Knights Templar (Sean)

by Ruby Harrison

  Holy fuck I just want him to fuck me. Jen thought. I wonder what has got him hesitating.

  Jen thought about it for a second and realized that it probably had something to do with their safety. She wasn’t worried about that though, not with how horny she felt. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It was like she had some kind of deep thirst and Seth was the water, like she was in the desert and he was the oasis. Jen reached up and undid Seth’s belt while he stood still with his shirt around his head. Seth’s body stiffened as he felt her undoing his zipper and snaking her hand into his underwear to grab his cock.

  “God, you’re so hard right now,” Jen said as her hand closed around the rail road spike that was Seth’s dick. “I can’t wait to have you inside of me.”

  Whatever hesitation Seth had disappeared. He pulled Jen up from the floor to kiss him while they both pushed down his pants and underwear. Jen took his throbbing member and rubbed its head against her pussy lips as if it were a dildo.

  “See how wet I am?” Jen said. “Fuck, I am so ready for you right now. Please fuck me? Please?”

  “You know how much I love it when you beg, don’t you baby?” Seth said.

  “Oh yes,” Jen said. “Please fuck me. Pretty please? Just bend me over one of the machines and fuck me. Or fuck me on my desk. Or fuck me on the mats, I don’t give a fuck where. I just need you in me and now. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

  Seth twisted her around, pulling one of her arms behind her back.

  “Oh yeah?” Seth said between hot blasts of breath in her ear. “Do you want to get fucked right here?”

  “Yes,” Jen said. “Please fuck me!”

  Seth reached around her to and pulled her up by her neck, so that her back was arched, while at the same time pressing down on her ass with his other hand. He felt forward with the head of his dick until it entered her pussy lips, then shuffled his feet until it slid all the way into her.

  “Fuck yes baby!” Jen said in a high pitched whine. “Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard, all right? I need you to! I can’t stand the thought of you not fucking me as hard as you can. I absolutely need it. I want you to spank me and choke me. I’ve been a bad girl.”

  Seth let out a hoarse chuckle and reached around Jen’s body to grab a handful of tit before dropping his hand down to play with her clit. God she was so hot when she got worked up. And boy was she worked up now. Jen kept pushing her ass back into him. Seth loved looking down and watching the her ass slap back into him while she rotated her hips over and over, the two little dimples above her ass turning him on more than anything.

  Seth turned them to face one of the mirrored walls so he could watch her tits bounce around, clapping together in front of her every time she swiveled her hips. Jen kept throwing her head back and making animal noises while her eyes rolled back in her head. It was getting harder and harder to grip her by her hips so Seth grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms back to keep them from flying apart.

  Jen was fucking him with wild abandon, digging her ass back into his body in an effort to get the maximum amount of dick slammed into her pussy. Seth was trying to meet her ass with thrusts but there was no use, Jen was running the show even though he had a hold of her arms and was pulling back on them to keep her from flying away from him. Seth was having trouble keeping a grip on her wrists though, because of how hard she was going and how good it felt.

  He couldn’t keep his eyes off the curve of her ass and her puffy pussy lips as his cock slid in and out of them. It felt like heaven on his dick and he never wanted it to end, but his feet were starting to feel slick with sweat from the effort it was taking to fuck her.

  “Baby, we’ve got to stop for a second and find somewhere to fuck that isn’t standing up,” Seth said.

  But Jen didn’t listen, and instead moaned while throwing her ass back into him as hard as she could. Seth knew it was only a matter of time before they fell down and he didn’t want either of them to get hurt. If he broke his dick he’d have to go to the hospital and that would really throw a monkey wrench in the day’s plans. Seth grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her body to his and held her there, so that his cock was buried deep in her pussy.

  He could feel the juices running down and around the base of his dick and dripping off his balls. Looking in the mirror and seeing her reach back behind her to caress his head while her tits swayed was one of the hottest things that he’d ever seen. Seth had to take a second to calm himself down and close his eyes to keep from coming.

  Just when he thought he had everything under control he opened them again just in time to see Jen reach down between her legs to play with his balls for a second before letting her hand trail up her pussy to her clit. Her hand paused there to play with herself while her eyes closed and her face pinched in concentration.

  “Oh, fuck,” Seth said as he closed his eyes and tried not to come. “Don’t move or I’m going to come. Don’t make any sounds either.”

  Seth could feel a chuckle go through Jen’s body as he held onto her hips for dear life, waiting for the point of no return to pass. But it wouldn’t pass. For a whole minute they stood as still as statues but Seth couldn’t get the feeling to go away.

  “Oh my God, this is so hot,” Jen said. I can’t believe how much this is turning me on. I’m going to come just standing here with you inside me. Are you ready for me to come, baby?”

  “Fuck, just try to hold on so we can keep fucking,” Seth said.

  “Oh fuck. No, it’s ok. Oh fucking Christ I’m going to come. Holy shit I’ve never felt anything like this. Holy shit, holy shit,” Jen said, talking near incoherently about how she was going to orgasm.

  Suddenly Jen’s body started to buck back and forth, her ass slapping back into Seth over and over again. Seth tried biting his tongue but it wouldn’t help, tried thinking about baseball but that didn’t help either. Before he knew what was going on he was coming as well, filling Jen’s pussy up with his hot semen. It felt so good that Seth squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could, hoping that he wasn’t making any sounds that would make Jen think he was ridiculous. At the very same moment Jen was off in her own world moaning while her body convulsed with wave after wave of pleasure and ecstasy.

  “Oh shit yeah, baby,” Jen said. “Oh holy fucking shit yeah. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Holy shit. I’m coming again and again and it feels so fucking good.”

  Seth let go of Jen’s wrists without knowing it and she fell to the mats while her body continued to shake with orgasm. It was like there was no stopping it. Seth stood over her with his body seemingly locked in place, his back arched with his cock jutted out, spurting rope after rope of come onto Jen and the mat around her. Not missing a beat Jen recovered enough to sit up and start jerking off Seth’s dick, trying to catch as much of the come in her mouth as possible.

  It was so hot to see Seth lost in a place of pure pleasure that she started playing with herself again and in a few seconds she was having yet another orgasm, although this one was less crippling than the last waves.

  When Seth finished he looked down at Jen and smiled.

  “This place has showers, right?” Seth asked with a smile on his face.

  “Well, yes,” Jen said. “It is a dojang, after all.”

  “Let’s make use of them and clean up,” Seth said.

  Taking her by the hand Seth helped Jen to her feet and they made their way to the showers together. Instead of using separate stalls they shared the same one. After soaping each other up for a little bit they just stood there, cuddling in each other’s arms. Both of them had been wanting this all day and neither had realized how much. It was easy to imagine sex but hard to conceptualize how good it was really going to be. Seth caressed Jen’s hair as she lightly traced her nails up and down his skin. After a short time they got out, dried each other off, and then headed back out into the dojang to dress each other.

  Or they would have headed back out to dress each other if th
ey wouldn’t have found their clothes in a pile just inside the bathroom door.

  “Oh shit,” Seth said.

  “Do you think it’s Nate and Mike?” Jen asked.

  “Probably not,” Seth said. “For some reason I get the feeling it is either the gangsters or the police. I’m not sure which. I really have no idea; I guess it could be Nate and Mike. I just think they would have yelled some cat calls in here to let us know they were in the building so we didn’t stumble naked out of the bathroom and start fucking again.”

  They both dressed and padded out into the main part of the dojang to see what waited for them. They found a few men dressed in black suits standing with their arms folded.

  “Seth, I presume,” the one who looked very much like he was in charge said. “And Jen. Well I’m glad you guys found a way to unwind from the stressful events of the day. Maybe we should step into Jen’s office and have ourselves a little chat.”

  “We have lunch plans, actually,” Seth said, warily looking over the man in charge and the goon flanking him on either side. All of them looked like law enforcement, with high and tight haircuts and glasses with thick, black rims.

  “Well, consider them canceled,” the man in charge said. “You see, my associates and I have brought firearms with us, so we win.”

  The man stopped talking and cocked and eyebrow to the ceiling.

  “Do we have an understanding?” the man asked.

  “What is your name?” Seth said.

  “You can call me John,” the man said.

  Seth looked from John to the men at his sides, then to Jen.

  “Well, I guess we’ll be stepping into your office,” Seth said while looking at Jen.

  “I guess so,” Jen said, with a deep blush of red on her face.

  The three men dressed in plain suits waited until Seth and Jen had led the way into the office before they followed in trace.

  “Why don’t you two sit on that side of the desk and I’ll stand on this side with my associates,” John said.

  “Uh, all right,” Seth said, knowing he didn’t have much of a choice.

  “Pretty obviously I am the law,” John said. “But what is less than obvious about me is that I am the more subtle version of the law. I’m not a beat cop, or burned out detective. I’m also not here representing the judicial system or anything like that. I represent the rule of law as it works in this nation, specifically as it works in the Midwest.”

  John paused for a moment to glance from Jen to Seth before continuing.

  “What is also pretty obvious is I’m here because Jen has had some run-ins with some fairly undesirable characters. Your friend and coworker Earl has been killed, along with the cretin named Lars.”

  Before John could go on Seth interrupted him.

  “Who are you guys with?” Seth asked.

  John looked at Seth like he was a child before answering.

  “The government. Does it really matter what branch?” John said.

  “Kind of a little bit,” Seth said. “I’d at least like to know who I’m listening to chatter away.”

  “How rude of you,” John said. “You insolent little prick stain.”

  Jen looked from man to man in the room before speaking.

  “It’s nice that everyone wants to have the bigger dick,” she said. “But I can assure everyone that they are going to have a hard time beating Seth’s. So maybe you big men with guns could stop beating your chests and tell us who you are, what you are doing here and what you want.”

  “Oh, it’s the lady with the balls and the brains,” John said with a smirk. “That’s very interesting. Very well. I will tell you what you want to know.”

  John glanced from side to side, getting the attention of the men flanking him.

  “Why don’t you two wait outside of the office,” John said. “And try not to overhear anything, it could prove bad for your health if you know too much in the future. If you know what I mean.”

  “Yeah boss,” both of the suited men said at the same time before turning to quickly leave the office. As soon as the door closed John started talking.

  “I’m with the NSA,” John said. “That’s right, the motherfucking National Security Agency. Do you know what that means? It means I make the rules here. When the cops show up I show them this badge and they do what I say, when I say it. If they show up and you are dead, I tell them that some other person killed you and they believe it without questions and then other NSA agents come in to do the police work and the lab work that goes on record. I’m a ghost, more or less.”

  “I’ve dealt with spooks in the military,” Seth said.

  “Spook,” John said. “Yes. That’s actually a very derogatory term for military intelligence agents. It’s kind of a mean thing to say, like calling cops pigs.”

  “That’s why I used it,” Seth said. “I hate intelligence goombas. All you guys do is strut around and think you know everything while harassing the actual working man of the military.”

  “Well, I’m sorry that you are so mad from your military experience,” John said. “But this isn’t the military, this is real life.”

  “I understand that, asshole,” Seth said. “And I don’t remember saying that this was anything but real life. I think that you still need to tell us two things. What are you doing here and what you want.”

  “Well. first I want you to be quiet so I can speak uninterrupted,” John said. “Can that happen?”

  Jen elbowed Seth in the ribs.

  “Sure,” Seth said with a sullen tone in his voice.

  “I’m here because Lars wasn’t really the front man for the Irish Mafia,” John said. “I mean, did he look Irish you, sweetheart?”

  Jen’s face glowed red as she thought about it.

  “No, he looked pretty brown skinned to be Irish, didn’t he?” John went on. “I mean, how many brown Irishmen do you know?”

  Jen stared at him wide eyed.

  “None,” John kept going. “Although I’m not going to make sweeping claims about race, ethnicity and appearance, I am willing to go out on a limb and say that if there are any brown Irishmen they are probably few and far between.”

  “Just because he didn’t look Irish doesn’t make him not Irish,” Seth said. “Also, does it matter? If it’s the fucking mob they may not play by the hand book of only hiring Irish people. Maybe they just don’t give a fuck who they hire and this guy was the weirdo for the job.”

  “Well, I happen to be privy to the knowledge that Lars was not even a little bit Irish,” John said. “It just turns out that the guy who doesn’t look Irish even a little bit and happens to be fairly brown is Native American.”

  “How does this even matter?” Jen asked in a serious voice.

  “Yeah,” Seth said. “Why do you keep bringing up race, anyway? Who cares what the motherfucker was? If he was Native American, who cares? If he was Portuguese, who fucking cares?”

  “Oh my God,” John shouted. “Will both of you just shut the fuck up? You obviously don’t know a fucking thing so just be quiet. Please. Just shut up so I can talk.”

  Both Seth and Jen’s mouths clacked shut.

  “Thank you,” John said. “And you’ll have to excuse me if I sound a little grumpy, but, unlike the two of you, I haven’t gotten laid in awhile. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I was with a woman, so I guess your grace will just have to be sufficient for me.”

  John paused as he pulled a chair in the corner of the room over to sit in front of Jen’s desk. Taking great care when he removed his jacket, as if he was very sore, John placed his suit’s jacket over the back of the chair and sat down.

  “I’ve also not sat down in awhile,” John said. “Or slept in awhile.”

  He took off his thick rimmed black glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose as if he was trying to ward off a headache. Placing his glasses back on his face he looked at the couple in front of him with renewed energy and a demeanor that was somewhat more pleasant.
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  “All right folks,” John said. “Just stay with me and be quiet and this will all before you realize, and probably before you actually understand.”

  Jen let out a snort at the last comment that John ignored while pressing forward.

  “So Lars is from the Indian reservation out on Highway 30 that runs east and west about thirty miles north of here. Lars isn’t, or wasn’t, in the mob. Lars is actually part of a terrorist cell,” John said. “Not a terrorist cell of Indians, before anyone starts with the generalizations. A terrorist cell of people with all kinds of backgrounds. They just happen to be operating from the reservation since they go pretty much unnoticed there. Or they were operating from the reservation. It’s become pretty clear that they are now operating in Des Moines somewhere.”

  John started patting his pockets as he talked, as if looking for a cigarette, then caught himself and smiled sheepishly.

  “I quit smoking a few weeks ago,” John said. “I guess old habits die hard.”

  “I know the feeling,” Seth said.

  “Well, in any event,” John continued. “The terrorists, or whatever brand of super aggressive criminal they are, were hired by an out of state construction company called Lane Five to acquire this property so a strip mall could go up in its place. I know, it sounds a little crazy to put a strip mall here since it isn’t that far from the mall on Merle Hay and there isn’t a whole lot of foot traffic, but if you’ll remember correctly I never called any of these people rocket scientists.”

  “How many of them are there?” Seth asked.

  “I’m not really sure,” John said. “But enough to pose a threat. Maybe six, maybe more than six. It’s really hard to tell, really. But we need to stay on our toes no matter how many or few of them there are. As you both saw at the tattoo parlor today, these people don’t exactly fuck around.”

  “Is there anyone besides you on this case?” Jen asked.