0 comments/ 17553 views/ 2 favorites Finding Cassandra Ch. 01 By: BrettJ Cassandra woke up in the lavish bedroom, knowing only 2 things. The first, her name. Cassandra. She remembered that. Two, she was horny as hell. She wanted to be fucked and she wanted it soon. Her head ached and felt fuzzy. She knew nothing about herself. Okay, she was blonde, tall, leggy and somewhat busty. She had aqua eyes. She looked in the mirror and saw a woman who appeared to be in her mid-20's. And she was hot, she giggled to herself. All the rest was a blank. Her job, her family, friends, hobbies - a clean slate, a tabla rasa so they say. Thinking that, she knew that she must also be well-educated. That was not a phrase that a person without some degree of education would throw around. She must also be fairly well-to-do. Cassandra was in a suite, a very lavish one at that. The bathroom fixtures were ornate, a jacuzzi was there. She walked to the closets in the room and she found them full of designer clothes, expensive shoes and sexy lingerie. Cassandra knew that she was a lady of taste, but also felt that there was a wild woman underneath the cool facade. Well hey, all she was thinking of was fucking, so she figured that much was a given. The sexual desire was arcing now. She wanted sex - licking, fucking, nibbling, wild sex - male or female, it didn't seem to matter. Which added another piece of the puzzle - Cassandra realized she was bisexual. Her body tingled - yep, girls were sexy. Just as she came to the realization, the door to the suite opened and a bellman entered with food and drink. Cassandra felt a sly smile cross her lips. He was about 6 feet and looked hot. He was not a girl, she giggled inwardly, but he was damned sexy! "Good day Miss Cassandra1," he spoke to her. "Here is your morning meal. Is there anything else you would like?" Overcome with lust, reason tossed out the door, Cassandra answered by pushing him on the bed. "I would LIKE to be FUCKED!," she roared at him. "Of course Miss Cassandra, whatever you want!," he smiled back. "I'm Brian, by the way." "Well Brian, eat my pussy!," she purred, removing her panties and placing her wet muff over his face. Brian went at her like a man starved, licking and lapping at her wetness, stroking and nibbling her clit. She squealed with delight, in her fogged state, she couldn't remember when she'd last had sex, so his talented tongue felt marvelous! She unzipped his pants and swung into a mad "69" with the hot bellman. He was hung, it was if someone had picked him out just for her. Big cocks were fun, they filled her up. She knew instinctively that she was a woman who liked to be stuffed with cock and Brian's shaft was more than up to the task. She inhaled the manly scent of her newest lover. She sucked and licked at his rod until he was hard and ready for her, his cock pulsating with the need to be buried inside her hot cunt. Cassandra knew he'd had enough feasting on her hot pussy and got on top of Brian, sliding her wet cunt down on his cock. She felt absolutely packed with Brian's meaty shaft and took all of him in her body. Up and down she rode, fucking him like a woman possessed. Maybe she was, but she didn't care, she just wanted to FUCK this hot stud until she came and came and came .... filling her hot and horny pussy with his thick, hot spunk! Her pussy muscles contracted around his massive club, milking him with her expertise. Cassandra knew she was a sexual animal, that sex was her grand passion in life as she fucked the hot stud with every bit of skill in her arsenal of sexual tricks. Up and down, hips rolling from side to side, his body bucking upwards to thrust his cock inside her. She let him pump his shaft deep inside the recesses of her pussy, milking him out of his precious fluids. She saw his eyes staring at her with amazement and a proud smirk came over her lovely features. As her tits bounced in the rhythm of their fucking, Cassandra knew that she was the best fuck that Brian had ever had. Brian came, exploding his wetness all over her tits and belly. She dabbed her fingers in it and licked some of it off, liking his salty-sweet taste. There'd been precious little foreplay, but Cassandra didn't care. She'd been hot, gotten fucked and that was that. She gave the man a nice tip, swatted him on his ass and sent him on his way. Once Brian left, she languished in the jacuzzi. Cassandra knew that she had to solve the mystery of who she was and how she got here. And she knew she'd get laid a lot doing it. There was a part of her fogged mind that knew sex was involved with all of this. She had to find out the answers. She relished the adventure. Finding Cassandra Ch. 02 Cassandra still had no idea what city she was in, which she found more than a little frustrating. She called down to room service and asked that a paper be sent up. She wandered around the lavish room, still horny, pussy still craving satisfaction. God, with all the sex she thought about, was she some kind of high-priced call girl? Was she the kept woman, the mistress of a powerful man - or woman, for that matter? Not knowing the answers to any of these questions was driving her absolutely insane! The paper arrived under the door - Was Brian too exhausted?, she giggled inwardly - and she saw that it was the TORONTO STAR. Ah, she was in Toronto Canada. She was vaguely familiar with this city, she knew. This was a place that she had been before and she found that thought comforting. She got dressed in a short mini, heels and sexy white lace blouse and decided to go out and see the city for herself, but then she stopped. What would she do for money, she pondered? Did she have credit cards that would tell her who she was, or any kind of ID? Why hadn't she thought of this before? She looked in the purse laying on the table nearby, ruffled through it but found no cards or ID - but money, lots of it. Someone was certainly keeping her well. Again, she thought she might be someones mistress or a call-girl. Well, I certainly do enjoy fucking, she thought to herself. She arrived at the front desk and after a few inquiries, found she was in one of the more prominent downtown Toronto hotels, the Royal York. She asked for directions to a store that sold lingerie and was sent to a store a scant few blocks away. Stiletto heels clicking on the pavement, she walked the few blocks, enjoying the warm sun and the breeze through her long locks. The city seemed vibrant and alive and she got some admiring looks from both men and women as she walked along, which made her feel better. She arrived at the lingerie store and was greeted by a slim Asian salesclerk. For the 2nd time in a day, Cassandra found herself getting aroused. This little thing was a honey, and she found her lacy panties getting moist yet again. She wondered if in her past, she'd ever had sex with an Asian woman? She knew she was going to in the near future. The very near future, if she had anything to say about it. Cassandra picked out a few sexy items - a bustier with laces, some sexy panties, some new stockings and a pair of mules with open toes - and planned her seduction. She had no intention of leaving the store without tasting the little honey's sweet honey or getting her promise to come to the Hotel tonight for some enjoyable pussy-munching. The salesgirl seemed to be watching her, that seemed to be a good sign of fun yet-to-come. She went into the change room, nipples hard, pussy pulsing with lesbian lust. She fidgeted around for a few minutes, then called out to the salesgirl on the pretext of needing some assistance. The pretty young girl came into the room, "May I be of assistance?" she asked Cassandra, smiling gently with perfectly even teeth. Cassandra was heating up even more at the thought of pressing her lips to the young woman's. "I am having a bit of trouble getting the bustier laced up, Miss....?" "My name is Kobe. And don't worry Miss, I have put the sign out saying back in a hour. This is my store - we will see that you are fitted properly! As a matter of fact, I promise to give you my full attention!" Kobe grinned at Cassandra and knelt down in front of her, applying her lips to Cassandra's dripping quim. With the first touch of the girl's adept tongue, Cassandra spasmed. Oh dear Lord, she thought to herself as she squealed aloud, This is what I wanted! "OOhhhh, you are quite the passionate one, aren't you Miss?", Kobe asked sensually. "Let me help you with those laces now! I don't want you leaving my store unsatisfied, do I?" Kobe UNDID the laces, letting Cassandra's breasts spring free. She nibbled on Cassandra's tits, licking the nipples into firmness, suckling them gently at first, then nibbling on them with her perfect teeth. Cassandra giggled a bit as she shuddered with lesbian lust. This was not Kobe's first time with a woman, she knew, the girl was much to adept at pleasing girls to be a novice. "I have to eat her!!," Cassandra thought. "Come on darling, let's do a 69!," she suggested aloud. "My favourite number!" Kobe replied. "You are the customer miss, would you like to be on top or on the bottom?" The girls got into the ages-old position, Cassandra on top, licking and lapping at each other, gorging on the juices that flowed from their aroused cunts. Quicker and quicker they licked, fingers going in and out of wet pussies, tongues swirling around each other's clits with practiced motions. The tang of Kobe's pussy was arousing to Cassandra, and she told her so. "Oh darling, you have the sweetest pussy! So sweet, so tiny and tight. I love eating you dearest, I truly do!" Cassandra moaned between licks at the tasty morsel. "Oh miss, I think you have one of the nicest pussies I have ever tasted. Such a naughty little cunt!" Kobe giggled. "I could feast on it for hours!" With that, she resumed her licking of Cassandra's horny pussy and Cassandra did likewise. The two girls came virtually simultaneously, flooding each other's faces with juice and licking it up happily. They cuddled together for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, Kobe still calling her "Miss" which Cassandra found amusing. When Cassandra left Kobe's store a few hours later, it was with a substantial pile of lingerie at a verrrry reasonable price and the promise of another fashion show soon. Kobe told her, giggling that she was looking forward to seeing "Miss" - Cassandra had given her name at last - again. She'd solved another piece of the puzzle. She knew she'd be too wild for most men. She was no mistress - if anything, she would be the boss. She was not the type to be someone's servant, she was not the type to be humbled by anyone. She was also quite sure now that she was bisexual and had shared the bodies of other women previously. "Who am I?," she thought. "I WILL find out!" Finding Cassandra Ch. 03 Following her latest two experiences, Cassandra came to a few new realizations. The first was that she was not an American. Her voice had a British inflection. She might be British or British Canadian. So another piece of the puzzle was fitted in. The next one was that she was relatively well-educated. Her speech patterns bespoke a women of intelligence and breeding. The way she thought, analyzed things, she knew that she was well-schooled. Cassandra had thought of going to the police - but what if her amnesiac state was due to some criminal act? Could she have been involved in drugs? She doubted that, but she wasn't going to take any chances. Or what if she'd been whisked away for her own protection? It was too early to try going to the authorities. Back in the hotel room, Cassandra felt stiff and out of sorts. Her body ached from all the walking she'd done in her new "Fuck Me" shoes. Ah, the price women paid for fashion. She enjoyed the admiring stares she got in her clothes though, so it was worth it, she giggled inwardly. Cassandra called down to the front desk and inquired if they had a masseur on staff. Indeed they did, so she asked to have him sent up. She stripped down and wore only a towel when the knock on the door came. When the masseur entered, Cassandra felt her body react sexually once again. He was "hunky" as they said, about mid-20's with muscles, almost gold eyes and shimmering, wavy blonde hair. "Hi, I'm Kurt," he said to her, hand outstretched. She took his hand and shook it, fearful her trembling might give away her lust. "Cassandra," she intoned, as the tingles increased. This man was going to be her latest fuck. She lay on the bed, as she'd found tables uncomfortable in the past. "Another memory?," she thought. She felt she was going to go mad from the stress of not knowing, so she decided to put herself in Kurt's more-than-capable hands. His hands worked magic on her aching body. She felt all of her tension easing quickly with each practiced caress. She also felt her nipples hardening, her pussy getting wet with desire as well. When she heard him ask her to flip over, Cassandra made her move. She grabbed his hands and put them on her aching tits and pulled him towards her for a kiss of lust. To his credit, all pretense of massage ended. He didn't even give her the cliche of "We're not supposed to do that with the customers." Kurt stripped quickly and joined her in the bed. "Fuck me hard Kurt!," she screamed out, her voice raging with lust. The massage / foreplay had gotten to Kurt as well. "God, you're beautiful!,'" he said, his cock throbbing, purple with lust, ready to invade this stunning creature's amazing body. Kurt thrust into her from behind, fucking her doggie style, his thrusts savage, but not hurting her in the least. Cassandra liked it this way, she knew, she wasn't afraid to get down and dirty. In and out, he pumped, his hands on her tits, harder and harder Kurt fucked her. Cassandra fucked him back, with all the skills she possessed. And those were plenty, she knew. Her pussy tightened around his dick, milking it, clenching him tight within her. She felt Kurt tense up, knowing he was about to cum. She was ready for that, the fucking had been quick, but very satisfying. Cassandra had the urge to taste his cum, so she took his cock from her lusty cunt and into her mouth. He came within seconds, shooting his load deep inside her greedy mouth. She gulped down the slimy juices, savoring every drop. Kurt departed - and gave her a great discount on the massage. Now Cassandra felt very relaxed. Not knowing things was certainly giving Cassandra some wonderful adventures - but there was a part of her that wanted to know what was coming next. Cassandra realized, for all the concerns that she had, that she might need to protect herself. She still had no idea why she had the memory loss, what had brought her to this city. The hotel had security, surely - but what if someone assaulted her? Or tried to grab her? A gun was out of the question - especially as she didn't know enough information to register and the hotel staff had told her that guns were hard to come by in Canada. She inquired about self-defense classes. They were taught by a quiet - but firm-looking - man named Mr. Quan. He was smaller in stature than she, but underneath his clothing, Cassandra could tell that every inch of him was lean, taut, rippling with muscle. Like everything else in her life - another thing she came to remember about herself, Cassandra noted - she threw herself into it with a fervor. She went daily for the next 3 weeks, staying for hours at a time. At first, her body ached with pain, but it relented in the second week. She was quite skilled at the combat arts, Mr. Quan remarked to her. He commented to her that she must have had training before. She couldn't remember that, but it did seem to be logical. Cassandra remembered none of it, but it is said that the body has memory and hers took to the Martial Arts readily. After the last class on the 3rd week, Mr. Quan asked her to have tea with him. This was quite an honor, she knew, for he rarely socialized with his students. Still in the giri they wore in class, they sat and talked. Mr. Quan - she couldn't bring herself to call him by his first name, it seemed disrespectful - had lead quite an interesting life. He'd had some dangerous occupations, taken quite a few risks. Which is why she found herself amused that he seemed to be stumbling with what he wanted to say to her. "I would like to make love to you Cassandra," he said quietly. "If you would be willing?" Cassandra had not thought of him in that way, but now, it was all she COULD think of. She wondered what his hands, so skilled and adept in the arts of defense, would feel like on her body. She trembled at the thought. They undressed slowly - she marvelled at his small, but solid form. He had a few scars - probably souvenirs of his past - but he was nicely built as she had earlier surmised. Mr. Quan took her in his arms and lay her down on the mats, the heady fragrance of her arousal assailing his senses. He touched her and her entire body was suffused with lust. The hands that caressed her were as adept at pleasure as at combat, she had been correct in that assumption as well. Her body was aching for him with every caress. He caressed her breasts, each nipple inflamed with his gentle touch. Down her body his hands roamed, he occasionally paused to touch her with his tongue. His lips were soft and gentle on her flesh, he'd breath little gusts of air over her skin as he maneuvered all over her body. Her hands free, she caressed his manhood. He was quite large for an Asian male - well, she supposed, she thought with a giggle. She wasn't sure if she'd been with an Asian male before. Mr. Quan's hands and lips were at her pussy now, licking the folds and nuzzling her engorged clit. He feasted on her with relish, nuzzling into her as she convulsed with a mini-orgasm. Sex made her feel alive, every time she made love, every time she fucked, her body let her know she was alive. She moved against him, giving him access to her love-starved body. "My turn!" Cassandra laughed. She attacked Mr. Quan's cock with glee, licking and lapping at it, up and down, around and around, seeing the delight on his face as he clenched with lust. He might have been her master in the Martial Arts, but in the Sexual Arts, Cassandra took second to no one! After some remarkable foreplay, Mr. Yak mounted her and slid into her, easily. She was soaking wet and very ready for him. At first, he was gentle - gliding in and out of her smoothly, his dick stroking the walls of her pussy. That stopped in a bit. He began to fuck like a madman, her cunt clenching and unclenching as he screwed her savagely, pumping and thrusting, her body jolting upwards to match him, stroke for stroke. They grunted and heaved at each other like rutting animals, both of them determined to give the other what they wanted. When they came, it was a total release, like the tension had gone. They snuggled together, and then, he calmly asked if she would like more tea. She giggled and nodded her head. Upon leaving, Cassandra felt more confident and tranquil. Whatever secrets lay ahead, she knew she could face them. She was no longer afraid, she was just unsure. To be continued... Finding Cassandra Ch. 04 Clayton put his feet up on the old wooden desk he'd inherited when taking over the Detective Agency from his dad, Peter. It was old and weather beaten, with cigarette burns in certain spots. Clayton wouldn't have sold it for a million bucks, it meant everything to him. Six months after retiring from the agency, Clayton's old man had passed away from cancer. He'd never kicked those cigarettes and they'd been the death of him. Hard to believe that had been three years ago. Clayton Jennings was not the detective his father was, it had come natural to the old man. He'd been a cop on the force for 30 years before retiring, then he'd opened the agency upon retiring. His smart-as-a-whip Dad had helped crack dozens of cases, teaching Clayton whatever he knew. Clayton brushed the sandy hair out of his eyes and tried willing the phone to ring. If he didn't get a case soon, he wouldn't have a phone to ring. The rent was paid up, he wasn't heavily in debt, but he was hanging on by a thread. Then the stunning blonde walked into the office. Clayton nearly fell out of his chair, she was that good looking. "Mr Jennings?" she said in a soft voice with a slight inflection. "Yes, that's me, Miss ...?" "You may call me Cassandra. And therein lies the root of my problem." Cassandra explained to the somewhat-rumpled detective what had brought her to his office. "I woke up here in Toronto, having no idea how I got here. I have money. I am obviously well-bred and intelligent. I love sex ... " Cassandra giggled at that " ... and I don't think I am a criminal." "I beg your pardon?" Cassandra continued on. "When I first started out trying to find out my identity, I thought it might be possible I might be a criminal, in some kind of trouble. But I realized I don't do drugs. Nor am I an alcoholic, for I don't crave alcohol." By now, Clayton had begun making notes on the computer on his desk. "Anything else?" She smiled at him again. "Someone is taking great pains to make sure I am well taken care of. I am staying at the Royal York in a rather lavish suite. There is steady money coming to me in Traveler's Cheques and my clothes are expensive." "Go on." "I mentioned it before, but I love sex. With men or women, I seem to be a near-addict when it comes to sexual escapades." Clayton could just imagine the pretty blonde, seated in a frazzled chair, naked and panting, while being fucked. He bet that she was a great lay, she obviously had a great body under the sedate business attire she was wearing. "I would like to know as much as possible about myself, Mr. Jennings. I've done some asking around - discreetly - and I've been told you are determined, discreet and hard-working. I want answers, do you think you can get them for me?" He smiled at her and nodded. "Cassandra, I will do my best. My rates are reasonable, but this could take a while. Are you prepared for that?" Cassandra crossed a slender leg and nodded. "As I seem to have an inexhaustible supply of funds, that will be no problem. I have Five Hundred with me, will that be sufficient to retain your services?" Clayton took the money from her hands, feeling her fingertips against his own. Hell, she could take off her jacket and she'd have enough to retain his services. This was the most drop-dead gorgeous woman he'd ever seen. The noises from nearby Bloor Street drowned out her next comment and he had to ask her again. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you say?" She smiled and laughed sweetly. "I asked, now that our business is concluded, would you like to fuck me?" This time, Clayton did indeed fall out of the chair. "Jesus, are you kidding?" "No. As I said, I am a very sexual being. I seem to need a cock and some good licking right now and you're a sensual bear of a man. I bet you can give me a great, hard fucking and I need that right now. Would you like to fuck me or is there a Mrs. Jennings?" "No, there isn't!" Clayton said a little-too quickly. Cassandra laughed again, she had a beautiful laugh. "Even if there was, my lord woman, you're worth the risk!" She was unbuttoning the black pinstripe jacket, revealing a sexy black lace camisole underneath it. Another thing Clayton's analytical mind noted, she had good taste in lingerie. She wiggled out of the pants and folded them over the chair. She was neat. Now this spectacular woman stood before him in the cami, stockings and heels. She let her hair fall in graceful waves and tossed it back. She took a step towards Clayton and began to unbutton his shirt. "I like undressing a man -- or a woman, for that matter!" she said as she placed a gentle kiss on his chest. She raked her nails across his chest as she kissed the side of his neck, he shrugged the shirt off his body. He was glad he kept working out, he figured he was going to need a lot of strength to keep up with the blonde wildcat. Cassandra ran her hands down his pantleg and back up again, unzipping his fly. She removed his cock from the boxers and sucked it into her mouth. Her lips were silk-soft, she manipulated Clayton's cock for a few minutes, then stood back up again. "You're a big fellow, aren't you?" she purred. "I know how to use it too!" he bragged as she moved away from him and sat up on the desk. The young blonde spread her legs and stroked her pussy suggestively. "Do you like to eat pussy, lover?" she cooed. "Very much, when they're as beautiful as yours!" Clayton spread her pussy lips apart gently and began to lick her, slowly, steadily. He took his time eating Cassandra, using his mouth to taste her, inhaling the subtle musk of her cunt. He'd occasionally move up to her tummy, pulling on her navel ring, looking at the hard pink nipples that begged to be kissed. He did so, hearing her sighs of pleasure, then Clayton went back to eating her sweetness. Cassandra's pussy was leaking, juices flowing onto the tongue of her newest lover. He ate her with skill and precision, if he was as methodical in his job ... lord, oh lord, could this man eat cunt! Her mind went blank as he devoured her. Her back arched and she felt the first wave of orgasm overtake her as she flooded his face. Her screams were filling the office, good thing he hadn't had his secretary come in today. Although knowing Melinda, she might have joined in. He swallowed as much of Cassandra's juices as he could swallow and let her come back down to earth. "Well ... " she smiled at him. "That's a nice way to begin a business relationship. Come here." Clayton walked towards here, somewhat in a daze. "Are you going to keep your pants on?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. He laughed and removed them quickly, going towards her on the desk once more. She took his cock, thick and meaty, into her mouth and licked and sucked. There was an urgency to her sucking this time, like she needed to cum and have him cum as well. She was an adept lover, coaxing and licking, her tongue dipping down and licking his balls from time to time. His cock surged, he could feel the cum wanting to escape and flood her gullet. "Are you enjoying this, Mr. Jennings?" "Of course!! Dear God, you are the best fuck I've ever had!" Cassandra smiled sensually at him. "Thank you Mr. Jennings, but you haven't fucked me yet. Let's change that, shall we?" He laughed and she moved on the desk to accommodate him. "I think you can call me Clayton, Cassandra." She nodded and felt him slip his hard shaft deep into her hot, awaiting cunt. She wrapped her long legs around him and arched forward, accepting all of his thick cock deep into her pussy. She urged "MORE!" and he pumped harder, his cock nearly hitting the bottom of her cunt. She writhed against him, her body aching with want. As Clayton fucked Cassandra, he played with her tits and ran his hands all over her body. Her mews of pleasure mixed with his savage grunts as his cock pounded deeper and deeper into the recesses of her snatch. Her legs were around his back, her manicured nails dug into his flesh. "OHHH, FUCKKKK!!" Cassandra yelled as he drilled her unmercifully. "Hold on lover, slow down -- I don't want to cum, not just yet!" Clayton stopped for a minute and smiled down at his attractive client. "All right, you're calling the shots. What next?" Cassandra moved away from him, her pussy dripping and aching. "I want to feel you from behind, darling. Take me like a doggie-bitch!" He didn't hesitate for a second, Clayton slid his cock into her cunt and began fucking her, forcefully. He gripped her hips for support and pounded into her, she moved against him, taking all she could get, yet wanting more. His cock felt so good, so hard, so virile, inside her tight little puss! Then, Cassandra had an inspiration. "Clayton, darling?" "Yeah?" "I'd like you to grease up that big, hard pole -- and fuck my ass!" Clayton was practically beside himself with shock and delight. None of his lovers had ever let him do that, and she was asking for it. "I -- I don't have any lube!" he stammered. "I do -- in my purse, go get it!" Clayton wanted a satisfied client, so he got the lube and readied his cock. He also grabbed a condom from the drawer of his desk, put it on and lubed himself. His cock slid hard into her ass, it was almost rough -- and she loved it. "GODDD, YESSS, ohhh, that big NASTY cock up my tight asshole! Oh, so good, I feel so good, so packed with cock!" His cock moved in and out of her asshole, the tightness made him want to cum. Yet, he held on, wanting desperately to please Cassandra, to make her want to come back for more. He would alternate strokes, first he'd fuck the tight ass hard, then slide a bit gently, then pound her again. By varying his tempo, he was making her squeal. "Good, so good, so FUCKING good!" Cassandra screamed out. "Goddd, I wanna cum!" he yelled out to her. "Then cum, you motherfucking bastard! Take off that plastic wrap and cum in my mouth, you hard-dicked fucker!" Her lewd words did the trick, so Clayton yanked off the condom and fed her his cock, shooting loads of cum into her waiting mouth. She gulped it all down, sucking hard to coax out every remaining drop. Using materials from his office washroom, the pair cleaned up. She looked neat and proper again, no one would suspect all the nasty things that had been going on, although the musk of sex was in the air. Clayton also knew he had a new reason to keep the weatherbeaten old desk. "I will expect you to keep me informed" she told him as she readied to leave. "Count on it. Oh, and that time doesn't count against your retainer!" Clayton said with a grin. Finding Cassandra Ch. 05 Spring in Toronto is normally warm and pleasant, but this was not one of those type of days. Cassandra looked out the view from her window, it was pouring, it was gray and she didn't want to be out in it. She'd had enough rain in her lifetime. Cassandra remembered something at that second – she hated rain. Hated it, loathed it, despised it with every fibre of her being. Rain made her sad, rain made her glum. To cheer herself up, Cassandra had ordered a lush breakfast, indulging in Belgian Waffles, with gobs of fresh whipped cream. She sat in the comfortable chair and went through the TV channels. Nothing good on, nothing on "Ellen", "Springer" made her queasy – how COULD intelligent people watch this tripe? - and Cassandra began climbing the walls with boredom. One of the things Cassandra had figured out about the person she was – she detested boredom. She had a very low threshold for tedium. Cassandra was racking her brain trying to figure out what to do when the phone rang in her suite. "Miss Cassandra? There is a Miss – Kobe, is it? - here to see you. May I send her up? Yes. Thank You, Miss Cassandra, I'll send her right up." Cassandra wondered why Kobe had come to see her, but she wasn't going to complain. She was hoping her boredom was about to come to an end. There was a loud knock on the door and Cassandra walked over to let Kobe in the room. Kobe was even more stunning than last time. She was beautifully made-up, hair a shimmering, flowing dark wave. Her eyes were accentuated with glitter, she wore diamond teardrop earrings, a short, purple sequined mini and silver heels. Yummy, simply mouth-watering, Cassandra thought with an evil mind. "My goodness, don't you look stunning!" Cassandra exclaimed, happy to see her new friend. "Who is all of this finery for?" Kobe looked down at her feet. "Well, actually, you. I was bored at the store, you hadn't paid me another visit, so I looked up where you were staying on your receipt and ..." "You thought you'd pay ME a visit?" Kobe nodded. Cassandra could hardly contain herself. "You thought perhaps, we'd have a repeat performance of what happened last time?" Again, the beautiful Asian woman nodded. She was feeling a little bit squirmy, but Cassandra allayed her fears. "Your timing couldn't be better darling. I've been going out of my mind on this gray, gloomy day. Playing with a sexy thing like you will just make my cares go away. Did you have anything special in mind?" Just as Kobe was about to answer her, the phone in the suite ran once more. Cassandra asked Kobe to excuse her for a moment and went to answer it. "Miss Cassandra, there is a man here named Clayton who says he wishes to see you. He says he has urgent news." Cassandra sighed. Not that she didn't welcome information from Clayton, it was just his timing was lousy. "All right, send him up." She hoped that Kobe wasn't planning on being anywhere anytime soon. She turned to her new friend and said "Darling, this is very, very important, I must deal with this. Can you stay, are you in any hurry?" Kobe shook her head. "I'd wait around all day for you, if need be." Cassandra kissed her soft lips. "You're sweet." The look of adoration on Kobe's face as she kissed her brightened her spirits. Cassandra opened the door to find Clayton on the other side of it, his face lit up, obviously quite happy. The news must have been good, so she ushered him in to the suite. At first, he didn't see Kobe sitting in one of the plush chairs. "I'm sorry, is this a bad time?" "If only you knew!" Cassandra thought inwardly, but she pressed on. "It's all right, this is my friend Kobe. Kobe, this is Clayton. He is a Private Detective I hired to find out some information for me." Kobe nodded, she seemed to be almost-staring at the rumpled & rugged detective. Cassandra caught it, but said nothing. "All right Clayton, the Desk Clerk said you have urgent news. Please, get on with it." Cassandra thought if it didn't look childish, Clayton would have been dancing on one foot, he seemed that happy. "Okay Cassandra, here goes." "First, you're not a criminal, there is no record with the Toronto Police, the OPP or the RCMP. I even checked with some American contacts of mine, your fingerprints are not anywhere on file. I could even contact Interpol, but I would imagine I will get the same results." "All right, we both figured that." "Second, it doesn't seem as if anyone has reported you as a Missing Person, there is no description of anyone resembling you in the police files. Third, you've been staying at this Hotel for quite a few months." Cassandra was surprised at that one. "Why didn't anyone say something?" Clayton gave her a wry smile. "Ummm, because you didn't ask?" Cassandra felt like an idiot. It was true, she had never thought to ask them how long she'd been staying here, in all the confusion, it had slipped her mind. "You've been here for nearly a year, but you were gone for about three weeks. You never checked out and when you turned up again, no one thought anything of it, as all the bills were still being paid. You were given the same room as before, which had been reserved for you anonymously, all paid for in cash, in advance." "I showed your picture around Cassandra. You are very beautiful, so a lot of people remembered seeing your face. Apparently, you spent a lot of time at Kensington Market." Cassandra smiled, that rung a bell. Kensington Market was one of the most unique spots in Toronto, near College and Spadina. Lots of wonderful merchants, very ethnic, with wonderful places to eat and shop. It had a thriving arts community, which Cassandra found extremely appealing. Lots of food merchants and great places to eat. Cassandra also remembered it was almost all pedestrian traffic, with very few cars. She remembered walking along its bustling streets, loving the scents and smells and noises. "Also, there was an Italian restaurant you were seen frequenting, Tratorria D'el Arte. Ring any bells?" Cassandra scrunched up her beautiful face. It rung something, that much was sure. But this was wonderful news, these were the first vivid memories she'd had in a good many months! Cassandra was overjoyed, she wanted to reward Clayton for his diligent work, with something far more than cash. Hmm, she wondered, what could she do for this considerate man? Then, Cassandra noticed that Kobe was still observing them, the idea came to her in an instant. She walked over to the chair where the exotic beauty was seated, kissed her passionately, seemingly ignoring Clayton's presence. She put her arms around the sensual beauty, embracing her, putting her all into the kiss, knowing this teasing would arouse the hunky PI who was watching them with barely-disguised interest. "Keep kissing me darling, softer, yes, I like that" Cassandra whispered to Kobe, who acquiesced to her every sensual demand. "A – HEM!" came the sound from Clayton's direction. Cassandra turned to him and smiled a bit. "Yes, Clayton?" "Well Cassandra, if you're finished with me, I should get back to work, I think." "Oh, really? Very well – unless you're interested in joining our little party?" Clayton Jennings had not gotten this far in life by being a stupid man. He realized swiftly the little show he'd just seen was for his benefit. He stripped out of his shirt and jeans and moved towards the still-kissing duo. Cassandra whispered in Kobe's air, nibbling the lobe. "I'm sorry, I've forgotten my manners. Are you up for this? You DO like men, don't you?" Cassandra was teasing, the way Kobe was eying Clayton's hard, lean body, it was evident she was interested. She moved aside and let Kobe reach out and caress the man's hard, ready cock. "He's a nice package!" Kobe giggle, taking Clayton's shaft into her eager mouth. Her boredom was already gone and as Cassandra began to remove her top, Cassandra's was being alleviated as well. Kobe had to shift around a little to allow Cassandra to remove her dress, but the shimmying was in itself, very erotic. She now wore only her store's finest see-thru bra and thong, her golden skin dusted lightly with glitter. She'd been eager to be a visual feast for Cassandra, now she knew she was equally attractive in Clayton's eyes. Kobe had been without a boyfriend, or regular lover, for quite some time, she knew her sexual needs were going to be well take care of this afternoon. She was nervous at the thought of her first threesome, but had no intention of letting that stop her. Clayton's knees were practically giving out from under him, Kobe was a wonderful cocksucker. Her talents were astounding, but next, he felt Cassandra's eager tongue licking at his balls. Fuccckkkkk, he thought to himself, if I cum now, I'll never forgive myself. "Excuse me for a moment, darlings" Cassandra purred, moving away from the eager duo. She went into the bathroom, noticing the pair moving towards the large bed. Oh, this was going to be a wonderful way to alleviate her boredom. Cassandra noticed Clayton was kissing Kobe very softly, he wasn't rushing, taking his time to be gentle with her. She could hear the grunts and groans from outside the bathroom, she knew that Kobe was in for a truly great fuck. Clayton was a great stud, the kind a horny girl could rely on in her time of need. Judging from Kobe's flirtatiousness earlier, she was needy indeed. "Ohhh goddd baby, oh goddd lover, eat me, suck my pussy darling!" Cassandra could hear Kobe's moans of bliss. She'd left the beautiful Asian in good hands, but she wanted her share as well. This afternoon was going much better than she had expected. She ran her hands, now anointed with a sensual body lotion, all over her body and then prepared herself for the tryst that awaited her. Walking out of the bathroom, Cassandra was pleased to hear the gasps from the horny duo on the bed. She strolled over to the side of the bed and took both of their hands. "You like, darlings?" "Is that one of my store's ---?" Kobe asked. Cassandra nodded. She had put on a cream-colored negligee, slit high on the side, exposing her soft skin and beautiful legs. She enjoyed the open admiration of the two sexy people, and sat on the side of the bed. Turning to Kobe, she kissed her softly, running her hands through the woman's long, dark hair. Then she turned to Clayton and kissed him, jamming her tongue into his mouth, teasing Kobe with the erotic spectacle. She wanted both of them to be so hot for her, they couldn't control themselves. From the way Kobe's hands were caressing her tits through the sexy negligee, she was quite obviously succeeding. She loved the feeling of this woman's hands on her body, she whimpered as she continued to kiss Clayton. Clayton felt his arousal heightening more with each moment. Looking over at Kobe, seeing the passion in her eyes, the sweetness of Cassandra's kisses, the horny man couldn't decide who he wanted to fuck more. Luckily, he didn't have to decide, he was going to be able to fuck both of these lovely women. Cassandra's mind was awash in erotic sensations. She felt adored and worshipped by her two lovers, she could feel Kobe's knowing, gentle hands slide down the straps of the negligee, baring her breasts to her admirers. Kobe caressed and fondled one globe, while Clayton fastened his mouth softly on her other breast, licking and sucking her nipples gently. Slowly, tenderly, the pair captivated Cassandra, bringing her along with them on an erotic journey. They had ensnared her in a web of lust, not that she was making any effort to escape, Cassandra felt them sliding the negligee down her body, but she turned to Kobe and said "Uh-uh. If I am naked, you have to be naked, too. After that, the two of us can finish undressing this big fellow over here." Kobe did a little erotic dance as she removed her lingerie, now she stood in the room, naked. Clayton let out a little wolf-whistle, Cassandra could almost swear Kobe was blushing. Cassandra stood up from the bed and shimmied erotically out of the negligee. Now it was Kobe's turn to whistle. "You shaved, Miss Cassandra!" she trilled happily. Indeed, while in the bathroom preparing for their tryst, Cassandra had taken the time to shave her pussy bald. "I did. You like it?" "Oh yes, please let me show you how much." With that, Kobe gently pushed Cassandra back onto the bed and buried her face in the woman's now-shaven pussy. Eating her with that incredible skill Cassandra remembered from the previous encounter, she watched Clayton remove his clothing. He had no intention of waiting for the two beauties to undress him, he was too impatient. Clayton moved behind Kobe's wriggling body. Smiling, Clayton tapped Kobe gently on the butt and asked softly, "May I?" Kobe nodded and Clayton slid his cock easily into her welcoming pussy. Kobe shrieked, he was obviously the biggest cock she'd ever felt, but the increased pressure she was applying to Cassandra's already-moist cunt let Cassandra know that the lovely Asian was enjoying his fucking. Clayton began pumping in and out of Kobe's cunt, with practiced strokes, his meaty dick filling her petite frame. She rocked back against the invading shaft, trying desperately to concentrate on pleasing her other lover. Cassandra's pussy was so delectable, she wanted to eat her again and again and again .... Clayton was fucking Kobe with as much skill as he could muster. She was moving against his cock almost perfectly, her scrumptious little pussy was milking him as she continued to lap Cassandra's pussy avidly. Clayton had never felt this aroused, it was like his senses were increased a hundred-fold as he did his best to pleasure his newest lover. "Slow down – oh God, please, we have to slow down!" Kobe begged, panting as she moved her face from Cassandra's cunt. "This is wonderful, amazing, but I don't want to cum too soon." Cassandra sat up and kissed Kobe, Clayton had his arms wrapped around the beautiful Asian protectively. "Okay sugar, what did you have in mind?" Clayton asked Kobe, winking at Cassandra. "Yes dearest, you can call the shots this time!" Cassandra smiled. It was as if the three of them were perfectly in synch, each of them wanting to please the other two. Kobe's body was glistening, if possible, she looked even more beautiful than before. "I want to watch you being fucked Cassandra, I want Clayton to fuck the shit out of you!" Kobe said, growing a tad more perverse in her desires. "I want to straddle your face while he fucks you and have you eat my cunt and drip my juices all over your licking tongue!" The trio climbed up onto the bed, all eager to continue their fun and games. Cassandra lay back on the bed while Clayton readied himself, she saw Kobe's gorgeous frame hovering over her and as the girl lowered her pussy onto Cassandra's face, Cassandra thought it couldn't get any better than this. She was dead wrong about that. Seeing Kobe and Cassandra seemed to inspire Clayton, he fucked her deep, hard and strong, knowing what she was capable of handling, Clayton was even more sure of himself as he fucked the sexy blonde. He drove in and out her her cunt, his teeth clenched as he watched Cassandra reach up and grab Kobe's ass, drawing her pussy down over her licking tongue. She delved deep into Kobe's cunt, knowing whatever her fate, she wanted to continue having a relationship with these two amazing fuckers. "Oh fuck, Oh God, oh-my-fucking-GOD!" Kobe yelled as the bi-blonde sucked her off. She had nearly come when Clayton was fucking her, she didn't hold it in any longer. She let go, shrieking loud enough that Cassandra thought they might hear her in the lobby. "Good one, huh baby?" Cassandra smiled, as Kobe collapsed on the bed beside her. The sexy woman nodded, then fastened her lips to Cassandra's breasts and began licking again as Clayton continued fucking Cassandra. "Oh Christ, oh yessss, fuck me, fuck me Tony, fuck me, fuck the shit out of ME!" Cassandra shrieked, as her own orgasm overtook her. She watched in delight as Clayton pulled out and Kobe grabbed for his cock, sucking it until his hot cum shot down her throat. She shared a sticky kiss with Cassandra and then they rested for a while. Later, after another naughty round of sex and games, they relaxed over coffee and cake. Kobe asked her "Cassandra, who is Tony?" "Excuse me?" "I was going to ask too, Cassandra?" "I don't understand." "While Clayton was fucking you, you called out 'Fuck me Tony'. Who is Tony?" Cassandra scrunched up her face. As her lovers were dressing, Clayton having offered to escort Kobe home [ which made Cassandra wonder if he had an ulterior motive ], Cassandra thought that another mystery might have been added to the puzzle – or another clue. Finding Cassandra Ch. 06 May passed, moving into a cool June. Cassandra kept busy, hoping Clayton would discover the final piece of the puzzle that would put her life back together. She was enjoying her "paid vacation" in Toronto and the hotel staff was more than accommodating – including one rather nicely-hung desk clerk and a very sexy black maid – but Cassandra found herself getting Cabin Fever. July came and Cassandra decided to do something about her situation. Toronto is July can be very muggy, yesterday it had poured rain, so Cassandra had called her dear friend Kobe – they'd become very close – and the two women spent a rainy day in bed, eating chocolate and drinking wine and having naughty, kinky, girl-on-girl sex. Even when having a wonderful time with Kobe, Cassandra found herself feeling a small bout of melancholy. She wondered if the old Cassandra would have been attractive to the sensual Asian woman? She assumed so, but it saddened her that she wasn't sure. July in Toronto also has lots to do – including Caribana, which Cassandra promised herself she'd attend for at least one afternoon – but this day, she decided to venture out to Kensington Market. It was a warm day, so she wore a gauzy, cream-colored summer dress, nearly bare underneath, and a pair of strappy, high-heeled sandals. She'd been spending some time in a Tanning Bed, so she'd forgone stockings because of the heat. The cabbie got her there in short order, charging her a flat fee – partially because he kept looking back at her every chance he got, Cassandra assumed. She got out of the cab and took it all in. It wasn't hard to figure out why she'd liked this place so much – it was so diverse and colorful, with different ethnicity's milling about, shops with wonderful foodstuffs and products, people hustling and bustling – it just seemed to be alive and Cassandra loved that. Around 1 PM, Cassandra found herself ravenous. She and Kobe hadn't eaten a lot of – food – the previous day and she was ever-so-slightly dizzy from the heat. She remembered what Clayton had told her about Tratorria D'el Arte and thought that a nice meal of Pasta would suit her well. She made some inquiries and made her way there. The minute Cassandra entered the cozy-looking restaurant, Sense Memory kicked in. She had been here before, there was no doubt about it. The aromas of Italian cooking washed over her like a fine mist. The up-tempo sound of Italian music, the happy chatter of the customers, the ambiance – someone was even singing in Italian in the back. This was one of her most vivid memories yet. She took a cursory glance around and saw someone scrambling from the back kitchen, singing in Italian. She didn't get a good look at him, so she followed the man to the nearby table, where he served 2 customers their lunch. "Excuse me – are you the owner, I'd like a table, I'm famished!" Cassandra said as she tapped him on the shoulder. "I'm not the owner, I'm the chef and ... CASSIE! !" "TONY!" she responded and the world went very, very black. Cassandra awoke – she wasn't sure how much later – in a room that was very familiar to her. She knew it well, she'd been here many happy times before. "I wasn't sure when you were gonna wake up" a voice from the corner said. Tony came into view and sat beside her on the plush bed. She peppered his face with tiny, loving kisses, the tears flowing readily. Looking into his beautiful dark eyes, she could see that his were as full of tears as her own. "Mama sent up some Minestrone, time to eat beautiful!" he said, placing a tray with a pink rose – she didn't care for red, she remembered – on the bed in front of her. She remembered not liking red roses. She remembered Tony's mother's rich, wonderful Minestrone and how good it tasted. She sipped the soup, still hot, still fresh and remembered Angela's round, beaming face the first time Cassandra had told her that. She remembered it all . Holding her hand, almost fearing to let go, was the thing she now remembered best and most fondly – her Tony. Her heart was so full of joy and love, she thought it was going to burst. Still, she knew they now had time, and she ate the repast hungrily. Tony just stayed by her side, idly stroking her hand, the entirety of his attention focused on her. "I thought I'd lost you forever , I'd never see you again" he told her in a voice that was barely above a whisper and full of pain. She gripped his hand tight and leaned forward, kissing his lips softly. "I would have found my way back to you, somehow" Cassandra told him. "You are my love, it's fated that we are together, it's meant to be. I will always be in your heart and you in mine!" She hugged him so tight it almost hurt. Cassandra told him everything – all about Brian, Kobe, Mr. Quan, Clayton – she told him about where she'd been, she told Tony things even she had no recollection of until just now. It was all so clear now, like a fog had lifted. Tony just listened intently – his emotions crossing his face, pain, frustration, a bit of anger – but no jealousy. She had known there wouldn't be, she and Tony were creatures of passion, that was how they'd found each other. "You were singing earlier, you must have been learning to cope" Cassandra said wryly. "Ask Salvatore what that song means babe – but today was the first day in a long while I felt like singing or doing much of anything, to tell the truth" Tony answered her. Salvatore was Tony's brother, Cassandra knew – oh, it was so good to know things again, without hesitation. "Your heart must have known I was coming" she said as she kissed her man softly. "You are one goofy, overly-romantic broad!" he teased her, punching her on the arm. That broke the tension and they laughed heartily, joy filling them both. She just snuggled into his chest, knowing the future would be all right now, she was where she belonged. If that was goofy and overly-romantic, so be it. She could feel Tony's dark eyes looking at her and she moved away teasingly. "See something you like?" she said in a husky purr. "Oh yeah, the sexiest woman I know!" he growled. "That's some dress, Cassie!" He had called her Cassie since their first meeting at the ROM – an ex-lover of hers had introduced them, she now recalled. She had liked him immediately, his calling her "Cassie" didn't bother her and his jocular, matter-of-fact nature punctured her phony British front. He'd seen right through it to the passionate, wild creature underneath – enticing her with an invitation to the restaurant the next day. After feeding her body, Tony had fed her hot, horny pussy the best, most accomplished cock her horny cunt had ever known. Over and over and over again. Cassandra had no reservations about fucking Tony – she loved being a free, wild creature and Tony didn't seem to have a possessive bone in his body. A few weeks into the relationship, he called the lover – Michelle – and insisted she come over and pleasure Cassandra. He let the women have sex for hours, unselfishly just watching until both women insisted he join in. Another memory she was happy to have back, Cassandra realized. "You like the dress?" Cassie said as she got up, twirling it about. Tony noticed the tiny little thong underneath. "You wear the sexiest little things" he smiled as she came over and straddled his lap. She did a small wriggle on his lap and moved away, unzipping his pants. "I haven't had your cock in a long time lover, time for me to blow you!" she said in her softest voice. She grabbed it almost fiercely, possessively, like a child whose toy might be taking it away. Cassandra ovalled her lips and slurped up his big rod – with the tiny scar at the base from an operation years before, she recalled. Gulpgulpgulp she slurped at the meaty rod, slurpslurplicklick she feasted on a cock that had been absent from her mouth far too long. Within mere moments, she felt Tony's body tensing and he shot a huge load in her cocksucking lips. "GodDAMN girl, you're still the most amazing ... " Tony said/ "I know lover ... and you're going to get one of the most amazing fucks right now, if you play my naughty little game!" Cassandra said as she licked her lips clean. She sat on the small footstool by the edge of the bed. " One of us has too many clothes on!" Cassandra teased as she shimmied out of the sundress. She extended one long, silky tanned leg. Tony got the hint, he remembered what she liked. He took her heel-clad foot in his hands and caressed up and down her legs, smooth and soft. Gingerly, he removed one shoe, then the other, stroking her instep with a gentle touch. She shivered at the sensual act. He massaged her calves and looked up at her with loving eyes. "You've still got the sexiest long legs – new shoes?" She nodded and closed her eyes as he incited wonderful feelings in her body, her pussy was soaked. Tony always paid attention to her, it was one of the many wonderful things she adored about him. He got the tiny thong off with no effort – she lifted herself up and he slid it down her legs – slowly, teasing her as he took it off her. He placed but one kiss on the lips of her pussy, like a promise of things to come. She took a good look at him as he approached her – how could she have forgotten, this dark-haired, dark-eyed man, with the curls that hung to his shirt collar, the slight scruff of five-o'clock shadow, how nice he smelled. Cassandra decided it was her turn to tease, she unbuttoned one button at a time – then a kiss – then a button – then a kiss. She could see him shaking as she kissed and she continued her actions. She scratched just below his chest and Tony let out a low moan. "Good thing the restaurant's busy!" Cassandra teased. "I have a feeling we're going to be very noisy!" "COUNT on it!" Tony chuckled as his lady pushed him back on the bed. Cassandra looked up at him with loving, reverent eyes as she took his cock and rubbed her beautiful tits all over it. It did a little jig as she did that and Cassandra laughed. "You're a fucking tease, know that?" Tony groaned. "Who's teasing darling, I'm putting out!" she jibed back. "God, I love your big, hard, fucking COCK!" she screeched. She moved down his body and took his cock, placing it against her lips, just touching the tip with her mouth and licking it around and around. "God – your eyes – I love looking into those gorgeous eyes of yours while you're blowing me!" Tony yelled back as she sunk her mouth down a bit further on his shaft. "Is that right?" she cooed as she licked and swirled down to his nutsack, cupping his huge balls, hearing another groan from him. "Fucking Christ woman, you're killing me!" Tony yelled. "Want me to stop?" she responded as she slid her lips from his cock. "Don't ask stupid fucking questions!" he said in a mock snarl as he pushed her blonde head back down on his cock. Cassandra was filled with lust, with joy as she sucked this mammoth cock, loving the taste, the feel, each vein and the way it pulsated and throbbed as she sucked. "God, I'm glad you kept busy these past few months babe!" he groaned as Cassie sucked him off. "You're as good as ever – maybe better!" Cassandra herself was glad she hadn't been idle – she was coming back to her man with more fire than ever before! She had her hands on his thigh, solid as a rock, to steady herself while she sucked him and inhaled his dick. To arouse herself even further, Cassandra fingered her own cunt while she was sucking him. She could feel his eyes on her as she did that, so she put on a bit of a show to inspire him further. "We've got to fuck baby, I can't wait for you any longer!" Cassandra wailed as she straddled his prone body. She sank down, down, down, feeling his girth enter her, filling her up again. Tony's hands gripped her hips and he began pulling her up and down on his dick. "Oh God Tony, FUCK me!" she wailed even louder, glad of the cacophony downstairs as she screwed her man. Her tight pussy contracted its walls around his rod as he moved forward and pushed it deeper within her. Their movements grew faster and more frenetic, their passion more urgent. Cassandra threw her head back and yelled out her pleasure to the world. She wiggled and spun herself around a bit, so she was now facing away from her lover. Tony got the hint and played with her beautiful tits while she bounced up and down and around on his cock and fingered her clit at the same time. Even after all this time, they could still read each other's signals, they still clicked in bed. As she rode him and took him in, Tony called out "Hey Cassie, time for a little switcheroo!" She turned her head and grinned back at him. "Okay, tall, dark and studly, what did you have in mind?" "Put the heels back on!" Cassandra did as he ordered, she knew what her lover had in mind. She slid the sandals on and got on her back, spreading her legs wide apart and revealing her pink, wet horny cunt to Tony's lusty gaze. "Give it to me lover!" she growled. "Really pound it to me Tony, fuck the hell out of me!" Tony got in between her legs and slid her long, sleek legs up and rested them on his shoulders. His cock was hard and he began fucking his woman with long, urging strokes, the squelching noise of their coupling arousing them both. Cassandra grunted, growled, moaned as Tony plowed deeper and deeper into her, she could see the near-wild man look in his eyes as she fucked her with everything he had. She wasn't complaining, everything he had was more than sufficient. She'd had her share of lovers, but Tony was one of the best she'd ever known – the fact she was crazy about him elevating him a few notches as well. Tony watched with admiration as his girlfriend's tits jiggled and bounced in rhythm with their frenzied screwing. Her hair was wild and tousled, there was a fine sheen of sweat covering her body, her nipples were hard little pegs that indicated her arousal, he could even smell the musky scent of aroused cunt wafting from her. He thought this stunning beauty was lost to him forever, now he was inside her again – if anything, their separation had added a fire to their fucking, it was more intense, she was matching him stroke for stroke, her nails digging into his arms as he plowed her cunt with his hard cock. He could see the look of pure lust in her gorgeous aqua eyes, his mind almost drifted off, he was fucking her with pure instinct, knowing what she liked and how to do all those things. Tony loved looking at Cassie while he fucked her – she really got into screwing, her body moved in all sorts of sexy ways. Her tits jiggled, her cute little tummy rippled, her legs looked long and sleek. She was one hot piece of fuckstuff. Almost mechanically, the two reunited lovers moved into a new position, Tony behind her as they lay on their sides. His dick slid readily into her moist pussy and he slowed down his pace, Cassandra groaning aloud in pleasure. Strong, knowing hands began to play with her tits, kneading them, pinching her nipples, fondling them as Cassandra hunched back against him. "Oh Fuck, oh God, screw me darling, I remember what a great lay you are Tony, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" Cassandra shrieked. "Christ, I'm cumming, you wild insatiable bitch!" Tony growled as he flooded her with his semen. Her body clenched around him, milking him dry and she stroked his face lovingly, tousling his hair as they came down from their climax. Tony sighed. "I should get my butt downstairs, I've got hungry clients down there!" he said to Cassandra, who pulled the covers closer to her. She rested her elbow and one pillow and looked at him lovingly. "Don't go anywhere – stay here and I'll be back later. I don't want you leaving me again, not ever gorgeous!" she said as he chucked her under the chin and kissed her lips. Cassandra watched him descend the stairs and snuggled under the covers. Cassandra was going to stay put for the afternoon, but she had some things to attend to very shortly. There were a lot of loose ends she needed to tie up – and those "ends" would change their lives forever. To Be Concluded ...