's what she's always wanted you to do."

Not bothering to remove his clothes, he pulled his rock hard cock through the opening of his pants, and ignoring the metal teeth of the zipper nipping at his thick shaft, he knelt between Nika's legs. Brittany held his cock for him, and pointed it directly at Nika's saturated opening as Jack clasped his large hands onto her hips. Using his thighs as a ramp, he slid her ass up onto his legs, and plunged his cock all the way inside of her.




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Nika gasped in pleasure as Jack leaned forward, forcing his member hard against her slick walls.

With her ass up and tight against him, Jack thrust into her with short, slow strokes.

Already in an over-exited state due to Kim and Brittany's oral endeavors, Nika just stares up into Jack's face with her eyes going wide as she felt another climax fast approaching.

"Fuck me hard!" she urged.

Jack only continues with his slow, yet hard, pace.

"Fuck me," she pleaded again, "Fuck me. Yes, fuck me! Fuck me...Jesus, Jack...Fuck my pussy!"

Brittany and Kim each latched their mouths onto her breasts, while they teased and pinched her hardened, pebble-like clit with their fingers.

Nika's eyes went wide, again, but just for a moment. They slowly close, thereafter, as she continued to climax through Jack's easy pace.

Jack felt her warm fluid bathing his cock, flowing rapidly around him and soaking into his pants. Still, he continued his slow, hard pumping.

Finding strength from somewhere deep within, Nika lifted her back. Propping herself up on her elbows so that she could watch Jack's thick cock sliding into her, she added a small hip thrust of her own to match Jack's. Before long, her head lolled backward with her mouth frozen open in a silent cry of ecstasy as another climax approached. Her body continued to shudder as warm fluid continued seeping out of her, drenching the bed coverings below.

Nika's orgasms went on much longer than anyone felt humanly possible; but eventually, she touched Brittany and Kim's still teasing fingers as a signal for the two women to stop.

Nika laid flat, panting, and momentarily exhausted.

When Jack pulled out of her, Brittany saw his cock shiny slick and oh, so hard. Imbued with the same lust from before, at seeing another pleasured woman's arousal and ejaculate dripping from his member, she begged him with her eyes to let her clean him.

Cupping the back of her head, Jack pulled her closer, sliding his cock deep into her waiting mouth. She voraciously sucked on him, thoroughly cleaning Nika's leavings from his member. Reaching in to pull his balls out of his pants, she sucked and tongued his heavy orbs while begging, "I want you to come in my mouth."

"Not yet," he responded huskily, "Continue playing with your friend. I like it when my bitches play with each other."

Jack took a moment to remove his clothes, and watched Brittany and Kim as they move up Nika's body with their mouths. As they neared her face with their tender lips, Nika returned their soft, Sapphic kisses with those of her own, kissing each, in turn, deeply and passionately.

When Kim and Brittany lay their heads next to hers, Nika asked, breathlessly, "Okay, now where can I get one of those t-shirts?"

All three of them laughed, and none more than Nika as she covered her face in apparent, little girl embarrassment.

Ever tempted by a woman's musky-scented sex, Jack slid between Nika's legs, kissing hard at her hairless, outer labia. Never parting her folds, he spent a wonderful time gently nuzzling, kissing, and licking her arousal from her body. Nika's legs twitched continuously at his delicate touches.

After a while, Jack felt Brittany nibbling at his earlobe. She whispered, "One down, many more to go. Now lie back and let Kim have some fun."

As he lies back on the bed, Kim crawled over to him with an impish grin creasing her lips. This time she straddles his hips while facing him. Brittany holds his cock steady as she sits down, easily sliding him inside.

Bracing her hands against his shoulders, she renewed the 'Kimmy-roll' of her pelvis from the last time they fucked.

She closed her eyes to the intense rush at having him filling her again. Her hair draped haphazardly over and around her face. Through slightly parted lips, her breath came as continuous shallow pants, interrupted only when she whispered, "It's so fucking thick. It's so fucking hard."

Jack felt warm breath, and an even warmer tongue, caressing his balls. From the soft moans he heard coming from behind Kim, he could tell it was Nika. Spreading his legs wider, he gave her room to explore more fully.

Nika didn't hesitate, artfully pulling both his balls completely into her mouth. There was an added sensation for Jack as she rolled his balls around with her tongue, a wonderful tickle all about the base of his shaft caused by her nose nuzzling against his tool.

Kim's pelvic rolls became more exaggerated, sliding her pussy almost all the way up to his cockhead, before descending all the way to the base. Each time his cock emerged from Kim's opening, Nika shifted her oral attentions, lavishing numerous sucking kisses and licks to his shaft with wet lips and tongue, all while continuing to pull and massage his balls with gentle fingers.

The sound of a sharp slap reverberated off the walls, followed by an abrupt yelp from Kim. Nika spanked Kim again, and commanded, "Spread those cheeks on that tight little ass of yours, Kimmy."

Kim halted her hip roll in order to bring her hands behind her.

With another hard clap, Nika covered Kim's hands with her own, and they both spread Kim's buttocks, together.

"Such a perky and pink, and oh, so, tight asshole you have," Nika said, enticingly, "It's perfect for what I want to do." Nika spit a large pearl right on target, and planted her face squarely between Kim's ass cheeks.

Jack felt the tingling sensations of Nika's chin rubbing against his shaft as her mouth and tongue worked fervently, pressed tightly against Kim's anus.

Nika's oral attentions didn't end at Kim's 'end.' She plies her wicked tongue everywhere, pushing Kim forward, and exposing much of Jack's cock in the process. Then, Nika proceeded to tongue, kiss, and suck everything within easy reach of her slutty mouth.

She performed this lewd circumnavigation of all their sweet parts, paying wonderful attention to Jack's balls and Kim's perineum, until all their exposed parts were slick with her saliva.

Spreading Kim's ass cheeks as wide as possible, Nika spit on her asshole, again, and said, "I'm getting that pink bud all slick and ready. Now back up and put Jack's thick cock back in your pussy like a good bitch."

Nika positioned two, well-lubed fingers right at Kim's opening, and as Kim shifted backwards, pushing Jack's cock deeper into her pussy, Nika's fingers easily slipped into Kim's ass, as well.

A long hiss of pleasure escaped Kim's lips as Nika pushed in her fingers down to the first knuckle.

Kim then performed a subtle hip shift that pushed Jack's cock and Nika's fingers all around their respective openings. The erotic feelings are intense as she arches her back to the mounting pleasure. Her arching pushes her breasts far forward, right into Jack's face.

Jack latched his mouth firmly onto her ripe melons, and sucks hard on each, in turn. Then gripping Kim's hips, he forced her groin further down and onto his cock and Nika's fingers.

Kim uttered a quiet, yet distinct, "Jesus Christ," as the intense, pleasurable shock of Jack's deep thrust nearly overwhelmed her.

Nika increased the pressure of her massaging fingers within Kim's ass, sliding them firmly in and out, to the chorus of Kim's repeated, loud refrains, "Oh, fuck yes! Finger fuck that tight hole, bitch!"

Jack felt Nika's fingers working against Kim's anal walls, and pressing them firmly against his cock as well. The unabashed, erotic look of a slut in heat bloomed across Kim's face. Jack bit down hard on her nipples, and felt the rapid flood of arousal coursing across his cock. Then, adding a little pelvic shift of his own, he pushed his cock hard against Nika's fingers.

Kim felt the rapid approach of climax. Looking around frantically for Brittany, Kim loudly exclaims, "Pixie Domme? Where's my pixie Domme?"

"I'm right here, sweetheart," Brittany cooed, running fingers through Kim's hair as she knelt beside her. She wore a strap-on dildo that stuck out lewdly, straight and long, alongside Kim's face. It was proportioned similar to Jack's member, but smaller by a third.

Kim panted, "Pixie Domme, I've been a very bad girl."

Still playing with Kim's hair, Brittany asked, "I can't believe that. How have you been a bad girl?"

"I let men do all sorts of naughty things to me, and I like it."

Brittany slapped Kim's buttocks, hard. The vibrations caused by the rough spank careened wildly against Nika's fingers, adding another level of bliss to the erotic feelings imparted into Kim. Brittany spanked her again, and said, "I can see that. Are you fucking my man again?"

"Yes, my pixie Domme."

"I didn't hear a thank you."

"Thank you, pixie Domme."

"And what are you going to do for my man for fucking your pussy so well as thanks?"

Kim opened her mouth, letting Brittany slide the strap-on inside.

Kim sucked on the offered dildo as if it were a flesh and blood phallus, slathering saliva on it until heavy strands of spit dripped off its end.

Brittany forced the dildo further into Kim's mouth, and then asked with teasing incredulity, "You are a slutty, little bad girl, but do you think you can put all of my man's cock in your mouth, like you're doing now?"

With the dildo fully lodged inside her, all Kim could do was stare up at Brittany with a look that said: I don't know, but I'm going to have a hell of a fun time trying.

Grabbing a tuft of Kim's hair, Brittany pulled her head back and off the phallus, and asked, "Now, tell your pixie Domme where you want her cock."

Hearing the dominating, overbearing tone in Brittany's voice, Kim closed her eyes as a large smile unfolded across her face. "That's what I wanted to hear. Fuck my ass like you own it."

Within moments, Brittany was behind Kim, and given Nika's slathering attentions to Kim's behind, she easily slid the dildo all the way into Kim's ass.

Jack felt the phallus sliding past his cock. Never having performed double-penetration on anyone until now, the feeling was odd for him, but also strangely erotic. Mostly because it was Brittany, the once retiring housewife, who was taking command of Kim's backdoor. His heightened eroticism was augmented by Brittany's domineering attitude. It was something he'd never seen, nor expected of her, as she completely went alpha-girl on Kim, owning and using her as one owns a pet.

Smiling up at Brittany, he quipped, "You weren't kidding about getting all alpha-girl on the ladies."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," she said, smiling mischievously.

Brittany wrapped her right arm around Kim's neck and locked her hand to the bicep of her left arm, which was resting on Kim's left shoulder. Then, she cupped the back of Kim's head with her left hand, essentially immobilizing her in an elaborate, horse-collar headlock. Pulling Kim's upper body up and back, Brittany began a long, slow pumping action, repeatedly pulling the strap-on almost all the way out of Kim's ass before sliding it fully inside. 

Brittany commented above Kim's loud moans, "It's a little something one of the guys did to me the other day on the set, either Rich or Sam. I'm not sure which, but it was such a turn-on." Thinking she'd said too much to her man, she added, "I hope you don't mind me telling you that."

"Just as long as you know who's your alpha-dog."

Closing her eyes and thinking about what her 'alpha-dog' is going to do to her later, she answered him, breathlessly, "I couldn't forget that." She added with another wink and a smile, "But just in case I might, I want you to ram your thick cock into me as a reminder, and keep ramming it in me until I forget everything else."

"Choke hold and all?"

Her eyes went wide with desire.

After Brittany set up a nice, easy butt-pumping rhythm, she slid her face forward, so that she was cheek to cheek with Kim. Then, she asked softly, close to Kim's ear, "Who owns your tight ass?"

Between loud moans of pleasure, Kim responded disjointedly, "You...o-own my...a-ass. Every b-bit...of i-it."

Brittany continued with her full, back and forth slide, but increased her tempo, and asked, "You love my cock pumping into your ass, don't you?"

Kim abruptly shouted, "Fuck," as she clutched at and massaged her tits, adding another layer of erotic texture to her growing arousal.

"You didn't answer me. You love my cock in your tight ass, don't you?"

"I-I love it a-and you, my pixie Domme. F-Fuck me harder!"

Brittany kissed her cheek and complied, increasing her pumping action until the soft slaps of her thighs against Kim's behind begin to drown out the sounds of Kim's loud moaning.

Throughout the interplay between the two women, Jack lay quiet and static, enjoying the spectacle of meek little Brittany Medina owning a porn queen's ass.

Nika, previously having removed herself from the action to watch the others, said softly, close to Jack's ear, "Why you naughty man. You're holding back, aren't you?"

Jack kissed her before answering, "Just a little. I want to wait a bit and let Candice run wild for a while. That way I get to save myself."

"You are a naughty man. Saving yourself for me, perhaps?"

"You know..."

Nika doesn't let him finish as she kisses him hard.

She had plans on straddling Jack's head and let him work her over with his mouth, when Kim makes another loud plea, "Jack, please fuck my pussy. Fuck it! Fuck it! Pixie Domme's got me so close."

Kissing Nika, he said, "So much for taking things easy. Duty calls."

Nika foregoes the tongue-lashing she desires from Jack, hiding her disappointment for the moment. Instead, she nuzzled up to him, laying her head down on his chest so that she had a ringside seat of his thick tool sliding in and out of Kim.

He began slowly, a soft shifting of his hips that pushed his cock in about halfway on each thrust.

Even though Jack is taking it easy, Nika saw that Brittany had taken it up several notches, as loud, narrowly spaced slaps are heard each time she thrust deeply into Kim's ass. Looking a little higher, she could see that Brittany still has Kim's head immobilized in the over-under headlock. The two women were still cheek to cheek, and every so often Brittany nuzzled her nose against Kim's ear, and whispered something no one but Kim could hear. Kim responded with a subtle headshake or nod, depending on the question.

Nika almost laughed at the facial contortions unfolding across Kim's face, ranging from wide-eyed amazement—or possibly derangement—to a vacant, heavy-lidded stare.

As she continued to watch Jack's slow, yet steady, pumping, a small trickle of clear fluid ran down Jack's cock, then another trickle, this one a little heavier, and then another, heavier still. It dawned on Nika that Kim was climaxing, but in a way unusual for her friend.

Not hiding her astonishment, Nika said, "Holy fuck, girl, you usually wake the neighborhood when you come. Since when did you become such a quiet fuck?"

Kim just stared down at Nika, wide-eyed. Her lower lip quivered. Kim tried to speak, but was rendered voiceless as wave upon orgasmic wave quickly built up and crashed over her, sucking the air from her lungs.

Feeling the quick trickle of Kim's fluids, Jack began pounding up into her at an increasing rate.

Kim's quivering lip soon became a stammer, then a squeal, ending in full-throated shrieking.

Nika laughed, as she said over Kim's deafening cries, "Now that's the Kimmy I know and love. I knew you couldn't stay a quiet fuck for long."

Kim wanted to—or it should be said, her body wanted to—collapse forward onto Jack; however, Brittany continued to clutch her firmly about the head, preventing her.

Brittany changed her thrusting tempo, adding a pièce de résistance to Kim's climaxes. Using Kim's shoulders and head as leverage for her arms, she forced herself into Kim, thrusting the strap-on hard into Kim's ass each time.

Each time she slammed the dildo home, Brittany reminded Kim, "Your ass is mine, now; totally mine." Kim's only answer was another, ear-piercing shriek, followed by a torrent of fluid gushing out of her.

When the shrieking finally stopped, Brittany released Kim's head, allowing her to slump sideways, off Jack, and onto the bed.

Kim wasn't the only one left breathless, as Brittany panted, red-faced from the exertion of pounding into Kim. She bent over to kiss the top of Jack's cock, which stood quivering in the air having been released from Kim, and said, "That was quite a work out. A couple more humps like that and I'll really get the thighs and abs toned."

Before she can sink her lips fully onto Jack's cock, Nika spanked her on the ass, and said, "My turn girl. Let me clean your man while you get me ready."

"Give me a minute. His cock isn't the only thing that needs cleaning," Brittany answered, as she took the strap-on to the bathroom sink.

Nika licked and sucked Jack's cock clean of all Kim's arousal before doing the same to his testicles. As she pulled one then the other of his balls in her mouth to tongue them clean, she felt a rough spank to her ass.

Brittany was back from cleaning the dildo, and while holding a bottle of lube, said to Nika, "Get that fine ass in the air, baby, so pixie Domme can get it worked in."

Smiling and winking at Jack, Brittany works a couple of well-lubed fingers into Nika's asshole, and asked him, "Ready for round two, my alpha man?"

Jack just winked back as a response.

In between long, slow licks and sucks, Nika broke in, "Let's do this the other way around. I want to feel Jack's thick cock sliding in where the sun don't shine."

Brittany sweetly kissed Nika's buttocks, and says, "I like your style, baby, but I better work more than two fingers in, or you're going to be hurting."

After Brittany worked four fingers in, Jack leaned his back against the headboard, coming to a sitting position. Pulling Nika up and toward him, he said, "Reverse cowgirl, baby. Turn 'round and settle that sweet ass onto my stick."

Straddling Jack's hips and positioning her ass directly above Jack's cock, Nika commented, laughingly, "Yippie-ki-yah. This cowgirl sure loves all you hung cowboys."

Even with the four-finger work-up, it was a tight fit to start. Nika's enthusiasm for hung cowboys deflated a bit as she struggled working Jack's cock into her behind. "Maybe I bit off more than my ass can chew," she commented with a sarcastic laugh, and after a long while of struggle.

"Take your time, sweetheart, and let Candice squirt some more lube on my cock. You'll get it in, eventually."

"Yeah? And how many pieces is my ass going to be in when I do?"

Jack commented, laughingly, "I thought all you porn queens can take any sized cock in any hole. Just with a snap of the fingers. What gives?"

"I may be a porn queen, but I usually don't do anal. Munch has to pay extra if he wants me to, and he hates that."

"Wow, breaking personal etiquette just so you can take ol' Jack up the ass. I must be special."

Nika grunted out a laugh, and answered sarcastically, "Maybe, or maybe I'm just stupid."

Brittany broke in, "Nika, baby, just pull him out for a second so that I can can grease him up...there, that's a good bitch. Now try it."

After slathering Jack's cock with a thick coating of the viscous fluid, Brittany rested her head on Jack's thigh so she could better watch Nika's continual, slow descent onto Jack's pole.

Even with the extra lube, it still took some time, but millimeter by millimeter, Jack's cock disappeared from view. Except for the time she saw Jack's cock sliding into her own behind, Brittany had never seen anything as erotic as his thick tool slowly spread Nika's buttocks in the extreme on its dark, pleasure-inducing journey inside. It took all of her control not to touch her own pussy out of sexual excitement, and inadvertently bring herself off before she wanted. She touched Nika's vulva, instead, feeling nothing but a warm saturation, reminiscent of a sponge steeping in a warm bath.




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Once Nika's bottom touched bottom, sitting directly on Jack's thighs, Brittany says, breathlessly, "Let me see you fucking my man. Pull him out, again, so that I can see him sliding deep into that tight ass of yours."

"You mean like this," Nika answers. Shifting onto her feet and into a catcher's squat, she leans into Jack while reaching around and wrapping her arms around his neck for leverage. Then, she slid her ass along his pole in long, using slow, exaggerated thrusts of her hips.

"Oh yeah, fuck that big cock," Brittany sighed. Touching Nika's pussy again, several small beads of arousal fell from her opening and onto Jack's cock. They join, forming one large pearl of fluid, before slowly trickling down his shaft and onto his balls.

Overcome with lust, Brittany latched her mouth onto Nika's pussy, and swirled her tongue about her hole. Nika closed her eyes at the mounting ecstasy, and as Brittany crawls her swirling tongue ever closer to her unsheathed clit, Nika feels the sudden onset of climax.

Grabbing Brittany's head, Nika pulled the redhead off her pussy and up to her face. Kissing her sweetly while licking her own arousal from Brittany's lips and chin, she said, "Too quick, baby, much too quick. I don't want to come before I feel you and your man fucking me."

Releasing Brittany's head, Nika leaned back harder into Jack, as he wraps his powerful arms tightly around her breasts. Bringing his knees up and locking them in front of, and against, her thighs, he spreads her legs open as wide as he can, giving Brittany an easy target.

Nika moaned, "See how your man lays me open. Give it to me! Fuck me good, little pixie. Stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me good."

Brittany paused a moment, teasingly rimming Nika's hole with the end of the dildo, before pushing it into her pussy. Then, wrapping her arms around Nika and Jack as best she could, she pulled herself tightly against Nika.

They stayed like that, pressed tightly together. Nika immobile, sandwiched between Jack and Brittany like a leaf pressed between the pages of a book. The two woman sweetly kissed, and are joined by Jack, who adds a rough, masculine fuel to their more gentle, Sapphic fire. Their passions continued climbing as their mouths enthusiastically slip from one to another, without pattern or purpose, and in total chaos. It isn't until Nika pleads a soft, breathless, "Fuck me," that Brittany and Jack both begin a slow, subtle thrusting.

With their heads always in contact, as if bowed in some lascivious prayer, Brittany and Jack continued the soft, almost imperceptible shuffling of their hips.

As such, Nika's climb to bliss is slow, glacially slow, agonizingly slow, and almost as imperceptible as the subtle thrusting of the phalluses deep within her. Like the torture of small, yet constant, drips of water to one's head, the minuscule increasing ratchets of arousal without hope for a quick release, are slowly driving the young woman insane.

Brittany whispers close to her ear, bringing a soft verbal torture to augment the physical. "You like me fucking your pussy like a man?"

"F-Fuck m-me h-h-harder, b-baby!"

"Hmm, I think not. I think your pussy wants it soft and sweet, gentle as a spring breeze."

"N-No p-please...h-hard..."

"No, no, no. Mustn't rush the pleasure. And baby, being snug and tight and so close to you like I am, I can stay like this for hours."

Nika continued to plead, "N-No! F-Fuck me h-hard."

"Kiss me first. Soft and sweet like the first time."

Between shallow, stuttering breaths Nika gently kissed her. However, when they parted lips, Brittany smiled, and said, "For hours."

"N-N-No!"

Nika was beside herself in sexual torment, and resorted to repeatedly slapping or grabbing Brittany's ass roughly, in an attempt to pull Brittany and the dildo into her, faster and deeper. However, Brittany maintained her slow, subtle pumping.

When Nika's hands finally quieted and her breathing came as loud, forced whimpers, Jack lightly touched her over-ripened button.

Nika screamed abruptly and for only one time, as she finally found release.

Her body drained of strength, Nika rested against Jack, panting heavily. A large pool of ejaculate grew, seeping outward into the sheets below her groin. Feeling the encroaching wet spot, she smiled, and commented, listlessly, "I certainly made a mess." 

Having spent the whole time watching Nika in wonderful torment, Kim kissed her cheek, and said, "I think we both did, and it's time Candice makes her own mess, as well. Here, pixie Domme, let me wear the strap..."

Grabbing Kim around the waist, then pulling her tight against him, Jack sais, "Before that, I think it's time you explore the wonders of my cock sliding where the sun don't shine. First, though, get a washcloth and some soap, and clean my cock." Seeing the odd look Brittany gave him, he commented, "I thought you wanted to see how many times we can make the porn queens scream and squirt."

"You said that?" Nika asked, with a hint of incredulity.

Brittany responded, slightly embarrassed, "Well, I may have been bragging a bit." Then to Jack, she said, "You know, I was only joking."

Jack pulled Brittany close, "You sounded serious to me."

She kissed him back passionately, while stroking his burgeoning erection, "Well, you better save something for me. I don't want him going limp when it's finally my turn."

Jack just smiled a response.

Unknown to Brittany, Jack viewed this night with her as their last unconstrained, fearless, anxiety-free night together; or, for want of a better analogy, a night of last rites and a last meal for the condemned. As such, he would make sure to save himself, as best he could, until the very end.

He wanted to forestall the inevitable—the worry and the angst—as far into the night as possible, because, come morning, a heavy pall of unresolved apprehension would dampen their moods until Jack's plan comes to fruition. Worse, the anxiety will not end even when the plan was implemented. Jack understood, all too well, that if the plan failed, there will not be a mountain high enough, a hole deep enough, nor a planet far enough away to hide on and escape Santos' retribution.

******** 

They got the 'porn queens' off a couple of more times, each. Brittany was near exhausted, given that Jack allowed her to do most of the work with the strap-on. Now that it was finally Brittany's turn, Jack was anything but limp.

Having slipped out from between Brittany and Jack for a third and last time, Nika ended up on her back in the middle of the bed.

Seeing a golden opportunity laid out before him, Jack said to Brittany in a commanding tone, "Take that damn dildo off. It's served its purpose. Now, get into a little sixty-nine action with Nika. Kim, I want you in on this too...that's right, just snuggle that sweet pussy of yours up against Nika's. Nice!" Then, spanking Brittany on the ass, he ordered, "I want to hear the two porn queens get off again before I tap your ass."

"What? Again? And at the same time?"

Jack responded with a mocking tone, "Yes, again, and at the same time. You called it before, porn queens squirt and scream. So, start eating pussy."

Leaning back onto her elbows and with her legs spread wide, Kim pushed her groin fully into Nika's, and then said, "You heard the man, pixie Domme. Eat me!"

Brittany planted her mouth fully between the two women while sliding her tongue over their clits.

Jack watched with amusement, as Brittany's jaws worked feverishly. With her nose pressed deep into Kim's mons, she tried to ply tongue to cunt as best she could from her awkward position.

Contrary to what he said, Jack had no intention of waiting for the two actors to get off again. He'd wait long enough for Brittany to jump through this last hoop of obligation, before giving her what she needed.

All he could hear were Brittany's short, sharp breaths and soft lapping sounds as she burrowed her tongue deeper between their groins. To aid their friend in her task, as well as exact a small humiliating tease, both Kim and Nika shifted their pussies against each other and along Brittany's burrowing tongue. The sloshing sounds made by their saturated pussies as they slid against each other filled the room, and made Jack's cock harder.

Sexually inflamed anew by Brittany's deft tongue, Nika roughly grabbed her buttocks and buried her own face full into Brittany's groin. Nika's tongue slid effortlessly between Brittany's clit and opening, as she applies a little pressure to Brittany's anus with the tip of a moistened finger.

Brittany's legs quivered from Nika's attentions. Her moans became loud and incessant as she continued to work her own magic on, and between, the porn queens.

"Careful, Nika," Jack cautioned her, "I don't want emerald-eyes coming just yet. Stay away from her clit. Just tongue her hole and get it nice and juicy for me."

Nika did as told, rimming Brittany's hole until it glistened from a thick coating of saliva and arousal. Occasionally, her tongue would dart higher, quickly flicking and lapping it across Brittany's perineum until her whole groin, from front door to back door, had an iridescent sheen of moisture.

No longer just quivering, Brittany's thighs and legs were trembling in pleasure.

Sensing she wouldn't last much longer, Jack positioned himself right behind Brittany's ass, straddling Nika's head.

Looking up, Nika saw Jack's massive tool, hard and thick, pulsating a scant inch from Brittany's opening. His balls hung down, heavy and enticing, just above her face. Seeing such eroticism at a glance, she sighed, then commented, "So, this is what heaven looks like. Jack, you bad boy, stay right where you are and let me help."

Holding Jack's cock by the base, Nika ran the tip of his dome through the moist groove between Brittany's swollen labia. Taking a moment to slick up his stick by rimming her hole with the cockhead, she playfully slapped his cock all around her clit. Seeing Brittany's hardened clit spring out fully from its hood, she said, teasingly, "Candice, doll, look what I got for you. Do you want it?"

Brittany answered with a frustrated laugh, "God, yes!"

"Where do you want it?"

She blurted, "In my pussy! Put it in my pussy!"

"Say please."

"Fucking please with whipped cream and a cherry on top, put it in my pussy!" However, just as Nika rimmed Brittany's hole with Jack's cock, lining it up for the plunge, Brittany suddenly added, "Baby, like the first time!"

Amused, Jack asked, "What first time?"

"Fuck me like the first time you fucked my twat. Fuck me like that, please!"

Jack had to think deep about what he did, but then remembered. "Okay, emerald-eyes. I'll try, but I don't have a lot of room to maneuver."

As Jack slid his cock into Brittany's pussy, he shifts his torso lower and almost sits on Nika's face.

It wasn't quite the exaggerated position he was in before, but it was enough. Brittany loudly moaned with approval while throwing her ass back into him.

When he lowered himself into the new position, his balls ended up resting sensuously across the bridge of Nika's nose. Temptation being too strong for her, she tipped her head back, opened her mouth, and drops Jack's testicles into her. As she tongues and sucks on them enthusiastically, Brittany continually threw her hips back onto Jack's stationary rod.

Jack's strong hands gripped Brittany by the hips, as he added his own strength to the mix, pulling and pushing her roughly along this thick cock.

Brittany gave up trying to service the two porn queens. All she could do was loudly moan and pant for air as the upwelling of euphoria closed around her lower torso like a warm blanket. Each time Jack pulled her ass back into his thighs, Nika's chin hit her clit, sending sharp jolts of bliss shooting from her pussy and through her body as an electric charge.

They all reached a fevered pitch. Jack increased the force and strength of his arms as he slammed Brittany back against his legs. Nika flick her tongue across Brittany's hard pebble. Within moments, Brittany's body shook violently as she found release. 

She buried her face deep between their legs as she quaked. Although the sound was muffled by the ladies' thighs, Jack heard a long protracted wail as he continued thrusting into her. Just as her wailing began to die down, Jack grabbed her about the waist, flipped her over onto her back, and plunged his cock fully into her pussy.

He threw himself into her, hard and repeatedly. Her climax continued as she gave him the same, wide-eyed look as she had the first time he fucked her this way. The same look Nika had given him. The look of abject bliss mixed with awe as wave upon climatic wave crashed over and through her.

All Brittany could do was gasp for air—gasping for air while looking into his sanguine eyes, hoping beyond hope that this will never end—as each climax built, crashed, and then receded

Seeing that look in her eyes, the longing look of love and lust for him alone, Jack couldn't hold off any longer.

Seeing his characteristic, 'I'm going to come,' look pass across his face, Brittany wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him tight against her. Then, reaching up, she pulled his head down to her face. She kissed him hard, and pleaded, "Come inside me, baby. I want to feel you coming inside me."

Although she really couldn't feel his powerful ejaculation, she did watch it unfold, as his eyes closed and the muscles in his face relaxed. "Ooh, that's it, baby. Give it to me, and keep it coming. Fill up my hot twat with all your thick cum."

Brittany wasn't quite done as Jack finally pulls out of her. Shifting quickly into pixie Domme mode, she commanded Nika and Kim to lie with their heads together. Staring down into their smoky, dream-like eyes, a little smirk creased her lips. Only a pixie Domme can exude such a smile, as she squatted over them with her cum-filled pussy right over their mouths. As Jack's semen flowed out of her and onto their flushed faces, she commanded, "Clean me good, bitches."

********

Shortly after Kim and Nika left, Jack noticed the bottle of booze was still on the table. Brittany lay quietly next to him, deep into her own thoughts and playing with his chest hair, when he said, "Kim forgot her scotch. Care for a glass?"

She responded after mulling it over for a moment, "I'll just have some of yours."

Pouring a generous amount, Jack took a long pull from the glass before handing it to Brittany.

Looking at it for a moment, she remembered how the scotch got in the room and everything that happened leading up to this moment. Taking a small sip, she said, "Well that was fun."

The night of last rites and last meals is over.

Jack could no longer hold it back, and felt the heavy burden of his pending decision descend onto his spirit. He smiled at her, though, belying his growing anxiousness, and said, "Hopefully it's not the last time."

Although she saw his smile, the tone of finality in his voice set off an alarm in her head. Bolting upright, she asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"I can't wait any longer. It's time." It was another of his cryptic statements, but this time she knew what he meant. Kissing her sweetly on the mouth, he continued, "I'm going to have to push his buttons hard, and I need your help to do it. Are you ready to hear the plan?"

Butterflies ran rampant in her stomach as she pondered his words and their intent. Taking a deep breath and another sip of scotch to get control over her runaway anxiety, she answered in an even tone, "Yes. What do you want me to do?"



Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 10



For the rest of that night and all the next day, Jack repeatedly went over the plan with Brittany until she could recite all the details, and any possible contingency, flawlessly from memory. Looking over their options, Jack figured the best time to implement the plan would be Saturday, right after Santos' usual round of golf with a couple of his cronies.

Santos and his group usually tee off at ten. Jack arrived a little before that, and found Santos hitting balls on the driving range. Jack watched him from behind a row of hedges until the group started down the first fairway. After that, he waited and watched for them on the clubhouse veranda, having coffee.

About two hours later, Jack spotted Santos' group coming up the ninth fairway. Staying out of sight as they make the turn into the back nine, he called Brittany to make sure she was ready.

"He just made the turn. I figure we still have another two hours before I set things in motion. It's not too late to back out. You can always go the conventional route and get a lawyer; although, there's still no guarantee he won't come after you after the divorce."

Brittany didn't hesitate to answer, "I know him. He will. I want him out of my life, and prison is the best way."

"I want to remind you that if I push the right buttons, it will get rough for you; probably very rough."

There was only a slight hesitation on the other end of the line before Jack heard Brittany's voice, again, and this time, full of confidence, "I know. I've gone over this in my head for days, now. I'm ready. Just make sure you're not late."

At two-thirty Jack spotted Santos' group making their way up the eighteenth fairway.

"It's time," he said quietly to himself, "No turning back now."

The evening before, he gave Brittany the procedure on how to disable the car alarm on Santos' Cadillac. Using a 'Slim Jim,' Jack popped the door lock without incident. Then he laid down on the floor in the back seat of the car, and waited.

It was about fifteen minutes later when Jack heard the trunk open and Santos placing his clubs inside.

As soon as Santos put the key in the ignition, Jack pounced.

Before Santos knew what was happening, Jack took a firm hold at the back of his collar and pulled his head back, cutting off his wind as well as pressing his head firmly against the headrest.

For a moment, Santos went wide-eyed in surprise and fear when he saw Jack in the rearview mirror. His fear only lasted a few seconds before he shifted into cop-mode at Dorn's brazenness. Reaching his hand up in order to pry Jack's away from his collar, he said with barely hidden contempt, "You've got one second to get out of my fucking car, you ass..."

Santos stopped his threat when Jack placed a taser close to his neck.

"Hello Santos," Jack said, with a tone of quiet malice, "It's time you answer for Ashante and Kellen. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"Fuck you, you..."

"Shut up. One more outburst and I will tase your ass, and then drive you to a place no one will ever find. For you, that would be the hard way. I prefer the easy way. With the easy way, everyone stays alive, but I'm more than capable of doing it hard if you make me. Now, you're going to want to listen to what I have to say, and I'm only going to say it once. So, are you ready to listen?" When Santos nodded his head, Jack continues, "Start your car. You know Braden's Café over on Fremont? Drive there as if it's your usual, lazy Saturday afternoon."

There were just enough people in the café to put Jack at ease. He chose a table instead of a booth, and sat so that he could watch the entrance.

Santos sat quietly, waiting for Jack to make his pitch. He would wait and bide his time. Put Jack at ease and not make any threats until he was safely away. He would let Jack have his fun. What difference did it make? Jack Dorn was a dead man. He just doesn't know it, yet. Santos stared back at the man with his hard, dark eyes, and smiled subtly at that thought.

Jack ordered them a coffee and Santos a Reuben sandwich to make their conversation look normal to the other patrons.

Taking a sip of his coffee, Santos commented, "First, heroin possession and now kidnapping a police lieutenant, you're moving up in the world, Dorn."

Jack didn't respond at first, but set a tape recorder on the table between them. "Shut up, and listen to this very carefully."

Santos recognized the voice on the tape immediately. It was Peter Fray, the former chief of forensics for Metro. The tape lasted all of fifteen minutes. When it was over, Santos' face was drained of color.

"Quite a story he had to tell," Jack began, with a touch of amusement in his voice, "I particularly liked the part where he said you were crying like a little bitch, begging him to help cover up Ashante's murder. I'm impressed you had that much cash on hand. A hundred thousand dollars isn't easy to come by, but it was money well spent given how things turned out for you."

Santos regained his composure, and scoffed, "What does this prove? That you got some kiddie-fucker to tell lies about me."

Jack ignored Santos' question, and continued, "He never did trust you, you know. Oh sure, Fray covered up your crimes and the crimes of your crew, buying your silence about what happened with Cathy Bateman, but he never trusted you. He knew it would just be a matter of time before you saw him as an untenable, loose thread, and took care of the matter." Jack pauses for effect, and then finished, "You really didn't think he destroyed the evidence, did you?"

"Bullshit! You don't have any evidence."

"Do you really think I'm that stupid? Do you really think I'd be sitting here if all I had were Fray's taped confession? Fray kept all the evidence surrounding Ashante's murder. He kept it all, and now I have it. I have it all. Such as the jewelry you gave her, the ones with the little blue stones, as well as some carpet fibers that match your car. Speaking of car, after doing some digging, I even have witness statements from Ashante's friends, that it was your car she was last seen in the night of her murder. You really shouldn't have used your Jaguar that night, but, I guess you wanted to impress her."

"What? Jewelry? Fibers? Statements from some whores? That's all you got?"

"So far you're not denying it."

"I don't have to deny nothing, you prick!"

"Double negative, good English," Jack said, sarcastically, and then continues in a more serious tone, "Granted, on their own they're weak sauce. The fibers are the most damning. They do match the fibers in your trunk, although they're pretty common. However, all together they add up, particularly when you throw in the murder weapon."

Santos' face went pale.

"That's right. Fray even saved that lead pipe you used to bash her brains in with, the one having your prints and her blood. Once I got all this from Fray, I had it retested at an independent lab at my expense. The fibers, prints, and blood, now that was money well spent."

Santos' eyes grew colder as they stared back at Jack, appearing like those of a dead mackerel, totally devoid of emotion. Only the subtle trembling of his jaw muscles were the only indications he was alive, as he tightened his mouth and lips into a granite-like façade.

Jack smiled back into Santos' emotionless stare and continued, "I often wonder what she did to you that night. What did Ashante do that put you in such a rage? How else to explain you beating her face in until it was unrecognizable, you leaving her body out in the open for anyone to find, along with the murder weapon and the trinkets you gave her. You weren't even thinking at all that night, you were in such a rage."

Santos's hands and fingers twitched erratically against the table. It looked like he wanted to grab Jack by the neck and beat his face bloody until he stopped talking. Only the thought of what he would do to Jack later kept him from leaping across the table.

Jack continued baiting him, "I'm also wondering, why whores? A macho guy like you, belonging to the upper echelon at Metro with plenty of spending cash for a tasty mistress, you could probably fuck anyone you wanted. Why did you feel the need to pay for whores? What is it, a kink of yours? I couldn't figure it out. At first, I thought you needed to have it slummy. Maybe it's a way of exorcising those demons of yours. Needed penitence for being such a low-life fuck, murderer and thief, you have to have sex on the low-down. I discounted that, however. Doing penitence implies you have a conscience. So, after a while I just figure you like going in where some other guy's just been. You get off on sloppy seconds, don't you? I bet you even go down on your whores so you can taste the last guy that's been..."

Santos was about to shoot out of his chair, but jack stopped him with 'the stare,' and a few harsh words, "Don't get stupid." After a long moment, Jack continued, "Well, enough about your sex life, there's something else I wanted to tell you. You're going to love this part...ready...didn't you ever wonder about how quickly her body was found? You see, after you filled in Fray on what you had done, trying to get his help, he made an anonymous tip to the department. That's why her body was found so quickly. Seeing a way to get out from under your thumb, he took it. No honor among thieves, I guess." Jack paused for a moment as a look of realization dropped across Santos' face. Jack continued with a smile, "You didn't even have a clue, did you? I used to think the poor arrest record of Internal Affairs was due to corruption. You know, getting paid to look the other way, but now I'm thinking it's incompetence. You assholes in IA really are that stupid."

Seeing the smug look on Jack's face, Santos couldn't hold back his rage and tried to stand, but Jack stood up before him. Towering over the man, Jack said with barely concealed malice, "Sit down and shut up. I'm not through." Only when Santos lowered himself back in his seat, does Jack sit down and continue, "I only have a few more things to say. I could have ended all this back in the car, and saved myself a lot of trouble, but I'm a nice guy. Even to an evil piece of shit like you, I'm going to be a nice guy. I'm giving you the option to resign from the force. No questions answered, no reasons given. You're through being a cop as of Monday.

Santos chuckled. He couldn't believe the balls Jack had. First, making him sit and listen to him as if he were a child, and now demanding him to quite the force. It would give him great pleasure to kill this arrogant fuck. Something he should have done two years ago. Santos continued to chuckle, as he said, "What if I don't resign, 'Mr. Nice Guy?' What are you going to do then?"

"Then I'll kick all the evidence up to your father, and let him deal with you. I'm sure he doesn't want to reopen the Ashante investigation, especially since his fingerprints are all over the case. He and the department sure don't need the bad publicity. For argument's sake, though, let's say he doesn't do anything. In that case, I'll just take what I got to the DA. They still owe me a couple of favors, I'm sure they'll take a hard look at it."

Santos chuckled again, and asked, "What does any of this get you? The case is closed. Someone else did the murder. The chain of evidence has been broken. It doesn't matter what you have, the DA will never touch it."

"Maybe, but I can be pretty convincing. Besides, it's going to be difficult for them to discount that lead pipe, with your prints and her DNA all over it. They won't ignore that, and they'll get their indictment based on it. Yet, let's say you're right. Just for arguments sake, a good shyster can get some, if not all of the evidence thrown out because of lack of integrity in the chain of custody. If you go that route, then the best-case scenario for you is that you'll be acquitted but everyone will know you're guilty. Just like O.J. Simpson, free as a bird but guilty as sin, and no longer a cop, I might add. They'll have retired your ass even before you go to trial, and without your pension. Everyone, and I mean everyone, will treat you as radioactive, especially the captain. When all is said and done, you won't even be able to get a job handling security for a storage facility. All of this is hypothetical, though. The captain isn't going to let the DA get near the evidence."

"What, you think Mallory would do something to me, his son?"

"You still haven't caught up yet, have you? Why do you think I started digging into Ashante after it laid dormant for two years? Who do you think put me back on this?"

Santos asked, incredulously, "Who...Mallory?"

"No, your wife, bug wit." Seeing the look of absolute shock on his face, Jack continued, "Yeah, just by coincidence she walked into my office about a month ago, wanting me to look into your nighttime activities. She always suspected you of stepping out on her, but when I found out it was with whores, she went ballistic with fury. The woman scorned, and all that shit."

Santos' shock quickly turned into rage, but he kept silent and continued listening to Jack, "Well, once whores were mentioned, Brit remembered some minor trouble you got into a few years back, having to do with a particular whore. Seems she heard you and her father talking about a case one day. She didn't hear any of the details, except she remembered the name, Ashante. Not too long ago, she even asked her father about it, and knew he was lying to her. Well, after I filled her in on what I knew, she wanted me to go further and find out all I could. She paid me well, too, over and above what she paid me to find out about your cheating. I bet she probably got the money out of your joint account. Isn't that a kick, your own wife having me investigate you, and using your own money to do it with? You must feel like a real dumb fuck about now."

Santos visibly trembled with rage. Only the black bile of hate rising up into his throat kept him from speaking and making threats in front of witnesses.

Jack could tell Santos was dangerously close to detaching from himself and reality, and doing something totally spontaneous and very stupid like he had done with Ashante. Jack snapped him back into reality, "Santos! Listen to me! We can avoid any unpleasantness with the law if you do exactly what I say. Monday, you're going to Captain Mallory and put in for early retirement. You'll only get a part of your pension, but at least you won't spend the rest of your fucked life in general population. Then, sometime next week after hearing the humiliating news about her husband, Brit's going to file for divorce, and you're going to give it to her, uncontested. Alandra stays with her. You have no visitation rights. Brit keeps the house you paid twenty-five cents on the dollar for. You get to keep the caddie and the garage over on Mitchum, the one with the Jaguar and the safe, with who knows how much cash. You do anything else, other than what I've just told you, and I will kick this shit-storm higher and let the powers that be deal with you.

Standing, Jack said, sternly, "Just stay seated. Finish your coffee and eat your Reuben."

With their business concluded, Jack pulled out his cell phone from his suit pocket in order to call Jerome, who was waiting for him a few blocks away in his car. Unknown to Jack, a small piece of folded paper fell to the floor as he retrieved his phone.

Santos noticed the paper fall to the floor.

"I'm ready. Meet me out front," Jack said into the phone. Then looking down at Santos, he said, "Just stay here for a while. Listen to the tape again if you're having any doubts or plan on doing something stupid. It's a copy, anyway. Oh, one last thing," Jack added, while sliding a computer disk toward Santos, "Something you might want to watch that will help you make up your mind on what you should do. I'll give you the rest of the weekend to think it over, but you better put in your papers come Monday." With that, Jack threw a twenty on the table and left.

Santos watched him get into a car driven by a black man he didn't recognize. Picking up the paper Jack accidently dropped, his fingers shook with barely contained rage as he read the note:

Jack,

Be at the Blue Moon by 8:00. I hope things went well with the asshole. I'll have a warm and very wet surprise waiting for you as a reward.

I can't wait to feel you inside me, again—feel you everywhere!

XOXO

Brittany's handwriting was unmistakable. She even included her characteristic X's and O's, and a doodle of a red heart she always drew on her love notes.

Moments later, Santos was in his car, racing home.

His house is empty as anticipated. Brittany was already in the wind, but he didn't need to guess where, and Alandra was with her grandparents.

Before he did anything, before he read the note again and checked into the cryptic reference about 'Blue Moon,' before he looked at the disk, or even before he cursed the day he ever met his wife, Santos slammed back two large shots of Patrón.

Taking the bottle and glass with him, he sat down in front of his computer and started digging.

Over twenty local references to 'Blue Moon' pop up from the search, but one stuck out particularly far: the Blue Moon Motel; owned and operated by Roger Dorn.

Santos vaguely remembered Dorn had a brother or a cousin in the hotel business.

He sat back in his chair, confident that was where she was hiding. He was going to wait, though. Wait until after eight tonight when he could be sure Dorn will be there with her. Then, he would kill them both.

Downing another shot of tequila, he read her note again.

He couldn't wrap his mind around her unmitigated betrayal, his own wife using Dorn to investigate him with his own money, and then fucking his rival in the process.

Along with the humiliation of being used and deceived by someone he trusted with his life and child, unstoppable images of her, 'feeling him everywhere,' flooded his mind.

He took another shot to quiet his anger, but the continual thoughts of betrayal that invaded his consciousness counteracted the alcohol, pushing his rage even higher.

How often did they fuck? Did she suck his cock? Did she like sucking his cock? Did she let him fuck her in the ass? Images of her performing sexual acts she had always been reluctant to do continue to run, over and over, in his mind. Santos knew what she liked and disliked in bed, and her sly little, 'Feel you everywhere,' told him everything he needed to know about their relationship: she let him do everything, and she loved playing his slut.

Santos threw the shot glass, shattering it against the wall.

Checking his watch, it read straight-up four o'clock. He'd be hard pressed to wait until eight, but he needed to remain calm.

Still, uninvited images of her doing unspeakable things with Dorn continued filling him to overflowing with hate and anger.

Taking a swig directly from the bottle, he concentrated his thoughts on what Dorn could have done back in the parking lot of the golf course—a perfect opportunity blown. If Dorn had any balls, he would have killed Santos, then and there, instead of opting for his resignation.

"What a pussy," Santos muttered to himself. "If he was a man he would have killed me by now. That asshole overplayed his hand, coming off so cocky and so confident, as if I would do as told—act like a whipped puppy. 'Roll up into a little ball, bitch, and resign.'"

"Yeah, I'll resign, asshole," Santos mumbled into the bottle of tequila, "I'm resigned to killing your ass at the first opportunity, along with my cheating cunt of a wife."

Different thoughts flooded his mind. Thoughts of what he would do to Dorn. One particular notion filled him with glee: sticking the barrel of his revolver up Dorn's ass, pulling the trigger, and watching his tortured agony as he slowly bleeds to death out his asshole. It wasn't a serious thought, however. It was a murder too difficult to cover up. On the other hand, a murder-suicide was easy to explain, and wholly believable given he and his wife had fallen into a torrid and unstable romance. At least, that's what the investigation would conclude. He only regretted he'd have to shoot her, thus denying him the supreme pleasure of choking the life out of her with his bare hands.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 10



His mind quickly flipped over to other things Dorn told him. His comment, 'Something to help make up your mind,' Santos found particularly amusing in light of the decision he'd made. Then he remembered what Dorn's statement is in reference to: the computer disk.

At first, Santos wasn't going to bother with it, thinking it was just a video log of the evidence Dorn gathered. Once he killed Dorn, the evidence won't matter. However, out of morbid curiously he put the disk into his computer.

If finding out that Dorn was banging his wife wasn't enough to shred his pride, then what he saw on the disk would.

It was a video, as Dorn had said, and professionally done by its look. The scene opens with Brittany, alone, sitting on the edge of a bed, fully clothed. Her green eyes, bright and cheerful, stared unblinking into the camera. This wasn't some shaky, dim-lighted amateur shit filmed with a camera phone. This was a steady, high definition digital recording with a lot of good, well-placed lighting.

Hello Santos, if you're watching this, it means I'm close to filing for divorce. Before I do that, however, I want to show you what I've been doing these past few weeks, ever since finding out about all the whores you've been fucking.

A man entered the frame. Naked, except for a leather bondage hood, he laid back on the bed next to Brittany. His cock was already hard, but when Brittany ran teasing fingers across it, Santos saw it stiffen further. Brittany smiled at the camera before giving the cockhead a little peck with her lips.

Fighting against his nature to snap the DVD in half, Santos continued watching in disbelief and rage as his wife transformed herself into a whore.

Standing, Brittany wiggled out of her skirt and panties and removed her blouse, only leaving on a pink t-shirt—the same t-shirt she wore to the party. When Brittany straddled the man's chest, assuming the sixty-none position, Santos was able to read the lettering on the t-shirt.

Slamming his fist down, he yelled, "God damn, cock-sucking bitch," and braking a corner off the heavy oaken table.

Santos heard his wife say:

Tongue my pussy a little, baby.

Her eyes went soft and half-lidded as the man grabs a hunk of her ass, pulling her behind into his hooded face.

She was silent for a while. Her whole face glowing with a dream-like quality of imparted bliss.

Santos could see the man's head working and shifting behind her ass, as he pushed his face deeper into her groin. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his massive cock, Brittany continued her narration:

See this Santos. This is a real man's cock. For the longest time I didn't know what I was missing until Jack opened my eyes. Now that I've tasted it and felt it deep inside me, I don't ever want to go back to that puny sausage you call a dick.

Smiling into the camera for effect, she added:

If you want to know how much of a whore for manly cock I've become, then watch.

Santos watched with both awe and revulsion as Brittany, slowly, methodically, and completely, swallowed the man's massive tool. She held his entire cock all the way in her mouth for the longest time while playing with his balls—massaging them with both sets of her fingers—kneading them and pulling them up to caress them with her nose. Just when Santos thought she would pass out from a lack of air, Brittany slowly pulled her head back, leaving a thick trail of drool that flowed down on the guy's member and across her fingers.

Looking back into the camera, she continued:

That's how much of a cock whore I've become. I mean, can you blame me? Look at it. Now look at your puny, little sausage. Go on, compare. I know you have your little weenie out by now, and you're stroking it as I blow a real man. It's okay to admit it turns you on watching your wife suck on a real man's cock. Here, let me help you get off.

She continued to look directly into the camera as she played lustfully with his member, taking long, exaggerated licks, or slow, balls deep, sucks, until her saliva dripped profusely off his cock.

Brittany then said, as heavy strands of saliva bridged the space between her chin and the man's member:

How was that? Good? Pretty hot, watching me blow a massive tool. Did you get off? What am I saying, of course you did. Hard not to, seeing me suck a fat cock right down to the balls like the total, fucking cock whore I've become. I know how much guys like you get off watching a real cock whore wife ply her trade. Here, let me show you again.

Once more, she took a short excursion to bob her mouth slowly along his shaft, ending with a loud and exaggerated sucking bite with pursed lips to his cockhead.

God, I'm so glad Jack opened my eyes to the wonders of a big cock. Once he had me begging him to fuck me anywhere he wants, he passed me around to his friends. Let me tell you, he has a lot of friends, and they all have fucking, massive tools.

She took another break to suck on her partner for a while, this time using her hands along with her mouth as she slowly bobbed and sucked.

God, he's so hard. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, I serviced all of Jack's friends, two, sometimes three, at a time. I begged them like a slut to fill all my holes at once, and they all were more than happy to oblige. Remember all those times I wouldn't let you butt fuck me? Well, Jack helped me change my mind about that, as well. Now, about the only thing I like better than gobbling down a fat one until he shoots a hot load down my throat, is taking that fat cock all the way into my ass.

Brittany turned her head away from the camera and talked to her partner:

Eat my puss-puss a little more, baby. Get me all nice and wet so that cock of yours slides into me good. That's it. Stick that tongue deep in there. Oh god, you're good! Way better than my husband.

Her eyes narrowed, as the same dreamy glow from before encapsulated her face. She drank in the full, mounting pleasure of bliss for a moment, before continuing:

You can imagine after taking ten and twelve inchers in every hole, that there was no way I could get off with your pathetic wiener. Fucking you became such a letdown. However, I did find a use for you, Santos. Each time I played with the bulls, I made sure they dumped a big load of cum deep in my snatch. Then I'd go home a let you eat it out of me. Don't you remember, about a month ago I started begging you to eat my pussy? You're not very good at it, but I didn't care about that.

She pauses for a moment as a sadistic smile creases her lips. Then she says:

I made you clean their cum out of my pussy. I made you my cuckold bitch...

Santos threw his fist into the monitor, smashing the screen. Although there was no longer a picture, the audio continued playing:

My very own cuckold bitch with a puny wiener, sucking all of their man cum out of my pus...

This time he brought his arm down onto the computer tower, silencing the audio. The smell of melting, plastic insulation and ozone filled the room as circuits continued to pop and fry.

Within moments, Santos was speeding down the highway and on his way to the Blue Moon Motel. He was in an unthinking and unstoppable rage. He still had enough awareness to put on his siren and portable red light, but not much more than that. As he raced down city streets, he didn't bother to wait for the other motorists to get out of his way, weaving recklessly in and out of traffic while leaning on his horn, or barely making sure intersections are clear before barreling through on his way to kill his wife.

He cut his siren and lights as he neared the motel.

Taking a pass once around the parking lot, he saw Brittany's Mercedes. There are no other cars around.

Santos wasn't going to wait. He'd take care of the bitch now, using his hands instead of his revolver, making it more personal and satisfying. Then he'd wait for lover-boy to show, and put a round through his head when Jack stepped into the room.

Tapping on her door, he heard Brittany say, "You sneak. You weren't supposed to be here until eight. Now I'm not ready."

Just as Brittany opened the door, Santos kicked it in hard, slamming the door square into her unsuspecting face.

Stumbling backwards from the blow, blood flowed unabated out of her broken nose, and almost instantaneously staining the front of her white blouse a deep crimson.

As Brittany reels back, nearly unconscious, Santos quickly closed the door before grabbing her by the collar.

He screamed, "You! Fucking! Cunt! Whore," punctuating each syllable with a hard slap to her face. Pushing her up against the wall, he wrapped his fingers around her neck, and lifted her off the floor. As her groundless feet flailed about, trying to kick him, Santos bore down with his full weight to her throat.

Through the fog of intermittent consciousness, she heard him say, "You want to choke on cock, huh bitch? I'll make you choke. I'm going to enjoy sending you to a deep and dark place."

Where are you, Jack? Where are you? she repeated to herself, as hope began to fade along with her awareness.

Then, a last, terrible thought crept into her mind as she fell into unconsciousness:

What if this is his plan all along?

Santos grinned malevolently into her face at seeing tears falling from her eyes, mistaking her look of sorrow and heartbreak at being betrayed, as one of pain and fear.



Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 11: Final



This represents the final installment of Crossfire. I hope the story was as entertaining to read as it was to write.

I would like to thank those of you who've been with it since the beginning for investing so much of your time reading my poor attempts at erotic literature, and I particularly want to thank you for your wonderful comments. It cannot be said forcefully enough how much your interest and comments helped me to see this story to its end.

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Brittany regained consciousness right where Santos dropped her, squatting on the floor with her back pressed against the wall, gasping for air.

Santos' lifeless body was propped upright in front of her, slumped against the bed and facing in the direction of the entrance to the room. Blood still oozed from two entry wounds in his chest, but without a pumping heart, soon even the oozing would stop.

Brittany trained her eyes back in the direction Santos last looked, and saw a dark figure framed in the doorway. It took her a moment to bring everything into focus, and when she did, she saw Jack standing, strong and tall, his gun still trained on her husband's dead form.

Jack noticed her staring at him. Holstering his pistol, he looked down at her with concern, and said. "You okay, baby?"

Still retching, coughing, and gasping for breath, she nodded her head slowly.

Although it was a foregone conclusion, Jack was about to check whether Santos still had a pulse when Buster rushed into the room.

Seeing the carnage laid out in front of him, Buster hissed, "Jesus fucking Christ."

Turning toward him, Jack asked Buster, "Is Jerome with you?" Buster continued staring around the room as if he hadn't heard. Jack repeated, this time with a hard bite in his voice, "Buster, where's Jerome?"

Buster finally snapped out of his trance, and answered, "Outside."

"Tell him to keep any pain-in-the-ass bystanders back, and get my car keys and cell phone from him. Then call 911. Make sure you tell them to send an ambulance."

Looking around the room one last time, Buster commented, "You shaved that pretty fucking close, Jack."

Jack looked over at Brittany.

Still wide-eyed from fear and trembling ceaselessly, she continued to cough and gasp for breath as blood dripped profusely from her broken nose. Ugly, deep red contusions bloomed all along her throat where Santos had choked her.

"Almost too close," Jack responded with a heavy sigh of relief.

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METRO SQUAD—ROBBERY/HOMICID DIVISION

Lieutenant Santos Medina homicide, case number R/H258009.

Subject: Jack Dorn (JD), Private Investigator, California license W99632B7110

Interviewer(s): Lead Detective Walter Craig (WC); attending, Detective Carl Oban (CO)

Subject interview transcript from video log; 3 of 3: Saturday, June 12, 2014.

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WC: This is a continuation of formal interviews into the Santos Medina homicide. In attendance are Detectives Walter Craig and Carl Oban, robbery-homicide division, Metro Squad. Okay, let's get started. For the record, state your full name, again.

JD: Jackson Michael Dorn.

WC: Are you still waving your right to counsel?

JD: I am.

WC: All right, Jack, let's go through this again, on or about...

JC: Jesus fucking Christ! Again? You two sure know how to flay a dead horse.

WC: Come on, Jack, you're an ex-cop, you know the drill. We're just making sure we have the facts straight. Now, on or about May seventh, Mrs. Medina hired your services. To do what, exactly?

JD: I'm not sure of the exact date. I'll have to check my billing records, but it was a little over four weeks ago that Mrs. Medina first came to my office. She suspected her husband of stepping out on her, and wanted proof of his infidelity before going to a lawyer.

WC: To be precise, we checked your bank records. You deposited ten-thousand dollars into your savings on the seventh, and made no major deposits or withdrawals thereafter, until the week of the homicide.

JD: Sounds about right. You guys looking to be my accountants? I could sure use one.

CO: Funny.

## sounds of paper rustling; paper sliding across a surface ##

WC: So, Mrs. Medina hires you to watch her husband, and during your investigation, you took these photos.

JD: That's correct. On six separate occasions, I witnessed Santos Medina soliciting prostitution, and took those photographs as proof. His usual routine was to pick them up, drive to a motel, and then spend anywhere from one to two hours with them. I was never able to get physical proof of the actual act, except on two separate occasions, when he broke routine and parked in the warehouse district. At which point, I was able to get photographs of the act.

CO: Anything significant about the warehouse district?

JD: You know there is.

WC: We'll get to that later. How did Mrs. Medina pay you?

JD: You looked at my bank records. Ten thousand dollars cash and up front, my usual fee for this type of job.

CO: We didn't ask you that. We asked, 'How did she pay you?' Where did she get the cash?

JD: I have no idea, and I didn't ask.

CO: It looks like she hocked her jewelry for the cash. Would that surprise you?

## long pause in the conversation ##

JD: Not really, and it makes sense. She probably wanted to keep her dealings with me below her husband's radar. You can't write a personal check from the family account and not risk the spouse checking the bank records. Most of my clients pay in cash.

WC: Did she know about your past with Santos?

JD: Prior to our meet? I don't know. Either way, out of professional ethics I had to tell her at our first meeting. None of the details, just that there was bad blood between her husband and me.

CO: Get him. Professional ethics.

JD: You got a problem with the way I do business?

CO: I got a problem with the way you fuck other cop's wives.

WC: All right, enough. So, you tell her about the bad blood between you and Santos, and she still hires you?

JD: Think about it. It makes sense she'd still hire me. Mrs. Medina was always paranoid about her husband's connections inside and outside Metro. With me, and my history with Santos, she could be sure I'd never go to him and tell him what she was up to. I was a safe bet for her.

CO: This bad blood, is that why she fucked you?"

## no response ##

CO: Is that why she entered into sexual relations with you?"

JD: You'd have to ask her about her motivations.

CO: What about your motivations? Why did you enter into sexual relations with a client?

JD: I would think the answer to that question obvious just by looking at her. The fact that you have to ask at all, leads me to believe you're either stupid or gay, maybe both.

## furniture sliding; loud, indistinguishable, angry voices ##

WC: All right, calm down. Let's get back to this bad blood between you and Santos. We heard your side of the story about the Ashante and Kellen Wilson cases. Were still checking it out, but for right now there's no reason to go over details on something tangential to this case...

JD: Tangential?

WC: Which means, just shut up about it for now. We are curious, though, why you started looking into them again after two years?

##long pause in the conversation##

JD: Because you assholes wouldn't. Because it stuck in my craw that the wrong person was fingered for her murder. Because I wanted to finally see them get some justice...

CO: Because you had a hard-on for Santos.

## long pause in the conversation ##

JD: Yeah. That too. That also stuck in my craw. That he got away with murder.

CO: So you say.

JD: So I know.

WC: All right, take me through your thought process. After two years of being off the force, Mrs. Medina enters into your life and it triggers past injuries with Santos. Then you start investigating Ashante's murder, again?

JD: Not again, I didn't really investigate it the first time except tangentially, as you say, to the Kellen Wilson case. However, about the same time Mrs. Median hires me, new evidence concerning the case came to light.

WC: That would be this Peter Fray, the retired forensic guy from Metro.

JD: Yeah, I found out he had some nasty hobbies concerning under-aged girls.

WC: How did you come by that information?

JD: Two associates of mine have knowledge of cons in the state pen doing time for similar activities. Fray's name came up in their dealings with the convicts.

WC: These associates would be Buster Franklin and Jerome Pettigrew.

JD: Yes.

WC: What was Fray's connection with Medina?

JD: Nine years ago, it was about to come out that Fray had sexual relations with an eight-year-old girl by the name of Cathy Bateman. Santos intervened. I don't know what kind of pressure he put on her or the parents, but word never came out—surprise, surprise. You two should probably talk to her if you don't believe me.

WC: We did, as well as Buster and Jerome. They corroborate part of your story. So, what you're saying is Santos plays good Samaritan at the risk of his own career, to save...what...a pederast?

JD: A very useful pederast. Now, Santos has the chief forensics investigator in his pocket, a real, 'get out of jail free' card. From time to time, Santos would have Fray clean up problems for his crew, or for anyone else, on or off Metro, with enough cash. The last problem Fray solved was for Santos himself, when he wiped the evidence clean from Ashante's murder. From what I understand, Santos paid him some major coin for that job, above and beyond the usual favors Fray owed him over the Bateman girl. After that, Fray retires, gets out of Dodge and away from Santos, and moves to Washington.

CO: If what you say is true, and Fray 'wiped the evidence clean,' why bother seeing him?

JD: I didn't know that at the time. I was hoping he just told Santos he destroyed the evidence, but kept it under personal lock and key in case Santos ever tried to come after him. No such luck, everything from the case was disposed of.

CO: So you wasted your time seeing him.

JD: There were other reasons I saw him. He would have specific details of the case; details I wasn't privy to when I was a cop, but maybe Santos knew about. I could then use those specifics to pressure Santos. That was my whole plan, anyway, to pressure him enough to resign.

CO: I really find this hard to believe. That you'd go to all that trouble just to get Santos to resign.

JD: Did IQs suddenly drop after I left the force? I wanted him in prison, but once I determined Fray had destroyed all the evidence related to Ashante's murder, I had to settle for something less. Santos' resignation was the next, best thing.

WC: So you go to Washington to see Fray.

JD: That's right.

WC: And?

JD: And for the first day and a half, I just staked out his home and got to know his routines. Then I waited until he left the house on an errand. At which point, I entered his home to check his computer. As I suspected, the thing is full of kiddie-porn. I pulled his hard drive, then set up a meeting with him at a local café.

CO: And that's where this tape is from, with his confession? Wow, just like that. After so many years staying quiet under Medina's thumb, he spills his guts to you at your first meeting?

JD: It wasn't hard to do. I made it clear to him I had his drive, that I had Cathy Bateman, and that I had convinced her to testify. I gave him enough details about what I knew of Ashante's murder that he literally pissed in his pants. Then, I made it clear it would be in his best interest to become a material witness against Medina for a possible, reduced sentence in child rape, endangerment, and trafficking in illegal pornography, not to mention destroying evidence in a capital crime. After that, it was pretty easy to get him to spill his guts, as you say. You've the taped confession and his hard drive, and if that doesn't do it for you, then talk to him yourself before he books.

WC: We already did, or tried, anyway. The local authorities found him hanging in his closet a couple of days ago.

CO: What do you think of that, smart guy? Pretty convenient, don't you think? Him offing himself, and allowing your story about him and Santos to stand alone, unimpeached.

JD: Now that you ask, I think it sounds like justice to me, because that's what the asshole got. And no, I find it pretty fucking inconvenient, given what he knew about Santos. I needed him as a witness, not as a corpse.

CO: Any chance you helped him make his decision? To become a corpse, that is.

## long pause in the conversation ##

JD: Carol Wignetti, she's the waitress you hear periodically on the tape, asking if we want more coffee. She'll verify Fray and I had a nice, quiet conversation in her café. She'll also verify I left Fray in perfect health in her café at around four-thirty. From there, I drove two hours to the Spokane airport, dropped off my rental while barely catching my return flight. I was back in town by eight that evening.

WC: That would be Wednesday, June second?

JD: Correct.

WC: All right, take us through the events of Saturday, June fifth.

JD: I met Santos Medina coming out of his country club.

WC: Why there?

JD: I wanted to make sure he was alone and unarmed. I told him to drive us to Braden's Café on Fremont, a place I knew that has lots of customers on Saturdays. Once we sat down, I let him listen to Fray's confession. I then told him that Fray didn't destroy the Ashante evidence, as he had said, but kept it as insurance. I told him I was now in possession of that evidence. I described the evidence for him, all of it, right down to the threaded lead pipe he used to kill her. I told him I'd give him the weekend to think it over, but if he didn't put in for early retirement on Monday, I'd kick the evidence up the chain of command.

WC: What happened next?

JD: I went home and waited.

WC: But you had Buster Franklin and Jerome Pettigrew follow him after he left the café.

JD: Yeah, I had them playing tag-team surveillance in case he tried something stupid. I would have done it myself, but I wasn't sure whether Santos knew what car I drove.

WC: Where did Santos go after your conversation?

JD: Buster informed me he was at home.

WC: Where was Mrs. Medina at that time?

JD: I had her stashed in a safe place until this shit with her husband blew over.

WC: The Blue Moon Motel, owned by your cousin.

JD: The safest place she could be, as far as I was concerned.

CO: Not safe enough, as it turned out. Tell me, what was your plan if Santos didn't do something stupid? What if he decided to call your bluff?

## no response ##

WC: It's a good question, Jack.

JD: You mean, what would I do if he didn't resign on Monday?

CO: That's right, smart guy. There was no real evidence. What were your plans if he told you to fuck off?

JD: I still had the tape with Fray's confession, detailing his involvement in covering up Santos' crime. I had statements from the whores that knew Santos, still in possession of the gifts they received from him; small trinkets with little blue stones. The same kind of trinkets Ashante had in her jewelry box. And, I still had the statement and known location of the whore who saw Ashante getting into his car the night she was murdered. I figured I had just enough credible shit on Santos that the upper echelon in the department would still force his resignation, at least for political reasons.

WC: But Santos did something stupid, didn't he?

JD: I guess. Around four-thirty I got a call from Buster that Medina was on the move, and driving like a bat out of hell. I figured he was coming for me, but Buster informed me Santos was going in another direction. He wasn't going to my apartment at all. Buster also informed me he was about to lose Medina because he was screaming through traffic, and he couldn't keep up. Since he wasn't coming my way, the only thing I could think of was that he found out where I had his wife hidden. That was when I headed over to the motel as fast as I could. Fortunately, my apartment is close to the motel, so even though he had a big head start, I arrived at the motel just about at the same time.

WC: How did you know he was going for his wife?

JD: I didn't. I just played a hunch. Better safe than sorry. Anyway, when I got to the motel, I saw his car. I heard the sounds of a struggle coming from her room, and I kicked the door in. I found him choking his wife. Hearing me at the door, he turned to face me, drawing his weapon. That was when I discharged mine, putting two rounds into his chest.

WC: Any idea how he knew where she was?

JD: I haven't a clue. The only thing I can think of is that during the time I left him at the café, and until he made his move, he had some of his thug buddies locate her. Maybe they circumvented the warrant process, and located her cell using GPS.

## sound of file folders shuffling and paper crinkling ##

WC: This look familiar?

## long pause in the conversation ##

JD: Where did you find this?

WC: It was in his pocket. I take it she gave it to you?

JD: Yeah, she slipped it into my coat pocket that morning. I didn't find it until later, when I was waiting for Medina to finish his golf game. I didn't think anything of it. Meaning I should have destroyed it, but I kept it in my pocket, instead.

CO: That's so sweet. You save her love notes. Next, you'll be taking up scrapbooking.

## long pause in the conversation ##

WC: Santos must have lifted it off you sometime during your talk at the café.

JD: Yeah, that makes sense.

## long pause in the conversation ##

CO: One thing I still don't get, is she really this clueless?

## no response ##

CO: So you're trying to tell me, you're running around reinvestigating this murder, and she didn't know anything about it, before or after. Didn't know what Santos supposedly had done? Didn't know you were looking into her husband's supposed crime? Didn't know anything about anything, even though you two were tight?

JD: All she knew was that her husband was fucking around on her.

CO: And in turn, she fucked around on him, with you.

JD: Welcome to the human race, Detective. Why don't you pass a law if you don't like the way things are.

## long pause in the conversation ##

WC: Pretty lucky of you, getting to the motel when you did. A minute earlier, Santos doesn't commit assault and battery with the intent to kill. You stop him, he stays alive, and who knows if he resigns. A minute later, the pretty lady is almost certainly dead.

## long pause in the conversation ##

JD: Yeah...well...I'd rather be lucky than good.

WC: Somehow, I think you're both. All right, you can go. Just hang around town for a couple of more weeks in case we have some more questions.

## sounds of interview room door opening and closing ##

CO: He's a real hard case. Cool.

WC: Jack's all that. Always has been. A good cop, too.

CO: What do you think?

WC: I wasn't sure until I saw the GPS records of his cell.

CO: And?

WC: It went down the way he said. He leaves his place at 4:32, rushes to the Blue Moon Motel and gets there right after Santos.

CO: Lucky fuck.

WC: Yeah, maybe.

CASE CLOSED

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Jack never trusted to luck, good or bad, in executing a plan—except for the 'luck' he needed to goad Santos into making his move.

When he left Santos at the café, Jerome drove him back to the county club. There, they switched cars and Jack gave him his cell phone. When they parted, Jerome drove Jack's car to Jack's apartment and waited for a possible call from Buster, who was watching Santos, while Jack drove over to the Blue Moon, occupying the room next to Brittany.

When Buster called Jerome telling him Santos was on the move, Jerome took off for the Blue Moon as if he were Jack reacting to the call.




Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 11: Final



Jack knew the cops would check to see if his story would hold water, and one way would be to check GPS records. Having Jerome playing Jack, driving his car with his cell phone, would suggest to the investigators that everything went down as spontaneously as Jack said, instead of looking more like what it was, an ambush.

The only thing Jack hadn't anticipated was Santos's total rage and fury, and the lightning-like speed at which he attached his wife. Jack wanted to make sure he caught Santos red-handed, assaulting Brittany, thus making a case for self-defense more plausible. In so doing, he almost waited too long, losing her forever.

Jack never told Brittany his intentions concerning Santos. All she expected was for Jack to stop Santos at the appropriate moment so that he could be charged with assault. She understood going in that she would have to let him rough her up, but even she didn't anticipate her husband's reckless fury when angered. It was the first and last time he ever showed that side of his nature to her.

Brittany was relieved things turned out as they did, with her still among the living, but still regretted that Santos, the father of Alandra, was killed. She asked Jack about it after the investigation was completed, whether he planned the outcome all along.

In typical Jack fashion, he answered her with a crisp, 'No,' and further explained that Santos had drawn his weapon, leaving him no choice.

She tried thinking back to those first few minutes when she regained consciousness at the motel, but couldn't remember whether Santos had his gun out, or not. All she could remember was Jack kneeling alongside her husband with a finger pressed to his neck, checking for a pulse. Then he picked her up and carried her to her car.

In the few minutes they had alone together, before the police arrived, Jack went over with her what she should say to the cops when asked. That she hired Jack about a month ago for ten thousand dollars cash, gathered from items of jewelry she hocked, to look into Santos' possible infidelity. Along the way, she fell into an affair with Jack when she found out Santos was having relations with prostitutes. She decided to divorce Santos, but he attacked her in a fit of rage when he found out about her affair. Under no circumstances was she to admit knowledge of Santos's former crime, about Ashante and Kellen Wilson, her father's involvement in the cover-up, or that Jack was investigating those cases.

As the distant sounds of sirens could be heard, faint at first but growing louder, Jack had one final thing to say to her, "After the doctors release you, the cops are going to keep you for questioning, most likely through the night and into the morning. Remember, no matter what they say to you, things will work out for you if you keep to our story. One last, important thing, when they finally release you after their initial interrogation, the first thing you need to do is find that disk we gave Santos, and destroy it. He doesn't have it on him. I checked. So, it has to be at your house. If the cops find it, it could be enough to hang us both."

She kept to the story as Jack said, although it was difficult at times. Brittany never quite believed Jack about Santos having his gun drawn. However, even though there would remain an uneasiness between the two for many months after the incident, she kept her misgivings to herself. Deep down, and with twenty-twenty hindsight, she knew Santos would have always been a danger to them if he were alive, in prison or not.

What was more difficult for Brittany than accepting Jack's explanation, was explaining it all to her daughter. She told Alandra just about everything. That her father had been cheating on her, and she, in turn, had an ongoing affair with Jack. Against Jack's wishes, she also told Alandra about her father being a murderer, and that once Santos had found out she knew of his crime, and about her affair, he came after her. Brittany did keep her affair with Chris quiet, but, ironically, did tell her what she did for a living now that she was on her own. Brittany figured Alandra would find out eventually, so there would be no sense hiding it now. It would be better for Alandra to hear it directly from her, instead of through a third party.

Alandra didn't believe what Brittany said about her father, and when hearing the news that her mother was doing pornography, Alandra struck her across the face and left home to live with her grandparents. For the first week after leaving, Alandra wouldn't even return her mother's calls. It wasn't until her grandfather, the captain, admitted his involvement in covering up Santos' crime did Alandra start communicating with Brittany, again.

Unbeknownst to Brittany, Jack had something to do with her father's confession to Alandra. Call it a, 'two birds with one stone,' kind of deal that Jack played so well.

During the investigation into Santos' homicide, Jack paid Brittany's father a visit, hinting he would keep his name out of any talks with the police and his involvement with the Ashante and Wilson cases for a little monetary inducement. Jack originally asked for a fifty grand, but settled on twenty-five if Mallory would help patch things up between Brittany and her daughter. Seeing that Jack was willing to take a lot less in return for keeping the investigators and IA off his back, Mallory agreed. It was a small price for him to pay to keep his reputation intact.

Jack made out even better with Santos's other holdings. Once the Medina homicide investigation died down, Jack paid a visit to Santos's 'secret' garage where he stored his Jaguar. Getting help from a reliable fence he knew that was also good with safes, Jack was able to get his hands on the money Santos stored in the garage. In all, Santos had a little over a hundred and fifty grand socked away. The fence paid Jack sixty cents on the dollar for the cash. As for the Jaguar, Jack dropped it off with Munch's brother, the one who ran the chop shop, and got a good payoff for the car, as well. He told Brittany he would give her half the proceeds from the garage, but she declined, saying she wanted nothing more to do with Santos' blood money.

The strangest part of the Medina aftermath was with Brittany, herself. Although she doesn't need to, she continues in her adult film career with Munch. Jack even urged her to quit, but Brittany wouldn't listen to reason. In her mind, it was something she would keep doing as a form of penitence, atoning for her involvement with Chris, and then Jack, and ultimately, for what happened to Santos.

There were other reasons she continued doing adult films, besides those for atonement. Even though she would never admit it aloud, deep down, she believed it was the best way to keep Jack by her side, hiring him for a couple of thousand a week to be her part-time manager, sometime bodyguard, and full-time lover while she continued working her trade.

She didn't tell any of this to Jack, asking him only for understanding that she needed to work at least another five years until she had enough money saved to retire.

Brittany even changed her stage name, going by the moniker: Brit O'Plenty. Not only did her new name fit with her heritage, which she liked, but it sounded a little like Bit-O-Honey—the chewy, honey-flavored candy she loved as a child, which pleased her even more. Besides, Jack could never get used to Candice Mason, remembering Brit O'Plenty with greater certainty.

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So it was, that six months after the Medina homicide was closed, Jack found himself waiting for Brittany in front of Munch's warehouse. He wasn't alone, however. In the backseat sits a tall blonde. The same woman Jack had his eye on when he first saw Brittany with Chris at the motel. Once Jack became entangled with Brittany, she was temporarily put on a back burner, though he still kept an eye on her from time to time.

In the interim, the blonde continued her wayward affairs, taking on several, short-lived lovers. Her much older and affluent husband still hadn't a clue about his wife's transgressions, being much too occupied running his multinational business.

Such is the way of human interaction. When those we love feel neglected, they soon seek comfort elsewhere; although in the blonde's case, she didn't need to feel too much neglect before looking for fun outside the home.

It was about the time when Brittany did her dance with Buster and Jerome, that Jack reacquainted himself with the blonde. It didn't take Jack much to convince her to spend some time with him, and certainly, after the first time she felt Jack's thick tool sliding between her legs, it was everything Jack could do to keep her on just a weekly schedule.

Things went well for her at first. She paid Jack small extortion installments, while Jack fucked her silly. However, as with Brittany, the blonde was running low on cash, thus entering the final stages of Jack's program.

She sat quietly in the back seat, stewing over her limited options, reluctant to take that next step. Jack was still trying to coax her without becoming too much of a hard-ass. "I understand your reluctance, Julie, but Wednesday is fast approaching. Are you going to have my money?"

Julie responded with a whine, "You know I don't, but I just can't fuck guys in front of other guys with cameras. What about that place, Midnight Encounters? If I must, I'd rather do that escort thing you talked about."

"You'd rather do straight prostitution..."

"It's better than porn."

"I don't think so, particularly the way Munch handles things, and money-wise it's a long way from porn. Even though the porn market isn't what it used to be, the money potential is still twice what you'd make selling tail to individual clients."

"I don't care. I don't want to do porn."

"You'll have to work more hours for less money. Plus, there's no guarantee Midnight Encounters will take you on."

"There are others..."

"Not as reputable and safe. From what I've heard, Encounters has a clean client list you won't find with other services."

Julie tried protesting further, but Jack cut her off. "Look, you can do this or not. Either way, I expect my money on Wednesday. If you do decide to go this route, then it's with either Munch or Encounters. If you go anywhere else, we're quits."

Julie stared out the window for a long moment before answering, "Then can we just give the escort thing a try? Just set up a meeting with that Madam Duvoe, so I can see if she'll take me on."

Jack spotted Brittany coming out of the warehouse, before responding to Julie's request, "Before that, there's someone I want you to talk to."

Brittany got into the car with a loud huff, and proceeded to talk as she slammed the car door, "Goddamn dwarf's becoming a real pain in my ass."

Jack responded, laughingly, "Trying to eat out your ass, again?"

Brittany didn't find any humor in his witticism, and responded with slight irritation, "Nothing like that. He's still scared shitless about hitting me up after the last talk you gave him. No, this time he's freaking out about the glut in the porn market, and thinking about a fifteen percent, across the board cut in prices for each act we do. Kim and Nika, and some of the others are about to revolt." She paused for a moment before finishing, "I think we should try Encounters, again. It's looking like the pay differential between Munch and them is shrinking."

Cluing into their conversation, Julie threw in her two cents, "See, I told you the escort would be a better deal."

Brittany jumped, startled by an unexpected voice coming from the back seat. Turning around, she finally saw Julie sitting behind her, and asked, "Hello. Who're you?"

Jack answered, "Almost forgot. I wanted to introduce you two. Brit O'Plenty, meet Julie Rosemont. Like you, she found herself in extramarital trouble, and I've been helping her out."

Brittany, having no difficulty determining what Jack meant by 'extramarital trouble,' leaned over and grabbed his crotch, and getting him hard in the process. She then said, teasingly, "Feeding it blondes, now? I think it's still hungry."

For the moment, Jack ignored the silky temptations of her voice and her massaging hand, and said, "It's always hungry. Now that Julie is running into money problems, I want her to talk to you about becoming an earner."

Disappointed Jack didn't want to play right off, Brittany sat back with a sigh, and said, "Yeah, well Munch will probably bring her in, but really, Jack, the way the industry's going it's looking like Midnight Encounters is the place to be. There's just too much free, amateur shit out there for us to complete, no matter how high-quality our product."

Julie tried an, 'I told you so,' and started to say, "See, even Brit agrees with the escort thing..."

Jack cut her off, "Shaddup! No one is talking to you!" Then to Brittany, he reminds her, "Things didn't go well with your first audition. What makes you think it will be different this time?"

"I wasn't ready for a six man glory hole shtick. I'm ready, now that I've had some time to think about it."

"You understand the test was designed for you to fail. Madam 'what's-her-face' didn't want you in her club, but she was too chicken shit to tell you that in front of me. So, she gave you an impossible test."

"You don't know that," Brittany blurted out, defensively.

"Come on, Brit. Think about it. No one can do six guys simultaneously, especially when they're behind a wall."

Undaunted, Brittany continued, "Okay, okay, you're probably right, but things may have changed since then. I think it's worth another try." Then, looking in the back seat at Julie, she adds, "Hey, maybe we can convince Madam Duvoe to take both me and Julie in as a package deal. I can take the more mature gentlemen and trust fund brats with mommy issues, and she can take the well-heeled thirty- and forty-somethings who are just starting their mid-life crisis with a knocked-up wife. We'll stay busy."

Jack stared at Julie in the rearview mirror, who was vigorously nodding her head in agreement, and said, skeptically, "If she'll take you."

"She'll take us. That's one good thing about all this free porn on the Internet, there are a whole bunch of rich, horny guys out there who just want to feel special for an hour or two and shoot their loads into someone warm and inviting. I hear through the grape vine she has a very large client list and it's growing bigger every week. Now's the time to hit her up again."

Julie piped in, "Yeah, come on Jack."

Jack finally relinquished, "All right, but only as a sideline for now. I want both of you to keep working with Munch..."

Julie cut Jack off, "Me! I told you I don't want to work..."

"Shaddup! I've already lined something up for you with Munch tomorrow. You're doing it, or I'll send that video to your husband's lawyers."

"Better do what he says, sweetheart," Brittany interceded.

Seeing the resignation on Julie's face, Jack says to the two women, "In the next couple of days, I'll set up a meeting between you and this Madam 'what's-her-face'..."

"Duvoe," Brittany and Julie said in unison, irritated he can't get her name right.

"Whatever. I'll set something up, but you two owe me a big favor. My place or yours?"

Brittany said, almost under her breath, "Jack and his favors," then added, louder, "Better make it yours tonight, Alandra is staying in with friends at my place." As she finished her statement, she pulls out her cell phone.

"Who are you calling?" Jack asked.

Brittany gave him a wink before answering, "Kim and Nika, of course. We've got a newbie to break in."

Jack still wasn't convinced about the escort idea, mostly because it would be more work for him, making sure the two ladies were being set up with decent clients. Then there was the Madame as go-between, which Jack didn't like. He isn't as familiar with her as he is with Munch, and he doesn't know how large her cut will be. In the end, though, Jack would work it out. He always did.

Becoming a bona fide pimp with Brittany and Julie as his bona fide whores didn't bother Jack that much—not anymore. However, he was finding it harder to keep up with his primary line of work while looking out for his girls' best interests. Then there was the young brunette he caught on camera, and started seeing on a weekly basis. It would only be a matter of time before she ran short of cash, and needed steady employment. Once she joined Jack's stable, he could kiss the PI business goodbye, once and for all. He wouldn't have the time.

What the fuck. Plans change, lives change. Jack mused, thinking about the turn of events in his life.

As he pulls away from the warehouse, he mutters to himself, absentmindedly, "Live and let live, I guess."

"What did you say?" Brittany asked, amused by Jack's grumpy tone.

Jack smiles at her before answering, "Nothing. I was just thinking how much I hated being a private investigator."