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Big Trouble for the Bookman Ch. 02

By: Clive Cromwell



Man, what a shitty night I had. After watching lovely Lucinda’s fantastic fuckfest on video, it was all I could think of through the night. I kept waking from a troubled sleep, horny as hell, fully erect, in desperate need of release. Try as I might, I could not get the image of raven-haired Lucinda’s terrific body out of my mind – not to mention her expertise in fucking seven men simultaneously. 

Just the thought of her made my cock ache and I stroked myself as I pictured her. I closed my eyes, imaging Lucinda in bed with me, and stroked my nine-inch member. Sweaty, I kicked back the sheets to let my guy breath. I pulled another pillow under my head and gazed at my cock as I let my mind run wild. I’m very straight and uncut, and my head was poking happily out from the foreskin as I worked. Imagining my hand was Lucinda’s pussy, I stroked up and down, full length, with a little squeeze of the head at the end. I spent long, enjoyable minutes stroking and then, imagining once again the last man cumming in Lucinda’s pussy, I shot my load. And what a load! After a night of frustrated horniness, I really emptied myself. Cum blew on my chest, a little hit my face and the rest ran warmly down my cock and pooled in my pubic hair. True, shooting an open load like that was kind of a waste, but ah, what sweet release.

As my member continued to throb, I lay there thinking about whether I should tell Large Lou what his daughter was up to. He thought someone was scheming to knock him off, but if I was one of his ‘boys’ all I’d be thinking about was when the next time I could fuck his delectable daughter would be. I was in the middle of something of a shitstorm. Lou wanted answers, but the only answer I had to anything – he was not going to be happy with. But if I told Lou I had nothing, I was still screwed. I didn’t want Lou and his boys to use me for a punching bag. I’m 6-4, 250, but I’ve seen what thugs like Lou’s boys can do when they team up and get riled up.

I was deliberating the situation when there was a knock at my door. I looked at the clock at the bed to discover it was only 5 a.m. Shit!. I hadn’t planned on getting up for hours. Still, it might be important. I wiped the cum off my chest and face with a shirt, pulled on a pair of boxers and went to the door. Looking out the peephole, I noticed it was Katie from the apartment next door. She had on a bathrobe and looked troubled.

What could I do? Katie was a single mom, with a cute little boy named Andy, who had left an abusive asshole after he beat her up. I had found this out in the middle of the night a few months back, when the shithead had showed up at her place and tried to ‘show her’ what she was missing by leaving him. He’d bruised her up a bit and I had heard him slam her against the adjoining wall. When I went through her door to see what was going on, Jimmy was about to pop her one again. I couldn’t have that, so I dropped the asshole and through him out. He was one of those assholes who gets real tough when he’s been drinking and thought he was better than everyone. What a prick. After I’d dragged him out of Katie’s apartment and out of her sight, I’d laid a shitkicking on him (really enjoyed it, too) and he hadn’t been back since.

In gratitude, Katie and I had enjoyed a couple of quality fucks when her little guy was with a sitter. From what I knew of her and had seen of her, it was hard to believe some shit-for-brains had been beating her up. Punching her was not what I’d ever have in mind as far as spending time with her went. Katie was 5-10 and leggy, with fiery-red hair, a shaved pussy and a nice set of 38s. She really seemed to enjoy our ‘no strings’ fucking (I sure as hell did) and was real comfortable with her body.

But I digress. With her at the door bright and early, I opened it to see what might be wrong. She pushed past me and I noticed she had tears streaming down her face. She went straight to my fridge and pulled out the cold bottle of Jaegermeister I keep there. She took a long pull and leaned back against the counter, hugging herself and looking at the floor. 

“What’s wrong, Katie?”

She sniffled and wiped away a tear. “Fucking Jimmy says he’s going to take Andy away from me. He figures that since I got fired from my last job, the court’ll give him custody. The bastard doesn’t even want Andy – he just doesn’t want me to have him.”

“I didn’t know you lost your job, Katie. What happened?

“That asshole Mister Reade had been hitting on me and when I wouldn’t sleep with him, he fired me. He’s such a shit.”

Katie had been working as a legal secretary for a guy I thought was pretty shady. Now I could see what an asshole he really was. “Hey, don’t worry Katie. I know a couple of lawyers who are really lawyers. I think I can line something up for you. Just give me a couple of days. In the meantime, I’ll speak for you if anything goes to court. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

At that, Katie broke into tears. “Oh thanks, Sam. Thanks. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She stepped to me, threw her arms around my neck and crushed her body against mine. She shook a little as she sobbed a couple of times and I could feel the heat of her against me. Her robe had kind of fallen open when she put her arms around me and I could feel a full bare breast pressing against my chest. Between that and the warmth of her body against me, my cock began to harden.

I guess she noticed, because she hugged me tighter and pressed her hips against me. As she squirmed a little against me, she kind of moaned into my chest and I could feel the nipple pressed against me stiffen a little. Now fully hard against her, Katie pressed hard against my cock, then pulled her face from my chest. “Oh my, I think I’ve really woken you up now, big man.”

“Yes, I believe you have.” I kissed her and tasted the Jaegermeister in her mouth. Very nice. We tongued each other for some moments, then she slid a hand down my chest, squeezed a nipple playfully, and moved inside my boxers. 

Feeling the cum that was now drying in my pubic hair, Katie giggled. “Oh my. Looks like you’ve already had some fun this morning. Were you by yourself, or am I interrupting something?” She looked into my eyes as she took my cock in hand and squeezed. “Did you have a tough night, too, big man? Got lonely all by yourself in that big bed?”

“I guess you could say that. It was just one of those dreams. You know what I mean?”

“I sure do Sam. I sure do. I was having one of those dreams when I woke up this morning too. I was soooooo horny and I thought, ‘what am I going to do about it?’ Then, of course, I thought of you Sam, all alone in your bed.” At that, Katie pulled her hand out of my boxers, stepped back and let her bathrobe drop to the floor. As she put her hands behind her back and thrust out her breasts, I reached for the Jaegermeister and took a long pull myself. God, she looked hot and very fuckable in the morning light coming through the kitchen window.

I sipped a little more Jaegy, then stepped to her. Bending over a little, I took a hard nipple into my mouth and sloshed the liquor over it. Katie moaned as I began sucking, then she reached back into my boxers for my cock. She eased back my foreskin, moved her hand to her mouth to get spit on her fingers, then began massaging my head. Shit, it felt good. We stood like that for a few minutes, her stroking me, me sucking her nipples.

Then Katie moved away and knelt on the floor in front of me. I had seen the look in her eyes before and my cock throbbed with anticipation. She slid my boxers down my legs to the floor, then eyed my member as it thrust out toward her, bobbing slightly with anticipation. Not taking her eyes off my cock, she held out her hand. “The Jaegey, Sam.” 

I handed her the bottle and she took a mouthful. She set the bottle on the floor, then, with her lips pursed to keep the liquor in, slid her mouth over me. My cock was now wonderfully enveloped in her liquor-filled mouth. What a feeling! As I watched, she placed her hands on my thighs, closed her eyes and began giving me exquisite head – a Texas blowjob, some people call it. She sucked powerfully, keeping both my cock and the booze in her mouth. I felt the liquor gush over me and around her mouth as she tongued my member at the same time. Terrific fun; and she could take me deep.

As great as her sucking felt, though, I wanted to have a little oral fun myself. I put my hands on either side of her face and, as she looked up at me, I pulled slowly out of her mouth. “My turn.” She swallowed the last of the booze, then stood to kiss me once again. As we kissed, she pressed against me, my cock probing her belly.

I gently pushed her away from me, then sat on the floor. I grabbed the bottle near me and took a long pull again. Katie knew what I had in mind and stepped to me. With her hands on my head, she pushed her pussy into my face. Looking up at her breasts and face, I sprayed the booze over her pussy and could feel a shudder go through her. With her bare lips now soaked in the Jaegermeister, I began licking it off. What a flavour! Pussy and tasty booze all at once. Great stuff! 

I licked her lips, probed a little with my tongue and lightly ran it over her tasty clit. Above me, Katie moaned with pleasure as I ate her, licking, probing, sucking her clit. She moved her pussy against my mouth as I ate her and put her hands behind her back once again. After another mouthful of the liquor was licked away, I realized my ass was getting real cold from sitting on the lino floor. Pulling away a little, I blew short puffs of breath over her pussy, then stood up. 

“Mmmmm, that was great,” she breathed into my ear as she put her arms around my neck. 

“You bet. You taste like the most wonderful nectar. You really do.” 

Katie pulled away a little, then looked into my eyes. “Fuck me big man. Fuck me right now, right here.”

What could I say? A beautiful woman had just given me terrific head, then let me eat her pussy. A nice fuck seemed like a great idea and who was I to not give her what she wanted? I pulled her close, then moved my hands to cup her ass. She stood on tiptoe as I said, “ready?”

She nodded she was and I lifted her up. She hung on tight around my neck and clamped her legs around me as I lifted her high. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. Reaching behind her, she guided my cock to her opening and I eased her onto it. Putting her arm back around my neck, we both sighed as she slid over my length. Then, standing in the middle of my kitchen, we began slowly fucking – with me using my hands and arms to move her up and down my shaft as she used her arms and legs to ride me in mid-air.

After a few minutes of nice, slow balling, we both seemed to make our way toward an orgasm. Katie began fucking me more quickly – legs locked tight around me and breathing hard. I was panting and sweating with the effort – what a great workout! When she pulled away a little to look into my eyes once again, she smiled and I knew she was ready to cum. Katie liked to look at me as we came and this would be no different. As she stared into my eyes, and I into hers, she laughed a little as we kept fucking.

“Shit this is good, Sam. Really good. I never realized what a difference a big man made to fucking.”

I was ready to cum too and grabbed her ass tight. Working together, Katie bobbed up and down on me hard. She was soaking wet now and we both heard happy, sloppy fuck sounds as the aroma of sex filled the kitchen. We were both sweating now, fucking like crazy, and Katie moaned, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” She held on tight and I almost pulled her ass right apart as I blew my second load of the day into her wet, sloppy pussy. She came too, and pulled at my cock with her muscles. 

As we came and kept slowly fucking, I could feel our warm mixed juices running down my balls. Katie bobbed up and down a couple more times and then, sated, she wrapped her arms around me once again and put her head on my shoulder as my cock continued to throb inside her. With her big breasts crushed against me, I held her tight and we just sweated there for a couple of minutes. As I stood there, inside her right up to my balls, I couldn’t help but dread my meeting with Large Lou later that day.

As I tensed my cock inside her, Katie snuggled into my neck. “Want some breakfast, big man? I’ll cook.”

“Sounds good Katie. Sounds real good.” Anything to put off my meeting for awhile. I lifted her off my cock and lowered her to the floor. “Thanks. That was a nice way to start the day.”

“You’re damn right, Sam. You’re damn right.”

We both went into the bathroom and sponged the cum and sweat off each other. Katie was very cool and comfortable with her body and wasn’t embarrassed or uncomfortable with our nakedness. I really like that. Washing up was fun. 

After that, I sat at my table in the kitchen as Katie, still naked, bustled around and whipped up a couple of omelets. I was still hard as we wolfed them down. Then Katie looked at her watch and said she had to get back to her place, Andy would be waking up right away. As I sat there, looking at her, she got up, stepped to me, bent over with her breasts hanging in front of me and gave me a long kiss. “Later, big man,” she whispered. She then bent lower and gave my still-hard cock a long kiss on the head. Then, picking up her bathrobe, she sauntered to the door, pulled it on and left, closing the door behind her.

My own handjob and a great fuck with Katie: man, what a great way to start the day. Now all I had to do was figure out what the hell I was going to say to Large Lou when I saw him that afternoon.

Big Trouble for the Bookman Ch. 03



I got to Large Lou's place a little after lunch. Some of his thugs were hanging around and, outside a window which looked onto palatial grounds in back of his mansion, I had a quick glimpse of the exquisite and very fuckable Lucinda, lying by a large swimming pool. One of Lou's thugs left me standing outside his office for a few minutes and I found myself looking to a small window which looked out over the pool. And there lay Lucinda, clad in the tiniest of white bikinis, soaking up some rays on a lounger. Compared to what I saw on the video, her being probed in every hole as she took on seven men, she now looked serene and, if possible, virgin-like. She was tanning up nicely, had her dark locks tied back in a ponytail, and had a sheen of sweat over her terrific body. Then I thought back to the video and thought, what an incredible fucker she is. If she was a pro or a porn star, she could make huge money with her talent; not that money was a problem for Large Lou's daughter.

As my mind wandered, Lou's door opened and I was ushered in. 

"Okay Bookman, you've had the run of the place for a few days, what have you found out? I'm gonna pay you good money when this is over, so give me something. I need to know if any of these assholes who work for me are planning something behind my back."

Since I didn't discover anything at Lou's that showed his men were working against him, I decided I had to spill the beans about the fuckfest which seemed a regular occurrence under his roof. I knew there was a chance I'd get a bullet in the head for my troubles, but, at the same time, I couldn't tell I didn't find anything. He knew something was going on – he just didn't know what it was. 

"It's like this Lou," I said. "I found nothing that shows your thugs are working to stiff you, but I have found something you're really going to hate?"

"Then tell me what you know, god-damn it, I'm a busy man. I've got better things to do than shoot the shit with some cheap gumshoe."

As I dug the videotape out of my briefcase, I thought to myself, well, here goes nothing. I slapped the tape in a video machine Lou had in his office, then took a seat beside his desk.

As the soundless tape rolled, I couldn't help but glance at Lou out of the corner of my eye. As he watched his baby busily fucking his seven men, Lou's face went red, then drained its colour to white, then took on a red, purplish, hellish colour. I don't know for sure what went through his mind at the moment, but I think I can guess. For myself, I couldn't look at the tape again. I found if I did have a glance, my cock immediately began to harden. I think it was even getting to Lou, too. Once, as I glanced at him, he seemed to be adjusting his crotch. It might have been his little girl on screen, but it was also a highly erotic fuckfest. I actually felt bad for the guy.

The tape hadn't finished playing, but, as Lucinda took yet another man into her mouth, Lou grumbled, "turn that fuckin' shit off, asshole."

I quickly turned the machine off and ejected the tape. As I turned to Lou, I mumbled a quick, "sorry," but stopped when I saw the look on his face. The look was, I'll say, scary. There was murder in his eyes, no doubt about it. I placed the tape on his desk and took a seat again, unsure of what would happen next. Lou might have been a real thug, no doubt he was a killer and drug dealer, but he was still the daddy of his little girl.

"Leave the fuckin' tape right where it is Bookman. I guess I don't need to tell you I'm not happy about this. Because you didn't shit me about this, I'm not gonna hurt you. But know this Bookman, if this ever gets out, you're dead. You understand? Dead. Real dead. Shit like this never goes public or I'll have your balls for bookends. You breath a word, you're dead. You think about this, you're dead. You dream about this, you're dead. Is that all clear, Bookman?

"It's clear, Lou. Real clear. Crystal clear, even."

"Then get the fuck outta here, Bookman. I don't wanna see your face right now. Get out."

Get out? Shit, I was happy to get out. I didn't even sneak at peek at fuckable Lucinda on the way out. I knew there was going to be hell to pay, and I didn't want to be around when Lou cashed in."



Big Trouble for the Bookman Ch. 04



After leaving Lou’s place, I really wanted to get a drink somewhere. There was going to be hell to pay, and I was so glad I wasn’t going to be a part of it – but shit, the look on Lou’s face was scary. I felt sort of bad for those assholes who worked for him, but they knew what the boss was like when they signed on to do his dirty work. I pulled my beast into the parking lot at Fat Fred’s pub and wandered in.

My man Fred set me up with a couple of brewskies and I took a table in a dark booth near the back, by the dartboard. The place was empty, which was good, because I didn’t feel like talking to anyone at the moment. I slouched back, took a long pull on my beer and let my mind wander. Not surprisingly, it wandered to lovely, lickable, fuckable Lucinda. God, how that girl could fuck. Images in my mind flashed from her on the table with seven men to her by the pool, looking lovely in her tiny white bikini. What a study in contrasts! As my wandered, and I pictured her happily at work once again, my cock began to harden. I know Lou said thinking about her would mean death, but shit, I‘m only human.

I closed my eyes, picturing Lucinda’s pussy taking a pounding, her mouth greedily gobbling, and her hands and feet busy working over a bunch of cocks. Sighing, I took another long pull. Just as the beer was going through me, I felt someone slide into the booth beside me. Opening my eyes, I saw it was one of Fred’s beer wenches, Shelley. 

“Hi Sammy. Haven’t seen you for a while. I’ve missed you.” Shelley slid her hand between the buttons of my shirt and played with a nipple.

“Hi Shelley, how you been?” I asked. Shelley was a hot little number with jet black hair cropped real short, almost like a boy’s. She was a slight girl, maybe 22, with a very slim body, small tits and a great ass. She wasn’t really my type, in that she wasn’t really built, but she did have a definite sexiness about her. I’d checked her out a few times when I was drinking at Fred’s. She was real popular with the customers. Today, she was wearing a T-shirt knotted to show her belly button (an innie like I like) and very short denim shorts. Sexy. Real sexy. Still, I hadn’t noticed that she’d ever taken notice of me.

I ran my hand over her ass as she played with the hair on my chest. Her shorts were so tight it was like they were painted on. Still, she had a nice, firm, feel and I hardened a little more as I rubbed her. 

Shelley shoved the table back and threw a leg over me to straddle me. As I looked at her, she gave me a real intense “I want you” look. So I figured, what a nice way to take my mind off my problems. I gave her ass cheeks a nice hard squeeze that made her squirm and she responded by rubbing me through my pants. Nice.

I squeezed again and Shelley responded by undoing my belt and the button on my pants, then easing the zipper down. I lifted my ass a bit and she pulled my pants down a little to give my meat some space, then pushed down the waist of my boxers. My cock and balls were now free of restrictive clothing, but not free of Shelley’s tiny hand. Still straddling me, she began stroking me, running her hand up and down my length, squeezing and twisting as she went. She was very good and I was now proudly at my full nine inches.

“Mmmm. Very nice, Sammy,” she said as she worked me. “I had a feeling you’d be well hung and I was right.” She looked into my eyes to see what effect her stroking was having, and seemed satisfied. She now cupped my balls and squeezed with her other hand as she stroked. At the bar, Fred read his paper, oblivious to the handjob his little barwench was giving me in back.

I laid back on my seat and watched Shelley do her work. Her hands were all over my cock and balls; at times stroking with both hands, at others, cupping my balls and working the head only. Her hands were wonderfully warm and soft and, as she diligently worked me, I was as hard as possible.

A little pre-cum worked it’s way out of my cock and she began rubbing it around my head, increasing the feelings that zapped through my meat. Suddenly, the door to the washrooms at the back opened and a woman moved to walk past us. I looked up at her just as she looked at Shelley busily working me over. She was dressed in a dark business suit, wore heels and had a very nice face framed by dirty blonde hair.

I gave her what was no doubt a shit-eating grin as she stopped by the table. Shelley glanced at her, then back to my cock. Apparently, she didn’t mind a little company while she was enjoying herself. “My my, now that’s what I call customer service,” the woman said. “Or, should that be, servicing the customer?”

“Piss off lady,” hissed Shelley. “Can’t you see I’m trying to have some fun here?”

“Why yes, I can see that. And I must say it does look like fun. You have good technique sweetheart; but then, you’ve got a good cock to work with.”

“Thank-you?” I weakly replied. I couldn’t believe the woman was just standing there, watching Shelley give me a hand job. She was actually staring at my cock, and critiquing Shelley’s technique. Incredible. 

Shelley continued stroking me and I could feel pressure building in my balls. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” hissed Shelley again. “Why don’t you leave?”

“I could be back at my office, but this is more enjoyable. You go ahead sweetheart, don’t mind me.”

And Shelley didn’t. She was now gripping me with both hands, stroking me full length, concentrating, as the woman and I watched. I was embarrassed as hell, but with the bliss I was feeling, there was no way I was going to stop Shelley. In turns, I watched Shelley’s face, her hands and the stranger’s face. 

After several more moments of stroking, I began fucking Shelley’s hands, pumping into them as she squeezed and twisted. I guess she must have realized I was getting close to cumming, because she slid off my legs and kneeled between them. She looked my in the eye and said, “you tell me when you’re ready Sammy.”

“Yes, Sammy, I want to see it when you’re ready too,” said the stranger.

I looked at her as Shelley worked me, and wondered what kind of a woman this was. She wasn’t even blushing as Shelley gave me the handjob. In fact, her eyes became a little brighter as she watched. 

As the pressure built in my balls, I whispered, “I’m almost there.” With that, Shelley slipped her very red lips over the head of my cock. As she continued to pump me, I noticed that the stranger had moved a hand to her crotch and was touching herself through the material. Now my eyes flicked from Shelley’s lips enveloping my head, to her hands working me, to the stranger’s face, to her hand between her legs. MY GOD.

Finally, unsure of where exactly I wanted to be looking, I erupted, blasting cum into Shelley’s mouth. She kept pumping me as I came, and swallowed everything that shot into her. My eyes were now glued to those red lips, which remained tightly wrapped around me; not a drop escaped her mouth. She was very good and had good suction. We moaned in unison as she pumped me dry; me with relief, her with enjoyment. 

When I looked up again, the stranger was gone; obviously she had walked away as Shelley was finishing me off. Maybe she didn’t want to interrupt the final act or our little action? Who knew? But I was disappointed she had left. It seemed to me she was someone I’d like to get to know a whole lot better. 

With my cock now empty of cum, Shelley popped her lips off me and smacked her lips. I had to chuckle as she licked them. As she gently gave me a few more strokes and eyed my cock hungrily, I close me eyes in pleasure. As I sat there, Shelley placed some light kissed on my head and, as I softened a little, she gently tucked me back into my boxers.

“There ya go, Sammy. I enjoyed that, but I’ve got to get back to work now.” She patted my cock again. “Just remember, you owe me one now, and I always collect when I’m owed.”

With Shelley still on her knees in front of me, I leaned forward to kiss her. She tasted sweet and a little cummy. “Thanks,” I whispered. “That was really incredible. You must have been really horny today. I really enjoyed that, you were great. And you better believe you can collect from me. Any time you want, you just find me.”

“Okay, Sammy. I’ll do that. Sometime, when I’m real horny and need a good fuck, I’m going to give you a call. I know Fred’s got your number. And you know what Sammy? I like a big man with a big cock. I just looooove to be stretched.”

Shelley got up and went into a back room and I got up, tucked myself back in and walked to the bar where Fred was still reading his paper. I tossed him a ten. “Havin’ a good afternoon, Bookman?” said Fred with a wink. Apparently he wasn’t as engrossed in his paper as he’d looked. 

“Actually, Fred my man, I’m having a great afternoon.” As I walked out of the pub, I could still feel Shelley’s lips wrapped around my cock. Gave me a nice, warm feeling, and I found myself looking forward to the time when I could “do” her some kind of favour. 

As I walked back to my place, though, I couldn’t help but think of the babe in the businss suit who had so enjoyed Shelley’s blowjob. I wondered how far she had got with touching herself. I decided I’d have to keep my eyes peeled for her in the area – maybe get to her know her better somehow.

I killed the rest of the day and hit the sack early. It had been a tiring day.

Next morning, I rolled over in bed and flipped on the little TV I keep on a dresser in my room. There before me, on the beach at Lake Simpson, some talking head was spouting off about the seven bodies that had been found by an early morning jogger. Each, the pretty boy said, had been shot in the head. Disgustingly, each also had had his mouth stuffed with his penis. Holy Shit. I realized immediately that it had taken Large Lou long to work out his revenge on the flunkies who had been fucking his little girl.