by Red Snapper
My intense orgasm exploded within my body as I jerked and twisted upon the bed, my hips gyrating frantically as he held tightly to my legs and kept his face planted against my crotch, his tongue licking and lapping, slithering and stroking. I cried, whimpered and moaned as my back arched upward and my head rolling atop my straining neck.
I had to admit he was really good at eating pussy, but I wanted the prize and it sure wasn’t him. So I continued my act and tried to enjoy it as much as I could as I focused on the survival of the Cartel.
“Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh Gooooodddddddddd yeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss!” I moaned long and loud as my body froze and I arched as high as my bending back would allow, my muscles and tendons clenched in an unwavering pose. My orgasm crashed across my nerves and flooded my pussy with juices in one last blinding explosion of ecstasy.
Then it slowly began to fade away as I came to reality of the situation. The sensations of its electrical tingling slowly decreased pulled back from my nerves in minute increments. My muscles gradually relaxed my body dropping to the bed slowly as my flesh quivered with the aftershocks of my passion. Then it hit me…my Cartel needs me.
Suddenly, he released my legs and rose up on his knees to watch me drop to the mattress, his hands slipping into my cuntal region, his fingers lightly dancing across my skin where my juices glistened. Eventually I lay panting upon the bed; my legs spread wide, my knees wavering slightly as my feet held them bent in the air. My head lay to one side, eyes closed, and mouth open. My breasts rose and fell as I struggled for breath, weakly sucked air into her lungs then released it. Between my spread legs my pussy gleamed and shined with its wetness. My clit rose from beneath its hood still swollen, my labia also swollen and red. Within my pussy lips my caramelness shined bright with the juices as my opening waited agape. One set of his fingers slid up along the outer edges of my pussy lips and lightly stroked the flesh there, caressing my skin and tickling my nerves. In response my hips rolled upon the bed and a small, tired moan slipped past my open lips.
I had to admit he was really good and he knew how to handle a woman but I had to maintain in order to keep my position. I knew if I succumbed to his excellent lovemaking I would lose everything. So I tried to hold back some of my emotions as he continued to serve me. His other fingers were wrapped around his throbbing hard dick as he knelt there looking at me.
He smiled as he spoke, “The little slave girl came pretty hard… you came all over my tongue.”
I smiled as I replied, “I guess you know what you’re doing, eating my pussy like that!”
“Now you’re gonna get my cock.”
“Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, daddy that sounds real good!”
As he tried to get his dick ready to fuck, I could tell that the drug was starting to take effect as he started to talk slurry.
“Does…does my slave want…want to be fucked?” “Does ssssshhhhhe want her masters’ cock in her pusssssssssssssssssy?”
“Oohhh yeesssss,” I panted, my hips rolling slightly more.
Before he could realize what was going on, I had one of my Guild members come into the room and switch places with me. He was so fucked up he couldn’t tell who was in the room. I went into the other room as Chloe lay on the bed in front of him. He without hesitation took one of his fingers sliding it across her labia to disappear into her cunt up to the second knuckle. He rolled it around inside of her, rubbed it against her walls; her juices quickly started coating it.
I moved into the adjacent room, watching from a two-way mirror as he fucked my Guild member thinking it was me. She was good as she pretended to be me, taking his pleasure as he served her.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh,” she moaned, her hips jerking as she took his fingers in her pussy.
“Yea, you want my white cock, don't you slave?” “You want your master to fuck this sweet black pussy of yours.”
“Ooooohhhhhhhh yeessss,” she sighed heavily.
She whimpered quietly when he pulled his fingers from her cunt. Her head rolled upwards and she watched him through slit eyelids as he started to climb atop her. Between them, down along his body, she saw his hard dick moving toward her aching pussy. He moved up to where he held himself above her, his dangling erection swaying within centimeters of her wetness.
I watched as I said to myself, “In order for this to work, he has to think it was me…he has to fuck her and believe it’s me!”
“Ooooohhhhhhhh,” she whimpered as he swung his hips and the tip of his cock brushed against her sex.
“Ooooohhhhhhhhh,” she moaned as he worked her pussy with his hands.
“You little slut,” he whispered. “Dirty slut…you want my hard white cock in you, don't you?” “You want me to fuck you, to fuck you like the slut you are.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” she whimpered as his dick brushed against her now swollen labia once more.
Beneath him Chloe’s hips rolled, her feet pushing into the bed and lifting her ass up. She moaned as he hung there, above her, his rigid dick brushing across her cunt, the tip slipping against her slit, bumping against her swollen clit. Chloe glanced down and saw his rigid white meat so close to her aching black punany, saw it poised for penetration.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me, master. Fuck your slave girl good!”
He looked started as if he knew she was not me as he looked at her trying to focus on her face. After about two minutes he smiled as his hips dropped forward and the tip of his dick slid along her slit to her opening. He pressed and it pushed against her walls. Chloe’s own hips rose up to apply more pressure. The head of his dick entered her, spreading Chloe’s walls, opening her to him.
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” she panted, as I let out a sigh of relief as I saw him fall for the bait. Either he knew she wasn’t me and didn’t care or the drug was doing its job.
Gradually he pushed his hips toward her, slowly inserting his dick into her. Chloe’s lips gripped themselves around his shaft as his hard dick penetrated her, pushed in along her walls and filled her juicy cunt.
“Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned when he had the entire length inside of her.
He rotated his hips then, rolled his hard flesh around inside her, pressing the head against various parts of her inner walls.
“You like that, slave?” “You like having my cock buried in your sweet little pussy?”
“Yeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss,” she sighed, Chloe’s own hips rotating with his.
After a couple minutes of rolling their hips together he pulled back, withdrawing most of his dick, pulling out until only the head remained inside of her.
“Ooooohhhhhhhhh,” Chloe whimpered lightly as her punany was emptied.
Her hips rolled and pumped at him, trying hard to keep his dick inside of her. One hand reached up and Chloe’s fingers scratched at his chest.
I looked at her how she was playing this game with such professionalism. I was beginning to think that we were pulling this off.
“Fuck me, master,” Chloe sighed. “Fuck your little slave girl.”
Again he pushed forward. With deliberate, teasing slowness he gradually slid the entire length of his dick inside of her. Chloe’s own hips rose up to help him feed his dick to her lust filled cunt. The shaft of flesh slid along her walls, rubbing against them while filling an internal void of desire. This time as he rolled his hips into her, the dick stroking and brushing across her inner walls, she felt an orgasm start to come forward, as she felt the heat of it wavering towards the front of her emotions.
“Yeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss,” Chloe moaned, her hips rolling. “Fuck me, master.”
He still trying to regain his focus said, “You like my white cock, don't you slave?”
He grinned as he watched Chloe’s body start to roll and twitch beneath him. “You like it.”
“Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh yeesssss,” she sighed. “Fuck your little black slave girl, master.” “Fuck your slave.”
As her orgasm reached its brink, hung teetering over
the edge of its release, Chloe’s breathing grew ragged. Her body started to twitch and quiver beneath him even as her hips started to hump and roll in near spastic motion. Her bottom lip quivered then she lightly bit down on it. The fingers scratching at his chest became more insistent.
“Play with your titties, bitch,” he instructed her.
Obediently her free hand came up from the bed and filled itself with her dark mound, her fingers rolling the swollen nipple atop it between them.
“Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh,” Chloe moaned as her orgasm grew nearer.
He then withdrew his dick again, pulling back slowly while her hips fought with themselves, partially wanting to follow him and keep the entire length of his dick inside of her, partially wanting to pull back as well to aid him in the insertion that would be coming.
“You’re a nasty little slave bitch,” he told her, “asking me to fuck you with my white cock.”
“Yeessss, yeessss,” she whispered in agreement, her hips twitching as he held his dick with only the head of it snuggled between her walls.
“Yes, I’m a nasty slave girl…a nasty little whore.” “Please…fuck your slave girl, master…fuck me with your white cock…fuck me master…fuck me.”
Chloe’s orgasm was hanging on the very edge, barely keeping from falling forward and crashing through her body. The feel of his dick head nestled within her walls, the memory of how it felt as he filled her with it, heightened the need her climax craved for release. For what seemed an eternity to her inflamed libido he remained there, hovering above her and watching her quiver beneath him. I was now getting pissed as I watched him toying with Chloe. I knew if that was me he would be torturing me like I was some two bit floozy, trying to get me to succumb to his control. What I did was right, but I had to make sure that Chloe doesn’t get caught up in his influence and reveal her true identity to him.
Chloe’s hand on her titties grew hungrier, squeezed and played with the pliant mound with more force. Her other fingers scratched at his chest harder as well, her nails digging lightly at his flesh. Her head rolled to one side then the next before settling straight up so she could look at him from under heavy lids. Her mouth hung slightly open as her breathing rasped past her lips, the bottom one of which she nibbled at.
“Fuck me…fuck your slave girl, master,” she lamented when her need reached a boiling point. “Fuck me with your white cock...NOW!”
With that he instantly drove his hips forward allowing the length of his dick rocketed deep into her pussy as her own ass jumped from the bed to meet his fierce penetration. His shaft ran along her walls, pushed deep into her and slammed her orgasm into existence.
“YES…YES…YES,” Chloe cried out as he quickly pulled back and drove him forward once again, then again and again.
Chloe’s back came off the bed as her hands once more grabbed at the bedspread beneath her. Atop her straining neck her head rolled, her mouth handing open wide and her eyes closing tightly.
“Take it slave…take your master's cock.” He grunted as he rammed back and forth again and again and again.
He pounded his dick into her, slamming and pumping himself into her crotch and his dick into her cunt. Her pussy muscles clamped tightly around him squeezed and pulled at his pistoning dick while her hips jumped and jerked and rammed themselves back at him.
“Yeah, you Black bitch fuck my white cock you slut.” “Fuck your master’s white cock slave!”
Chloe’s orgasm cascaded through her like powerful tidal waves of passion causing her every nerve to feel as though it were on fire. Volcanic-like eruptions of passion, lust and hunger exploded in every corner of her aching, taunt body. Her head snapped to one side, then to the other as her hands dug at the bedspread and pulled on it hard. Her mouth hung open and her breath failed to fill her lungs.
“Ooohhhh…Gaaaawwwwddddddddddd!”
He laughed as he replied, “Dirty slut…take it slave…take your masters’ white cock in your black pussy.”
Between them his powerful fucking caused the white flesh of his dick to pump rapidly in and out of her caramel folds, wetness leaking from her as her own darkly bordered hole pumped and quivered in response to him. He thrusted and drove his dick at her, slamming, pounding, fucking her with increasing frenzy.
Inside Chloe her orgasm crashed again and again through her, pushing waves of delirious ecstasy through her.
“Fuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeee!” She moaned, her hips bucking beneath him. “Fuuucccckkkkk meeeee…master.”
Again and again he rammed into her. Her orgasm ended and another started immediately after so that she could not tell the difference. Her body arched as high as it could and she rolled her hips before him as he continued to pound his dick in and out of her pussy. She moaned and mewed, moaned with exhaustive pleasure.
“Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…fuck your slave girl!” “Fuck the little slave girl with your white cock, master.”
Fucking, pounding, thrusting, they worked themselves into a crazed frenzy, their bodies rocking and slamming into one another. Wet sounds rolled from where their sexes were pounding together and her juices ran across her upraised ass cheeks.
Chloe’s orgasm exploded with rocketing curiosity and her pussy muscles clamped even tighter around his throbbing dick. Suddenly his hips began to jerk spastically, his actions growing awkward. He grabbed her hips as he held himself up on his knees and drove his dick into her several more times before freezing. His entire body tensed and within Chloe’s cunt his dick twitched. When the first spray of his warm jizm washed against her walls, his dick jerking within the clasp of her pussy, her orgasm reached a new height and her hips jerked from the shock of electricity racing along her nerves.
“Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Shhhhhiiiiittttttt!” She cried out.
He held himself deep inside of her as his dick unleashed spray after spray of white cum into her womb, jumping and twitching within her hole as it did. Her body pushed against him even as her hips bucked and jerked from the spastic actions of her nerves and muscles. She moaned and moaned as she bit her bottom lip.
“Oh yes,” he sighed as his dick settled down inside of her. “What a fucking hot slave girl you are.”
Then her orgasm also began to subside and her body gradually fell back to the bed. Due to their positions this caused his withering dick to slip from her pussy's embrace. A mixture of juices seeped from her open walls, running down across her dark flesh to the crack of her ass and puddling beneath her. She released the bedspread as her entire body went limp, her muscles taxed and tired. Her head rolled to one side and her eyes closed softly as she sighed and inhaled past open lips. She looked over toward the two-way mirror as she smiled and then slowly got out of the bed.
“Honey…I’ll be right back okay!” His own body now tired, collapsing across the foot of the bed into a position that allowed him to gaze up to the ceiling.
Chloe’s expression was one of sheer exhaustion mixed with a glowing happiness as she strolled out of the room into the nearby chamber. While he lay there for a few minutes he was trying to shake off the drug but it seemed to get stronger as I walked back into the room. He looked up and smiled at me then he looked puzzled as he said, “What’s going on…I’m feeling a little funny.”
“What are you talking about Don Costantino…we just had the most incredible sex and you’re talking in riddles.” “Maybe you should rest a while.”
“This could be the start of an amazing journey,” he sighed after a few minutes.
“I hope so,” she answered.
He felt this dick twitch in response to the answer and the desire laden tone of my voice.
“Don Costantino…please…rest…tomorrow I want to sat at your table and discuss the future of my Cartel.” “I fear that the future of it may be in jeopardy since the death of my Papa.”
He looked at me as he replied, “You Papa was a very good friend to me…I’ll meet with you tomorrow to discuss such business, but now I want
to have you again.”
I smiled stepping back as I replied, “I’m tired but if you think about my concern, then I’ll think about serving you again.”
He smiled as he answered, “Okay then maybe you should send me another so that I can quench my sexual appetite.” “The way you and I fucked…you’ll be back again for this white cock!”
I laughed as I got out of bed and put on my robe, “I think you’re a little zooted Don Costantino…but you’re certainly a tiger in bed!”
As I strolled out the room I smiled as I thought, “My plan is working…I just need to seal the deal permanently!”
Chapter 22– Tangie
September 2002
Laurie Mansion
Olathe, Kansas
I filled my glass with ice cubes and poured Crown Royal over them. I thought constantly as I tried to come to grips with how I would convince Don Costantino to allow my Cartel to keep control of its assets. I told myself, by the time I finished my drink, I would have came up with a plan, once and for all. But I drank the whiskey, the ice cubes melted and became tepid water, and I continued to sit at the table, my mind vacillating. Suddenly my Consigliere came into the room and sat down at the table. I smiled as I spoke to him, “Well…today is the day…I’m really hoping we can come to some type of agreement.” “I feel that my plan is working but I won’t know until I see how he acting when he comes in.”
He smiled as he replied, “Lady Mistress…I feel that you have this under control and if you did what you said you were going to do last night…then I know he’ll be willing to negotiate your terms.”