Fantasy Friday

by Annalise Wells

  Alex

  “A blowout isn’t always with the tire on a vehicle.”

  As I start to kneel between Ingrid’s thighs, I make a few mental apologies to Brooke for what I am about to do. But as Ingrid had said, there was no fucking, so was it actually cheating? Only my conscience would answer that question once I had finished.

  I look up at Ingrid and her long blonde hair hangs over her breasts. Now, she smiles down at me as I feel my hands pushing her thighs apart. I run my tongue against her inner thigh. I hear soft groans of pleasure coming from Ingrid’s mouth. So far so good. I push her legs wider and run my tongue across the crease of her pussy where her legs join.

  “Oh Alex, you are a tease,” she murmurs.

  I feel her fingers running through my dark hair. At some point, she will grab me and push my face hard against her wet cunt.

  Again, I think that there is no fucking involved, so, I might as well take it soft and slow. Well, there is nothing nicer than eating a sweet juicy pussy. I lap my tongue against her soft lips. I feel her fingers pushing. I make long strokes across her outer lips as I feel her quiver for the first time.

  I wonder how wet she gets?

  I lick the entire outside of her pussy. I pull my head back. Her soft velvety lips glisten from the light shining in the rear of the car. Ingrid looks down. Her bottom lip is firmly placed between her teeth.

  “Alex, now you show what you really do,” she says as she cups her breasts and pinches her nipples.

  I smile back at her with a cheeky grin. I was actually hoping she would tell me to do my best.

  I lower my head, placing it back between Ingrid’s creamy soft thighs. I place my thumbs against the soft folds of her pussy and push my hands sideways. I don’t want to hit the clit straight away, I want her to beg for it. I slide my tongue from the bottom of her crease and miss touching her clit.

  “Aargh,” I hear as Ingrid lets out a sharp breath.

  I lick the inside of her lips, her body quivers as I tease her into submission. I slide my tongue an inch inside her hot wet cunt, and I know it wants me. Another groan and I can taste she is getting wetter.

  I tease the smooth inner skin of her pussy, her body squirming as my tongue dances over the most sensitive parts. I feel she is going to beg.

  I flick the tip of my tongue against her clit. Ingrid rocks her hips against the leather of the seat. Bullseye…

  “Alex, fuck, again,” she says.

  My tongue goes into overdrive. It flicks back and forth like the dancer's feet from a Las Vegas show. Ingrid sits up in the chair. Her fingers finally grab hold of my hair as she pulls.

  “Alex, oh,” she says staring into my eyes.

  She slumps back into the seat and places her one leg over my shoulder, she pushes her other knee at an angle toward the door. I’m not sure if she meant just no fucking, or not to include finger fucking. I will soon find out.

  I spread her pussy wide with the fingers of one hand, I push my thumb against her budded clit as I slide two fingers from my other hand deep into her wet pussy.

  “Grrrr,” Ingrid screams as my thumb bobs over her clit. I push my fingers back and forth deep inside as she squeals in delight.

  “Alex, you bastard,” Ingrid murmurs.

  I remove my thumb from her clit and tease her again with the tip of my tongue. I feel Ingrid pushing her hips forward as my hand slaps wildly against her writhing body. Ingrid pulls on my hair. I look up into her eyes. Her body gasps for breath.

  “Enough, my turn to taste that American cock,” she whispers.

  She moves from the seat and pats it with her hand. “Come sit,’ she says.

  I had concentrated so hard on pleasing Ingrid, I had not noticed my cock was only semi-erect.

  Ingrid picks my cock up with her fingers and drops it on my belly. “Is it broken?” she asks, smiling.

  I laugh back at her. “Not at all.”

  Ingrid lowers her body; her hard nipples push against my thighs. She pushes a long finger against my lips. I suck on the tip as she pulls it from my mouth, and her nail draws a line down my chest and across the hard slab of my stomach.

  “Very nice abs,” she murmurs.

  You have been watching too many American movies.

  Ingrid wraps her fingers around my balls and the base of my shaft. I feel the pulse building as she starts bringing me slowly to an erection. I look down. Ingrid begins licking my sack. Sensations flow through my balls, I suck in a deep breath through my teeth which are well and truly gritted. I hear her spit onto my head. The tip of her tongue teases the rim of my slit. I push my hands into the leather of the car seat. I try to grasp it with my fingers.

  “Oh, fuck, is this a Russian thing?” I ask.

  “No, this is sexy woman thing,” she replies.

  I blow as I exhale. I glance down again. My cock finally reaching a full erection. Ingrid pushes my twitching shaft against my body. Her tongue flicks against the sensitive stringy part under the head of my cock.

  “Ooh, fuck,” I scream.

  “Relax Alex.”

  I slump in the seat as I feel Ingrid’s long hair fall over my stomach. Her lips lighten under the head of my throbbing shaft. The forceful sucking pulls her head deeper onto my shaft. I feel the back of her throat rubbing against the head of my cock. A gurgling sound comes from deep within Ingrid’s throat. Vibrations shoot through the slit of my cock, then her tongue swirls and sends shivers through my shaft.

  My leg starts shaking, I feel as if I could explode at any moment, but it is too early. Her hot mouth sucks me in deeper again.

  I blow deeper trying to calm the racing 0f my heart. Ingrid driving my cock to a level it has never been before. I feel her wrap her fingers around my cock and my sack again, and then her head pulls back. I see the smooth skin around my balls as the veins in my cock bulge and throb.

  Her grip is making me harder and bigger. The head plum-purple and glistening from the saliva from her hot wet mouth.

  “Ingrid, you are fantastic,” I find myself saying.

  “Russian women good cocksucker yes?” she asks.

  “One of the best,” I reply.

  Her grip tightens, I feel my cock harden even more. The whole of my shaft bulging from her tight grip.

  “Now, I make you cum so much,” she says.

  Fuck, yes please.

  Ingrid releases my shaft and wraps her fingers around my sack, I feel all of the skin on my cock tighten. The throbbing of my cock increases. She wraps her other fingers around my shaft and begins masturbating me. Her hand tempo increases as she tightens her grip on my balls. The head of my cock bulging and glowing as she dips her tongue into the slit.

  “Fuck, Ingrid,” I murmur.

  Her hand thrusts faster and faster. Tingles flood the end of my shaft, and I feel like the head of my cock is going numb. Harder and harder she thrusts her hand. My balls would tighten, but her grip has made my sack taught and shiny. Shivers flood up my spine as I feel Ingrid bringing me closer to the point I will not be able to stop myself from going.

  Ingrid raises her eyes. “Tell me when you ready to cum.”

  I nod in agreement. Her hand thrusts harder and harder. Her hot wet lips tighten under the head of my shaft, her head bobs an inch, and her tongue teases the sensitive underside.

  “Ingrid, I am going to cum,” I boom.

  Her hand frantically increases its tempo. I feel my balls tighten as my seed tries to be released. My hips begin rocking in the seat.

  “Ingrid!!!”

  She releases my sack, I feel a flow of hot cum flowing from my body. Her head bobs down the full length of my shaft as I make short thrusts into the back of her throat.

  I feel her sucking and swallowing the hot seed from my body as I push for the final time. My body finally slumps into the seat. I gasp deeply for breath. Ingrid wipes her mouth and sits next to me.

  “You taste good Alex,” she says.

  I smile back at her. Ingrid runs her fingerna
il over my chest.

  “When you ready, you have to suck and bite clit, and make me cum.”

  “A blowout isn’t always with the tire on a vehicle.”

  Brooke

  “A living hell for one person can be a day in paradise for another.”

  We walk down the alleyway that the nervous guy walked down. It is getting darker, and I understood why Tommy the old guy said don’t come to this part of town after dark. For one, it was freakin’ creepy, and number two, anyone who has an ounce of cash on them has the chance to be jumped when they are leaving clubs of this nature.

  Bell stops walking in front of me. There is a door on the left, and it has written in small silver letters, “The Real Deal.” It is not the sort of entrance that I was expecting, well not on a club that Alex had managed. I just guessed it would be like the Starlight or something all uptown and hip.

  I could have eaten my thoughts for dinner, had they been words. Inside was nothing like the entrance. It wasn’t uptown or hip, but it was a bit fucking posh. Old man Tommy never said it was anything like this, maybe he had forgotten that part.

  I wasn’t even sure we were going to be let in. The guy on the door had looked us up and down, it was only when Bell pulled out a large roll of notes that he opened the door.

  “How much cash have you got in that roll?” I ask.

  “I would estimate seventy-five,” Bell says.

  “You don’t carry seventy-five thousand around with you,” I say.

  “Yeah, I know. Seventy-five dollars,” Bell says, smiling.

  “But that roll is huge.”

  “Who said it was all cash, there are only about four or five notes there, the rest is printer paper,” Bell replies.

  “That is sneaky,” I say, impressed.

  “It opens doors easier than any key,” she replies.

  I shake my head in disbelief. “The question is, who do we ask?” I say. “We can’t just ask the bosses because that’s too risky.”

  “The dealers, they have nothing to gain and nothing to lose,” Bell says.

  “Oh look. Roulette. I won three thousand plus on this in Jamaica,” I say.

  “We haven’t come to play, we have come to find Alex.”

  “I know, but let’s just have a quick look. I am not sure how I did it, but I noticed a pattern last time,” I explain.

  “Bah, there is no pattern,” Bell replies.

  “There is only one way to find out.”

  We stand at the roulette table and watch. In Jamaica, it was about six spins, and then the pattern went into reverse.

  I watch the wheel. Black, black, red, black, red, red. That was the first six spins, now the second six. Red, red, black, red, black, black. I check the third six turns of the wheel.

  “It is the same, I can see the pattern,” I say.

  Bell looks at me.” Bullshit. It is entirely random, I see nothing.”

  “Give me your seventy-five dollars.”

  Bell pulls the real notes from the roll of paper. “You can have fifty, we need gas.”

  The girl spinning the wheel looks at me strangely when I ask for dollar chips. It is only to prove a point, and I am not a gambler. Well, not at heart. I follow the exact same method I did on the island. Four chips on a color, and one on a number.

  Thirty minutes later, Bell was still scratching her head about how I had managed to turn fifty dollars into a few hundred. I give her the money.

  “Shove that on your roll,” I say.

  “You must have some serious divine intervention, that is godly what you’ve just done,” she says.

  “I don’t know how I do it,” I say.

  “You could clean up at the big tables,” Bell says.

  “I am not interested in that.”

  “Can you do it with cards?” she asks.

  “I have no idea, I have never actually played cards,” I say.

  “We will try when we get home,” Bell says. “I am curious.”

  I show my phone to the girl as she trays up the chips. “You know this guy?” I ask.

  “Alex, of course, he used to manage here,” she says.

  “I don’t suppose you have seen him lately?”

  The girl shakes her head. “Sorry, I have not seen him for a few weeks.”

  “Is there anyone else who might know?” I ask.

  “I think anyone from here will give you the same answer,” she replies. “There is one guy who works on the strip.”

  “What is his name and where does he work?” I ask, hoping for more of an answer.

  The girl furrows her brow. “I think the guy works in ‘Aces High,' and his name. I just can’t remember. Oh, it starts with B, I know that.”

  “Thanks, Jenny, you have been a great help,” I say.

  “How do you know my name is Jenny?” she asks.

  “I don’t know, maybe you look like a Jenny,” I say, smiling.

  Bell looks at me really confused. “Are you a freakin’ alien or something?” she says, now chuckling.

  “Maybe that’s one of those bad habits I picked up,” I reply.

  “Don’t get reading my mind or anything,” she says.

  “I can’t read minds. I do know you had a bit of an event with Joseph and Stacey,” I say as we walk to the door.

  “No way, how did you do that?” Bell asks.

  “It just came to me in a flash.”

  “Wow, that is so cool and so scary,” she says.

  I turn to Bell. “Not really, Shona mentioned it.”

  Bell slaps me on the shoulder. Right before she laughs and calls me a bitch.

  “Geez, it is dark now, what time is it?” I ask.

  “Almost nine.”

  “I think it’s a bit too late to go to that casino,” I say.

  “I agree, we should be having dinner, there is nothing at home,” Bell adds.

  “You choose, at least you have the money to pay for it,” I say.

  “I have money, I just don’t carry it with me,” Bell says, frowning.

  We head back to the car and can see a few dodgy guys lurking around the end of the street. I am sure they won’t bother us, we are not actually dressed like we have money.

  I bang my hip against the door and pull on the handle. I slip in the passenger seat as Bell watches the guys down the street.

  “You can never be too careful, that is when they jump you, just as you are getting in the car,” she says.

  “I will remember that.”

  “What do you want for dinner? Um, there is anything you can imagine here,” Bell says.

  “I feel like oysters.”

  “We have won a couple of hundred, this is Las Vegas. We are not going to be able to afford a plate full of oysters,” Bell says plainly.

  “I suppose it’s pizza then,” I reply.

  “Pizza, yep. We will get takeout and a couple of beers. I want to see you with these cards.

  Bell starts the car, and she heads off to the best pizza takeout in Las Vegas. Or that’s the way she explained it. Any pizza was nice to me, I just loved the stuff.

  “Here we are. Popperelli’s Pizza,” she says.

  “You like it spicy?” I ask, as we get out of the car.

  “The hotter, the better,” Bell replies.

  I look at the clock as we walk into the pizza place. Ten thirty. I wonder what ordeal Alex has been through since last night. He has probably been tied up, beaten… and he may not have had anything to eat. The poor soul.

  “Spicy Mexican,” Bell says.

  “Is there such a thing?” I say laughing.

  “Definitely.”

  “I was just thinking about how Alex has been treated,” I say.

  “Who knows, maybe they’ve beaten him.”

  “Don’t say that, it’s bad enough me thinking it,” I reply, feeling sick.

  “Well, whatever they are doing to him, I bet he is not enjoying it,” Bell says. “It is not as if he has any freedom to play cards or hold a woman in his arm
s.”

  “Yes, it must be a living hell for him.”

  “A living hell for one person can be a day in paradise for another.”

  Alex

  “What a movie star, I can play my part so well…”

  I had to hand it to Ingrid, she sure knew how to give head. I had to make sure I did my best to make sure that she enjoyed herself as much as I did. There was one thought that continued to dwell on me. How was Brooke coping in Jamaica after she found out I had been taken? It must be a living hell, she would be worried sick all the time I was away from her.

  At the moment, there was nothing I could do apart from what Mikey had asked of me, and so far, that had been one successful card game and eating some naughty Russian pussy.

  All in all, it was quite a good day and a half for a captive… that is, if you don’t include the smashing of the hammer onto my fingers. Life goes on and all, but fingers crossed, on my good hand, of course. Beau and Shona will be back tomorrow and be able to get to the bank.

  I think I was safe for a couple of days at least, Mikey had made one major flaw in his original plan to give me forty-eight hours. His card games actually went over this deadline by another forty-eight, and I was going to hold him to the extra hours, just in case.

  “Alex, maybe I see you again?” Ingrid says shoving a pile of dollar bills into the palm of my hand.

  I smile and appreciate what she has just given me. “Maybe, but I am only here for a few more days,” I reply.

  “Where you go?” Ingrid asks, now frowning.

  “Out of the country,” I reply.

  “Oh, that is not fair. My cheating fucking husband, he fuck hooker every day,” Ingrid says.

  “I am sorry to hear that,” I reply.

  “I wish I fuck you instead of just blow you, then I am satisfied,” Ingrid says.

  “Maybe I will see you before I leave, but I have to concentrate on my playing,” I say.

  “Okay, but I will keep an eye on you,” she replies.

  “That is okay with me, and thank you,” I say, happy she’s happy.