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A Weekend Away
“Is Mr Foster here yet?”
The receptionist, pretty in an expensive way, looked up and nodded. The dreamy expression on her face was one she was used to seeing whenever Gregory was mentioned.
“He said for you to go right up.” Was there a slight jealous tinge to her professional tones? Of course there was, again it was something she was used to. “It’s suite 1995.”
The key card was left on the desk just out of her reach and with a smile she hoped contained a sweetness she didn’t feel she swept it up into her grasp.
The elevator attendant, tall, dark and handsome, touched his fingers to the peak of his cap as she requested the nineteenth floor and flipped open a metal flap on the controls before pressing the single button it concealed and smiling as they whizzed skywards.
No words were spoken during the journey but she knew she was observed as closely as she was observing. His smart white shirt amply emphasized his muscular chest and his tight pants left little to the imagination either. Her own black business suit and white silk shirt looked equally good she knew and the moments passed pleasurably until the lift jerked to a halt before the doors opened silently. Licking her lips as she left the elevator she winked, enjoying the smile she received in return.
Suite 1995, at the end of a lushly furnished hallway, occupied the entire floor and she made her way quickly towards her goal. Enjoying the opulence now she was no longer under scrutiny she smiled to herself, wanting to giggle and then doing so.
‘Troubleshooting Financial Consultant.’ It was a good job title, saying a little or a lot depending on how well you knew its owner. She thought she knew him as well as anyone, and in many ways he was still an enigma.
Gregory Foster, tall, greying, with kind warm cerulean eyes, was as generous out of bed as he was in it. Her satisfaction had always come first. He was also Gregory Foster, tall, black haired, steely blue eyes, hard as nails, at the negotiating tables or between the sheets. The deal was everything, and he always got everything he wanted.
The card slipped noiselessly through the slot and she heard the door unlock mechanically. Moving inside she looked around. The unlimited credit, the black Porche, the deftly passed £50 tip, or dazzling smile, all got him the best each and every establishment had to offer. In this case it was a suite of presidential proportions. Cream leather furniture, deep pile rugs on hard wood floors, original art on the walls. None of it mattered to her, at least not as much as the man asleep on one of the sumptuous sofas.
Slipping out of her blood red Jimmy Choos she padded across the room to drop to her knees in front of him. The jacket of his Saville Row suit was slung artfully across a nearby chair, his tie loosened so the top shirt button could be released.
Reaching up she ran a finger across the darkened outline of a nipple, smiling at the slight movement it caused in her companion. Again she repeated the action only this time her wrist was taken in a soft but determined grip.
“You are late.” The eyes opened; twinkling, happy, and then he smiled. “I may have to punish you for that!”
She said nothing and he laughed.
“Of course, as that is what you hoped for, I could just ignore it, and see how that works.”
She looked down, dark brown eyes suddenly finding the floor more than usually interesting.
“Come here, I’ve missed you.”
Her lips were caught in a kiss before she could react. The roughness of his beard exciting her as it always did and fingers, resting in her hair, held her close. Their tongues duelled, dancing a passionate duet that neither wanted to stop. Gradually though, as both pairs of eyes opened, they moved apart.
“That’s better. Don’t like kissing Greek women when I can have you instead.”
“Ahhh, yes, the fiscal deal of the century, well so far, were you successful?”
“I was, otherwise this would have been a lumpy mattress, two stained chairs and a room with a view of the motorway.”
She laughed, he was an idiot, but only with her, and, not for the first time, she wondered at how total a change he was able to engineer to be the globally recognized figure the world of high finance knew and admired.
“So, we have the whole weekend and no one knows we’re here, at least no one important. What would you like to do first?”
His eyes crinkled as part of his warm smile and held her own as she felt herself smile back.
“Could we have a little look around first? I’d also like to slip into something more comfortable as they say.”
“Of course. I can refuse you nothing, you know that.” He got to his feet and indicated with his hand that she should precede him. The lounge was bigger than the one she had at home, the flat screen TV the same. Soft jazz was playing in the background and she felt herself being pulled close as he began to gently dance with her.
By the time the music stopped she wanted it to continue forever. Her head felt so at home against his chest, his hand, warm against her back, gave her a security she seldom felt without him and looking up she spoke quietly.
“Thank you.”
“You are very welcome, after you.”
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Once again she moved forward, this time entering the bedroom and hearing herself gasp.
The bed, an ornamental beauty that would have been equally at home in a room at Versailles, dominated the room and drew her towards it. She placed a small hand against the covers, her nails, the same blood red as her shoes, contrasting with the gold brocade.
“Wow.”
“That was pretty much my reaction too. So, do you think we can do the bed justice?”
“Oh, I’m sure we can. Bathroom?”
In many ways the smallest room in each suite they stayed in was her favourite. She loved finding out what type of bath it had, whether they could both fit in it, whether the shower would accommodate them in the same way. Gregory’s face relaxed into an excited grin and she knew the bed was just a taster of what was to come.
Double doors opened onto a room easily the same size as the previous room. Two sinks, ornate mirrors, and marble floors paled into insignificance as she took in the sight of the huge tub. A football team could probably fit in it, but it would be just the two of them and, by Sunday, she knew it would have been well used, and not only for keeping them clean.
“Beautiful. I love it.”
“I knew you would. Now, whatever shall we do with all this space, all that bedding, all those mirrors?” His voice, suffused with pleasure because, she knew, he could see how delighted she was, warmed her and she turned.
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
Reaching up she captured his lips again, this time taking the lead and pulling him down towards her. A hand ran across the hard bulge in his pants, enticing, teasing, tempting and, hearing him moan against her, she moved back.
“My turn first, I think. Let me show you what I would do with the bed.”
Nodding he walked back into the other room. He watched as she removed the beautiful gold brocade covers and then sat on the edge of the crisp sheets as she moved towards him. Slowly her fingers began to work at the buttons on the pure white silk shirt she wore. Unfastening and pulling, the material was soon billowing down into froth on the floor. Beneath it the white lace bra continued the tease. A faint hint of dark nipples would, she knew, have already caught his eye and as he licked his lips she reached behind her, releasing the fastening and letting it slide to the floor freeing her breasts. She lifted them before running a thumb across each nub; hardening and pulling it before letting them fall once again.
This time fingers worked on the fastening of her skirt. It too slid to the cream carpet beneath her feet; swiftly followed by a miniscule pair of briefs, garter belt and stockings.
Naked she moved a little closer, still not speaking, but running her tongue across her lips before resting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him backwards onto the bed.
“Yes, that is definitely something more comfortable.”
“Shhh, I agree, but shhh.” Sitting astride him she leant forward running a tongue across a nipple through the soft cotton of his shirt. The material clearing before her eyes to show the cinnamon disc she craved as it tightened and creased against the material. Dark hairs clung to the fabric as again she licked and then sucked at him, feeling hands in her hair once again as he kept her in place, before, with a gentle nip she raised her head and began again on the other side of his chest.
With a sigh she turned her attention to his lips, licking, sucking, nipping again before plunging her tongue into his mouth, invading, conquering, laying claim to all she could feel. She pulled him onto his side as the kiss grew more passionate and for minutes they did nothing more than pleasure each other in the simplest of ways.
“You are far too well dressed for this you know.” Her voice, husky now, broke the silence as her fingers began work on his shirt buttons. The tie, already loosened, was removed still under the collar, cufflinks carefully placed on the nightstand. The black pants were folded before being placed on the floor, the shorts and socks however, were discarded with far more haste.
Sexily, daintily, she ran her tongue over her fingers before beginning to gently play with his rock hard erection. The pre-cum glistened at the tip and she leant forward, her tongue flicking out to capture the nectar, which was quickly swallowed.
“Mmmm, you always taste so good.”
“Why thank you. Do I get a chance to taste you yet?”
“Oh no, it is your pleasure we are concentrating on here. Now, I wonder, whatever shall I do with you?”
Getting up she walked away from the bed, leaving him stunned. His face, reflected in the mirror of the ornate dressing table, was a picture and she turned, smiling to reassure him.
Her return just a few seconds later was calculated to confuse. She held her suitcase in front of her body and then, just as it appeared he would speak, she crouched down opening the lid and hiding herself from his sight. When she stood up his confusion changed to arousal. In her hand she held a large, cream coloured, penis shaped, dildo. The tip moved back and forth between her breasts and, as she looked at him, she saw his own solid tool jerk in response.
The straps, which enabled her to wear the phallus, hung down across her wrist and she laid it on the bed just out of his reach before lying back down next to him.
“So, I think a room as opulent as this needs us to try something new, what do you reckon?”
He nodded, the excitement evident in his eyes and then, his voice a little croaky, he replied.
“Yes. Fuck me with your long hard cock, let me feel you inside me.”
“Very well, lie back and relax. Let me get you ready.” He did as he was told immediately and she smiled. They would switch between dominant and submissive roles many times during the weekend and, as his hands grasped the bed head, she began to relish her chance to not only be in charge but to also enjoy her first opportunity to take his tight, sexy arse.
Once again she straddled him making sure her pussy, already wet with arousal, rested over his cock. The heat of him as she rocked back and forth spurred her on and she felt herself tighten before pulsing and cumming all over the head of his dick.
She leant forward, her breasts resting against his chest as she kissed him, continuing the arousal she had begun before she left the room. His hands reached up, grasping her tits, playing with the nipples, before he pulled her forwards to suck one soft globe into his mouth.
She continued to move back and forth against him, moaning as the sensations enveloped her, his cock and his tongue moving her closer and closer to another orgasm.
“Fuck me, Greg.” Her movements speeded up and she grasped his cock pushing it inside her. She rode him, hands against his chest, as her breathing became laboured. Her breasts bounced and her head rolled back. She ran her fingers into his chest hair, searching for and finding his nipples before she shuddered and cried out.
“Yes, cumming, baby, God, Greg, ohhh, ohh, yes, yes, yes!” Still shuddering she flopped forwards, her head once again finding its home on his chest. She gripped hard to his tool, not wanting it to leave her just yet and he, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across her back, tried to oblige.
Finally, after her breathing began to calm, she looked up.
“How do I ever let you leave me?”
He kissed her forehead.
“Don’t talk about it, not now. I want you, fuck me, baby, please.”
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Nodding she pushed herself upright and then slid off the bed. The black straps were soon snugly around her ivory skinned hips and the eight-inch monster was being held just in front of his lips.
“Suck it, feel what you are going to take from me.”
“Yes, mistress.” Rarely, so rarely, did her call her that, but she revelled in it. He would be at her mercy and they both knew it.
“That’s it, take it slowly.” She carefully pushed, resting it against his tongue and letting an inch at a time disappear into his mouth.
When finally he gagged she moved back.
“Again.”
Doing as she was bid, she moved a little quicker, until, at last she was fucking his face and he was taking it all.
“Well?”
“Well, a real cock feels nicer, but you don’t have one of those, and I want this so badly with you.”
“Turn over, baby, and get on your knees.”
The creamy cheeks, so smooth, so sexy, faced her and she leant forward, kissing and sucking at them as she heard him moan in pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“You know I do, more, please, do more.”
Again she began, kissing, licking, and sucking, until gradually she worked closer and closer to her target. Parting his cheeks with her hands she moved until her tongue rested against his skin. The puckered entrance pulsed as she touched it and he moaned again.
“Yessss, yesss, fuck, yes.”
Running her tongue along his crevice she began to lubricate, to tease. She pressed her tongue against his opening and then backed off repeatedly, until finally, she was taken in easily. Revelling in the dark taste, she began to move forward again before holding his cheeks apart to retreat, laughing at the groan her actions caused.
“One finger, baby, let me in.”
It was an easy journey and soon, to her delight, he was ready to turn over and let her fuck him.
She ran a lubricated hand over the cock, watching his face as she did so. His eyes, dark with lust never left the action and a hand stroked his own cock while he pulled at a tight nipple and then grasped his thighs pulling himself up and open for her.
“Your pace, baby, tell me if you want to stop.”
“No, God, no, please, don’t stop, fuck me, please.”
She pressed forwards, resting the head against him and then pushing gently. He opened for her, taking her in almost an inch before tightening and gasping.
“Oh, fuck, slowly, all the way, slowly.”
She did as she was told. This was a first for both of them, she had never fucked another man and was totally in his hands.
“There, all of me, you have the whole thing.”
“Now do it. I want to be fucked so bad, I want to cum for you, baby.”
“Play with yourself then, while I fuck your sweet arse.” She began to pull out, making sure she kept just the head inside. His hand grabbed the warm flesh she loved so much and as he began to jerk himself off she pushed back inside.
Again and again she moved, the rhythm easily set and then she leant forward, changing the angle to a cry of delight from him. Their lips met and as she kissed him passionately she felt his hand speed up.
“Want … need to cum, baby.”
“Really?” She paused, the cock half way into his tight passage as she did so. “How much? Tell me, baby, how much do you want to cum?”
“Oh, God, please, I want to cum so bad.”
“No, I don’t think you do, not yet.” The cock slid into him and he threw back his head, a hand running through his hair as he did so.
“Please, mistress, you fucking my arse, me cumming, I want that so bad. Let me show you, let my spunk shoot for you, we can taste it together, share it, please.”
His hand moved faster over his own cock and then, as soft fingers slowed his progress she spoke again.
“Let me hear you, baby, tell me when it is happening, want to see you shoot for me.”
He nodded, his hand once again beginning the wank that would release all his saved up cum. He felt it grow in his fist, felt the throbbing, the tightening of muscles around the cock in his arse and then, crying out her name he begged again.
“Cumming, please, mistress, fuck me hard, let me cum for you.”
She grasped his hips and pressed forward as far as she could. Over and over she moved, pushing him up the bed as his hand sped over his cock, his body sheened with sweat and then his back arched.
“Now, fuck, I’m cumming now, ohhhh, god, now, yes.”
Spunk shot out of his cock, it pulsed and arced, landing across his chest, catching his beard, his lips, before running down over his hand, stringing out between his fingers as his body convulsed with the spasms of his climax.
She stopped moving, watching in wonder at what she had helped do. Finally, as his body seemed to come to rest, she pulled out, quickly discarding the harness and leaning over to clean him, licking at the cum on his chest first before capturing the thick strands on his abs and hand. Once she had it all she looked up, smiled and then kissed him, transferring it to his mouth before watching as he swallowed it down.
Again they kissed, the taste of him exciting her and then he smiled.
“Thank you. Tomorrow, I promise, I will make you cum until you beg me to stop, but now, sleep, I really need to sleep.”
“Then that is what we will do next.” She kissed his lips gently, chastely, before once again resting her head against him. All the splendour, the luxury, no longer mattered, not when his shoulder was hers for the taking. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the tendrils of sleep that were stalking her, a smile she couldn’t suppress still on her lips and a satisfaction in her heart she hoped would never end.
The End
My Windy City Adventure
I met Penny and Josh at a hotel bar in Chicago. They were in town for a wedding and I was there on business. Penny was a cute 23 year old redhead with a nice thick curvy body. Josh was a typical 25 year old college grad with an athletic build and a beat up Sox hat on backward.
We started out talking baseball but eventually segued into a more personal conversation. Josh and Penny had dated off and on for a few years but they were mostly friends with benefits.
Two hours and several drinks later Penny was openly flirting with me in a conversation that was thick with double entondre and innuendo.
“Do you want to come upstairs and help Josh satisfy me,” she whispered in my ear as she finally dropped the pretense of being coy and discrete.
A surge of blood flowed to my cock as she grazed her fingernails across the crotch of my jeans. “Yes,” I answered excitedly. I had never experienced a threesome and while I would have preferred of the two girl variety the opportunity to fuck a hot redhead ten years my junior was something I was not going to pass up.
We paid our tab and quickly left the bar together. Penny pressed her soft curvy body against mine and kissed me deeply as the elevator doors closed.
“I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me,” she panted between kisses.
Josh stood close to Penny and ran his hands over her body as we kissed. Their movements were well choreographed and I got the feeling that it was not the first time they had picked up someone for a threesome.
We stumbled into their room. Penny and I tore at each others clothes as Josh pealed his clothes off beside us. When we were all naked Penny lay back on the bed and pulled me down beside her. Josh lay on the other side of her and caressed her body as I did the same.
I looked at her sexy alabaster body and my eyes widened as I caught a glimpse of Josh’s cock. It was enormous.
Penny saw the look on my face and giggled. “It’s impressive isn’t it.”?
“Uh, yeah,” I stammered. His cock was easily 8 plus inches long and proportionately thick.
“Why do you think I keep him as a friend with benefits,” she teased. “Touch it.” Penny took my hand and placed it on Josh’s monster cock. It was warm with soft almost silky skin and it throbbed in my hand.
“Wow,” I said softly as I held another man’s dick for the first time in my life.
Penny’s hand moved mine up and down Josh’s turgid shaft. “It feels good doesn’t it,” she whispered in my ear as she kissed and licked my neck and earlobe. Her hand wrapped around my cock and she squeezed it hard making me groan.
I kissed Penny deeply as she continued to move my hand over Josh’s giant dick. She moved her hands to my head and pushed me down her soft curvy body as my hand continued to stroke his cock.
I licked and sucked her big beautiful tits and Penny moaned softly as her hands continued to caress my head. She pushed me down her body and I left soft butterfly kisses down her flat stomach to her shaved pussy.
I climbed between Penny’s splayed thighs and inhaled the sweet smell of her arousal. I parted her glistening wet pussy lips and lowered my face to them. My tongue flicked out and I tasted her juices as I licked and sucked her thick meaty lips into my mouth.
Penny and Josh embraced and kissed as I licked her delicious pussy. He ground his hips against hers as they kissed and his enormous cock left a trail of precum on my cheek as I continued to eat Penny’s pussy. Without thinking my hand grabbed his cock and I began stroking it again while I flicked my tongue over her engorged clit.
Penny’s hands held my face tightly against her wet pussy. “Yes,” she hissed. “Right there baby,” she panted, “I’m gonna cum. “She cried out as her body shook from her climax.
My hand continued to stroke Josh’s big dick as Penny came. She pushed my head away from her hypersensitive clit. She sat up as Josh rolled onto his back. I expected Penny to mount his giant rod but what she did took me completely by surprise. Her hands guided my head to Josh’s lap. She pushed my mouth forward until the head of his cock rubbed against my lips.
“Suck it,” she said breathlessly. I looked into her pretty green eyes and saw white hot lust.
Josh smiled and held the back of my head as his cock drooled precum onto my lips. “Open wide,” he said.
I can not explain why but I did. I had never entertained a conscious homosexual thought in my life but at that moment I made a conscious choice to accept his cock into my mouth. I parted my lips and tentatively licked the stream of precum from his giant cock head. It tasted salty yet sweet and I wanted more. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took several inches of hot throbbing cock into my mouth. I felt the thick veins slide over my lips as I pressed my tongue against the underside of his shaft.
Josh pushed my head down and I felt his shaft slide deeper. My eyes watered and my throat opened as I gagged. Josh thrust his cock down my throat.
The feeling was amazing and liberating. I backed off and wrapped my hand around the saliva slickened shaft. My head bobbed over his throbbing cock as I furiously pumped the thick shaft. I could tell he was getting close to cumming and I wanted it.
“I’m gonna cum man,” he grunted as the first blast of thick warm cream shot hard against the back of my throat.
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I gulped down most of the first shot but it came to fast and it filled my mouth and ran down my chin onto his balls. I closed my eyes and swallowed my mouth full of man juice. It was humiliating yet delicious and I wanted more. I licked and slurped cum from his shaft and balls. I swallowed it all and then wrapped my lips around his big cock as it softened in my mouth.
Penny pushed me onto my back and mounted my cock while facing me. Her body rose and fell as my cock pistoned in and out of her delicious pussy. The contrast of her sparse red bush, her alabaster skin, her pale brown nipples, her beautiful green eyes and her fiery red hair was amazing. Her full pert tits bounced in time with her body as she rode my cock slowly like Lady Godiva on a trotting horse. She leaned forward and pressed her soft lips to mine tasting the residuals of Josh’s cum. Our lips parted and our tongues entwined as I thrust my cock into her slick wet pussy hard and fast.
Penny straightened up and increased her pace. She rode my cock at a quick canter. A smile crossed her pretty face as her breathing became erratic. She crossed into a full gallop with her head thrown back as her climax approached. The pretty redhead yelped and panted as her body started to quake. Her body looked amazing as her chest heaved and her tits bounced while she rode my cock to a thunderous climax.
Penny climbed off my hard wet cock and lay beside me. She pressed her soft lips to mine and kissed me deeply as Josh took my throbbing dick in his hand. He opened his mouth wide and took my entire 6 inches down his throat. His mouth was hot and wet and his fingers were incredibly talented.
“He gives great head doesn’t he,” Penny asked. I could only moan my agreement.
Josh’s head bobbed over my turgid rod as Penny and I kissed.
Penny kissed my neck and then my nipples as she made her way down my body to join Josh between my legs. I watched as their lips met in a kiss at the head of my cock.
Penny sucked my dick as Josh licked and sucked my balls. They switched and Penny licked my balls while Josh deep throated my cock. I felt my climax approach like a freight train.
Josh’s head bobbed furiously over my hard rod as I passed the point of no return. My dick started to spurt into Josh’s hot mouth. He swallowed the first blast then Penny took my erupting cock into her mouth. She held my thick creamy juice in her mouth as she made her way up my body. Penny pressed her soft lips to mine. Our lips parted and cum spilled from her mouth into mine as our tongues entwined. Our tongues played in my creamy goo, splashing drops from the corner of our mouths as we kissed deeply. I swallowed my seed as we continued to kiss.
Penny left my body and climbed between Josh’s thighs. She slurped his semi hard cock until it was at full attention and the she straddled my body in a 69 position.
Josh knelt behind the sexy redhead and rubbed his big monster cock against her swollen red pussy lips. I watched as the big hunk of hard flesh split her pussy and slowly sank all the way inside her. His big shaved balls hung over my mouth and I took one into my mouth and swirled my tongue over it. He pulled back and I licked Penny’s juices from his hard shaft. I pushed my tongue between her lips and his shaft and then flicked it over her hard clit making her moan loudly.
Penny panted and moaned as Josh fucked her hard as I licked her delicious pussy. Josh’s big steel rod pounded harder and harder into Penny’s liquid core. His balls rubbed against my face with each powerful stroke. I sucked hard on Penny’s thick meaty pussy lips and flicked my tongue over her clit while Josh fucked her hard and fast until she came hard.
Penny’s legs quivered and got weak as she came. Josh continued to pound her spasming pussy until he was ready to cum. He buried his 8 inch monster into her and pumped buckets of cum inside her.
We all collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep in a tangled mess of human flesh.
I awoke several hours later to their whispers. My cock was hard and pressed into the soft valley of Penny’s ass cheeks. Penny rolled over to face me. She kissed me softly and rolled on top of me straddling my hard dick. She reached back and guided my cock into her pussy. Josh moved behind her and rubbed his well lubricated cock across my balls and the base of my cock then up over her sensitive asshole.
Penny moaned as he pressed the big head of his cock into her asshole. He kept pushing his hips forward until his big dick was buried all the way up her ass.
Josh pulled back and Penny moaned loudly. I could feel his cock rubbing my through the thin membrane that separated her two holes. We fell into a steady rhythm dictated by Josh’s thrusts.
The room filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and raw guttural moans from Penny, Josh and me.
Josh increased his pace and his cock persistently rubbed the underside of my dick with each stroke. I knew I was not going to last much longer. I pulled Penny’s pretty face to me and kissed her passionately as I came inside her wet warm pussy.
Josh continued to pound her gorgeous ass until he came inside her and collapsed onto the bed beside us. Once again we drifted off to sleep.
I awoke alone in bed. I could hear the shower running and voices through the wall. I debated joining them but in my sober state I thought better of it. I quickly dressed and slipped out the door before they came out.
That was my last time in Chicago and I will always remember my eye opening experience with pretty Penny and her FWB Josh.
The End
The Great Dept Store Robbery
Introduction
I am always trying to come up with new positions to put the main characters in sexually and here is one that I had not done until this story. Believe it or not, it was a tough one to make happen and still keep somewhat believable. I had been thinking about it for quite some time trying to figure out what and how to manage it and here is what I came up with.
One more thing, I hope this story illustrates to all you guys and gals out there the why it’s not such a good idea to call the wrong woman the ‘B’ word.
Have fun with this one and please enjoy.
Prelude
Robert Thomas Claymore, the owner of the T.C. Claymore Department Store chain was dead. He had died quite peacefully in his sleep on a cold winter’s night in the middle of December. His heirs, Thomas Claymore Jr. and Thomasina had inherited his entire fortune which included his country estate, the department store chain itself and his private penthouse suite.
A reclusive man in his later years, Robert Claymore chose to spend almost all of his time at the penthouse suite which occupied the entire seventh floor of the Brooklyn location of the chain’s first and oldest store. Both the store and suite had been renovated several times to insure that it always had the latest amenities for Robert Claymore, his guests and customers. A little known fact was that Mr. Claymore, the elder, was quite the ladies man and, in his declining years, had become somewhat obsessed with sex. Because of that obsession, he had accumulated a rather substantial collection of erotic art and paraphernalia the pride of which was his massive collection of rare antique stag films and clips.
Unfortunately, being somewhat conservative in both moral and religious views, neither his son nor daughter shared his affinity for erotic material. They also did not share their father’s affection for his beloved penthouse. And so, when their father died, they decided to have his entire collection of erotic material destroyed and the penthouse suite turned into storage space for the store.
Chapter One - “The Night Shift”
After Yevette Jefferson and Carlo Spinola had finished their three days of training as security guards by Lincoln, Masters and Marconi Security Services, they were both assigned to the night shift duty at T.C. Claymore’s Brooklyn store.
Yevette was somewhat dark complected and a bit short as Negro women went being about 5'6 inches tall. She had large but not overly so breasts, short hair that was sculpted somewhat like a ‘Poodle Cut", brown eyes, muscular thighs and calves, and the classic slightly large butt that is somewhat predominate amongst some women of color. It wasn’t by any means what one could describe as a massive “big booty butt”. However, it was a bit more ample than was average for a woman her size and most men found it quite attractive.
Her partner, Carlo, was a third generation American of Italian decent. He was six foot tall, slightly dark complected, black curly hair, blue eyes, a stocky build and had a very substantial amount of body hair. Had he ever worn one of those cheap polyester suits that were so popular in the seventies, he could easily have been mistaken as a mob soldier.
They had been working together for nine months and had become very close as they began to learn things about each other. She learned that he was direct and to the point and he learned that she could be quick tempered and at times completely irrational when angry. Even so, they got along almost as well as a happily married couple.
It was about eleven o’clock at night and two hours after the store had closed. Their shift had started when the store closed and things in the building were as quiet as a mouse.
“Let me get dis straight, dey gonna take all dis art stuff here da old man saved and burn it up?” Carlo asked Yevette, a tone of disbelief in his voice as they both stepped off one of the elevators into the penthouse floor.
Yevette scanned the hallway in front of them and replied, “Yeah, that’s right! Every fucking bit of it!”
They walked down the hall to the penthouse entrance then, Yevette used her key-card to open the door and they both walked inside.
“Seems a shame to burn up all dees beautiful statues and paintings, doesn’t it Yevette?” Carlo said as they both stood admiring a particularly erotic painting of a man and a woman engaged in mutual oral sex.
“If you ask me, the old man’s kids are fucking nuts!” she replied as they both continued their rounds through the penthouse.
Carlo and Yevette stopped in front of an extremely realistic life size statue of a couple having sex in the doggy style position. Carlo turned his head to her slightly and said, “Ya know, I saw dat in a movie once. Never done it myself.”
“Carlo, you have no fucking idea what you’ve been missing! The best sex I ever…” she stopped herself in mid-sentence and said to him, “You’ve really never done that?”
“Nah, my ex-girlfriend, she didn’t like to try anything different. She said it was sinful. She said, ‘If da church says do it missionary, den we is doing it missionary. I’m a good Cathlic girl!’ So dats what we did. Missionary! All da time, every time!” he told her.
“Well, she was a fucking idiot and you should have her dumped sooner!” Yevette exclaimed.
As they walked, she was having trouble getting the image of that statue out of her head. Not because ‘doggy’ was her favorite position, though it was! It was because every time the image of it popped into her brain, Yevette kept seeing herself as the woman in the statue and Carlo as the man. What she did not know, was that the same thing was happening to Carlo.
Yevette had developed more than a deep affection for him, and it became much stronger after the night a thief had broken into the store. The thief, armed with a pistol, had surprised them both and had his gun pointed at Carlo.
When Yevette said to the man “Take what you want you piece of shit and get the hell out!”
The man turned his pistol on her and was about to pull the trigger when Carlo literally jumped in front of her, caught the thief totally by surprise, grabbed his gun hand, and proceeded to beat the man to a bloody pulp. The thief had set off the silent alarm while breaking in and the three policemen arrived just in time to pull Carlo off of him. Had they not arrived when they did, Carlo would have killed the man with his bare hands.
She knew that night that he had showed more with his actions than he ever could have with words just how much he cared for her.
They were walking their third set of rounds together and talking about the futility of being a security guard for a company that would not even allow them to carry firearms when they heard the voice of a woman behind them say, “Keep your hands where we can see them and turn around very slowly!”
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Chapter Two - “Take Out The Trash”
Carlo and Yevette both froze immediately and stood there in shock until they heard a different, male, voice say, “She said turn around, so turn around!”
They did. What they saw was a man and a woman, both dressed in gray overalls, holding pistols pointed in their directions and wearing cheap plastic lone ranger masks on their faces.
The woman, a beautiful full figured brunette, about five foot eight inches tall with long wavy hair that came down about six inches past her shoulders, said to them in a sultry voice, “Hi! My name is Ms. White and this is Mr. Black. We understand that you have some garbage to dispose of and were here to take out the trash for you.”
“What?” came the voices of Carlo and Yevette in unison. The buxom brunette answered them, “The artwork! We want it before those two morons nice old Mr. Claymore had the displeasure of siring have a chance to destroy it.”
“Look lady, if you take that stuff we will loose our jobs! Hell, they might even think we took it!” Yevette told the female robber.
Consolingly, the buxom felon said to her, “Not if we leave you too handcuffed naked to each other they wont.”
“You’re out of your fucking mind lady if you think I am going to let you strip me naked and leave me handcuffed here until morning.” Yevette said to her indignantly.
Carlo turned to Yevette and said, “Let em have it, Honey. Da dumb shits was gonna burn it anyway!”
“Bullshit! They’re thieves and it’s our fucking jobs to protect the store!” Yevette yelled at him.
‘Oh shit!’ he thought, ‘She’s working herself into a pissy fit!’ Then he said to her, “Dey just want the artwork, not the other stuff. We’re supposed to protect the store goods not the trash. Why not just let them have it?”
For just a second Carlo thought she was going to argue with him but instead she said, “Fine! Fuck it! Let them have the shit. But I’m not going to strip naked and be left here for the store manager to find me in the morning!”
“That’s not negotiable!” said the female felon. Then added, “No loose the clothes!”
Carlo and Yevette both began undressing. When he was down to his underpants, Carlo looked over at Yevette to see her standing there fully nude with her Nubian body fully exposed for all to see. There was an expression of anger worse than he had ever seen on her face.
Two things concerned him at the time. The first was that she might do or say something stupid to provoke the two armed criminals unnecessarily. And the second, was that the sight of her immediately brought back the image of that statue in the penthouse and he had grown a massive erection.
Yevette looked at the vivacious villain and said, “I’ll see your ass in jail bitch!”
“Shut da fuck up Yevette!” Carlo yelled.
The till then silent male robber quickly said to him, “Too late for that Buddy! She’s stuck her foot in it now!”
Chapter Three - “Fe-Fe Gets Collared”
For almost a minute there was total silence and Carlo could swear he could see Ms. White counting to herself. Finally the silence was broken.
“Why is it that no matter how civil I am people keep calling me that?” Ms. White said in a tone that seemed to project both annoyance and frustration in her voice, then added,
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to find out which of us really is the bitch.” After that, she turned to her companion and said, “Cover them! I’ve got some shopping to do!”
“You better not hurt her or I’ll break both your fucking necks!” Carlo said to the male robber threateningly.
The felon simply smiled and said, “I’ve got a sneaking idea what she may be up to. Don’t worry, unless you do something stupid she won’t hurt you. Hell, you might even like it!”
Both Carlo and Yevette suddenly got puzzled, then very worried looks on their faces.
A few short minutes later, Ms. White returned caring one of the store’s shopping bags. It obviously contained several items. When she emptied the contents of the bag onto one of the beds, Yevette gasped in horror for the bag had contained five chain leashes from pet supplies, one large bottle of KY personal lubricant from pharmaceuticals, six small key locks from hardware, two small rubber ball doggy chew toys and a large dog collar.
Ms. White then looked directly at Yevette and said, “OK Fe-Fe, get on the bed on all fours.”
“You’re off your fucking nut if you think I am going to do that Lady!” Yevette said to her defiantly.
With no expression on her face, Ms. White turned and pointed her pistol at Carlo’s crotch and said, “Ever seen the quick way to spade a male dog?”
“What do you think Lover boy?” Ms. White said as she looked Carlo straight in the eyes. Carlo didn’t take long to consider her words before saying to Yevette, “Yevette, she means it!”
“What difference does it make, you’ve told me yourself you had a vasectomy?” Was Yevette’s response. She was enraged and didn’t seem to be considering the full ramifications of Ms. White’s quick method of spading.
Carlo however, fully understood what would happen and said to Yevette pleadingly, “Honey, they might not work any more, but I like dem and would hate to loose dem. You understand dat she’s talking about blowing dem off? I could bleed to death before help gets here, dat is if anyone even calls for it!”
“WELL FUCK!” Yevette said in frustration and got upon the bed as instructed.
Laughing, the usually silent male robber said to her, “That’s up to you Honey.”
The female bandit handed her pistol to her partner before retrieving a pair of handcuffs from one of the pockets of her overalls. She then walked around to the head of the bed, reached through the center vertical bars on the head board and locked one end of the handcuffs around Yevette’s right wrist. Next she pulled the free end of the handcuff under the bottom bar on the headboard, through one of the vertical bars in the center of the headboard, wrapped it around it once, back under the bottom bar again and locked it around Yevette’s left wrist.
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When Yevette’s hands were secured to the headboard, Ms. White walked over to the bed that she had dumped the contents of the bag onto and retrieved one of the dog leashes that lay there. Leash in hand, she walked back over to the bed that Yevette was on and just laid it over Yevette’s hips to dangle freely.
“What the fuck are you doing bitch?” Yevette yelled at the voluptuous villain.
Upon hearing Yevette’s words, Ms. White walked over to the other bed, picked up one of the rubber balls and walked back over to Yevette.
Yevette, upon seeing what the woman was holding quickly closed her mouth tightly. However, Ms. White, simply used her free hand to pinch Yevette’s nose until she was forced to open her mouth for air.
When Yevette gasped for air, Ms. White suddenly shoved the rubber chew toy into it and said, “Don’t spit that out until I tell you to or I’ll put it back in and tape your mouth shut!”
The next thing Ms. White did was to pick up the leash around Yevette’s waist and then after she wrapped it around Yevette, pulled the latch as far as it would go through the large medal ring that was attached to the hand strap on the leash. When she was done, the latch end of the leash dangled freely over Yevette’s left side onto the bed. Ms. White then produced another pair of handcuffs from another pocket and walked over to Carlo where upon she secured both of this wrists with it. Then she said to him, “Hop up on there on the bed behind Fe-Fe, Stud.”
Carlo got up onto the bed and moved behind Yevette as instructed. He made sure to leave six inches between his body and Yevette’s which obviously did not please Ms. White for she said to him, “Oh no you don’t! Crawl up between those legs and don’t let it fall under her.”
“You don’t expect me to put it in her do ya? I ain’t gonna do dat, ya might as well shoot me now?” Carlo said to the curvy criminal.
Nonchalantly, the woman responded to him, “I don’t care what the two of you do together, just don’t let it fall under her! Now shut up and do as your told or do I have to give you a chew toy too?”
Having no choice, Carlo inched up so close behind Yevette that the full length of his prick lay in the crack of her ass causing her mouth to emit a muffled “UMMPH” from the contact.
Yevette tried to squirm away from Carlo’s prick only to hear Ms. White say to her threateningly, “Don’t move damn it!”
After rotating the leash that was around Yevette’s waist so that the metal ring was directly in the small of Yevette’s back, Ms. White took the free end and wrapped it around the handcuffs Carlo was wearing before proceeding to continue wrapping it tightly around his waist.
Once it was wrapped completely around Carlo, she used one of the locks to secure the small metal ring attaching the chain to the latch to the large metal ring that attached the hand strap to the chain.
The beautiful bandit picked up another leash, wrapped it around Yevette’s right ankle and pulled the latch end through the metal ring attached to the hand strap until there was less than and inch of slack left. She then took the latch and pulled it to the foot board and wrapped the chain around one of the bottom horizontal bar of the foot board. Once it was around the bar, Ms. White pulled the latch back towards Yevette and Carlo until there was no slack left. Then, she attached the latch to one of the links on the piece of chain coming from Yevette’s ankle. She used the remaining chains to similarly secure Yevette’s other ankle and both of Carlo’s ankles to the foot board.
When Ms. White was done, with their ankles tethered to the foot board, they could not have moved their legs more than an inch or so forward and with Yevette’s hands tethered to the headboard, the could not have moved more than four inches backwards.
After she inspected her work to make sure that everything was secure, Ms. White retrieved the bottle of KY personal lubricant from the other bed and completely removed the lid and safety tab from the top of the container. Then, she walked back over to stand next to Carlo and as she began pouring the contents of the bottle all over Yevette’s ass said, “This will make things more interesting should you try to escape!”
Yevette began to squirm slightly as the cold liquid began to run down the crack of her as. It was also running all around Carlo’s cock, and straight down the mouth of her pussy throughly soaking both of their genitals.
When the bottle was empty, his torso and thighs were as wet and slippery as the back of Yevette’s legs and ass had become.
Finally after discarding the bottle onto the other bed, Ms. White picked up the studded dog collar and secured it loosely around Yevette’s neck.
The female villain then turned to Carlo and said whimsically, “I hope your into bestiality because I think Fe-Fe here is in heat.”
After that, Ms. White removed a small key from her pocket and placed it on the mattress directly under Yevette’s belly button and said, “If you try real hard, you might just be able to get to it. "
Feeling she had nothing to loose at this point, Yevette spit the chew toy from her mouth and screamed at the sultry bandit, “EVIL PERFERTED BITCH!”
However, Ms. White’s response was not what Carlo or Yevette expected for instead of becoming enraged. She simply stepped back from them, removed a cellphone from her pocket and opened it. That was followed by the unmistakable clicking sound of a camera shutter. Then she turned to Yevette and asked, “Excuse me, who’s the dog now?”
“You are, BITCH!” Yevette said indignantly.
The female felon laughed and said as she pushed the cell phone in front of Yevette so she could see the picture on the tiny screen, “Really? I’m not the one on all fours mounted from behind, now am I?”
Yevette looked bugeyed at the picture on the cellphones screen. Had it been anyone else, Yevette would have found the picture of a woman with a “Poodle Cut” hairstyle on all fours, wearing a dog collar, and appearing to be mounted from behind by some guy laughable. Being the woman in the picture, Yevette was not amused!
“Just so you don’t think this is only about humiliating you, we really would have left you handcuffed to each other as we said. However, your ignorance has convinced me that you are in dire need of a lesson in biology. Since you don’t seem to understand that I am not a dog, bitch or any other animal for that matter, perhaps spending some time in the same position they are in when they reproduce will teach you the difference.” Then Ms. White turned to Carlo and said quite sympathetically, “Sorry Lover boy, nothing personal, but your girlfriend here needs to be taught a lesson. You can thank her for the position you are in. If you’re still here when we come back, we’ll undo her handcuffs and let the two of you move into a less embarrassing position for the manager to find when he arrives.”
She paused a second as if in thought, then added, “Too bad you’re already fixed though, I bet the two of you could have produced a cute little litter. "
Then she turned around and, with only the sound of her companion laughing hysterically to accompany them, the two criminals walked away.
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