‘My god Chloe, keep doing that and you’ll end up fisting yourself!’
Dan had said it as a joke but Chloe nodded her head.
‘Like this you mean?’ Chloe asked and she extracted her fingers.
Before he could say anything Chloe closed her hand, her fingertips digging in to the crease where her fingers met her palm. He watched transfixed as her middle finger’s knuckle pressed against her sex.
‘Ho fuck!’ Dan moaned.
‘Ho fuck indeed,’ Chloe chuckled as she forced her closed fingers in to her cunt.
Chloe watched the look on Dan’s face as she slowly worked her closed fingers inside her. She could see the look of unbelievable desire on his face as she pushed deeper.
Chloe felt her cunt lips stretching wide and she relaxed her muscles. She’d been working on this for months. She had no idea where the idea had sprang from.
Chloe knew when to push and when she felt the last of her muscles relax she pressed on. She laughed when Dan’s eyes widened.
The look on Dan’s face was one of awe and Chloe loved seeing that etched across his handsome features.
Dan watched as Chloe’s petite hand disappeared inside her soaking wet sex.
‘Holy fuck!’ Dan grunted. ‘That’s fucking amazing!’
Chloe nodded her head.
‘Keep watching,’ she instructed and Dan simply nodded his head.
Chloe pulled slowly out of her cunt and Dan groaned loudly.
Chloe then pushed her hand fully inside her stretched open cunt until only her wrist showed.
Chloe repeated this process twice more before finally leaving her hand inside her.
Chloe could feel her fist stretching her in a hundred places and she slowly started to turn her hand. Fractionally to the left and then back to the right.
‘That’s the dirtiest, sexiest, sordiest, kinkiest thing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.’
‘I knew you’d like.’
‘Love.’
Chloe flexed her hand and her orgasm thundered over and through her.
‘Fuck me I’m coming!’ Chloe cried out.
Dan saw Chloe squirting. Clear fluid arced out to splash across her thighs and against his groin.
‘Jesusfuckmeshit!’ Chloe gasped. She hadn’t expected that to happen.
Chloe pressed her shoulders in to the sheets and her eyes met Dan’s.
‘Wait!’ Chloe gasped. She’d seen the carnal hunger flash across Dan’s face.
‘No chance slut!’ Dan said.
Chloe grunted as his hands grabbed her thighs and he lifted her up.
‘I don’t know about this baby,’ Chloe laughed.
‘We’ll soon find out,’ Dan chuckled in reply. ‘Just don’t remove that fucking hand.’
‘I wasn’t going to,’ Chloe replied.
Chloe felt Dan’s engorged glans pressing against her puckered ass-hole.
‘Fuck it!’ Chloe grunted. ‘Do it!’
Dan thrust his cock slowly in to her ass.
Chloe’s orgasm morphed in to a second as Dan’s cock slid all the way in to her ass.
‘Fuck me, I can feel your hand against my cock,’ Dan gasped.
‘Shee-it!’ Chloe gasped and she started to squirt like never before.
Clear fluid splashed against Dan’s abdomen as he fully impaled her with his cock.
Chloe felt a thousand sensations right then. Sensations that she wouldn’t be able to explain even if she had had access to a thesaurus.
Chloe laughed as her orgasms just rolled in on top of one another. No sooner did one start to ebb and a fresh wave of excruciating pleasure would roll over her.
The power of these rolling orgasms threatened to drown her.
Chloe cried out as Dan’s cock stretched her ass.
There was pain mixed in with the pleasure.
She loved both parts equally.
Chloe found the bottle of oil and she grinned at Dan.
‘Your hand, give me your hand,’ she gasped.
Dan grinned.
Chloe coated his hand with oil.
‘Be gentle though,’ she warned.
‘Always,’ he replied.
Chloe slowly extracted her hand from her cunt. The noises it made caused them both to laugh.
‘Quick, before I come to my fucking senses,’ Chloe said.
*****
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
Chloe waddled in to the room from the bathroom.
Dan laughed from his spot on the bed.
‘Isn’t that just a little too much exaggeration?’
Chloe laughed. She ran across the room and hopped up on to the bed. She dropped down on to Dan.
‘I can’t believe we did that,’ Dan said.
He reached up and cradled Chloe’s heavy breasts.
‘I can,’ Chloe replied. She kissed the tip of his nose.
‘They’re heavy,’ Dan said bouncing her breasts in his palms.
‘Well d’uh, that’s where you come in.’
Dan’s mouth closed on her right nipple.
Chloe sighed as he started to suckle.
‘Damn, I love you you kinky fucker!’
Chloe sighed as the pressure slowly eased inside her heavy breast.
Chloe closed her eyes.
‘Don’t stop until you’ve milked them both.’
*****
The equipment had been provided for them by this city’s dark underbelly. It had only taken Chloe a few bars for her to locate the sort of man that could help them. Three phone-calls and a rather thorough pat-down later and Chloe had been seated opposite the city’s crime lord.
Chloe had listened to the man’s bravado, how he had wrestled control from the Fat Man (Chloe didn’t know if it was a slight against the previous crime boss’ weight or whether that was actually the man’s name - she hadn’t really cared one way or the other).
The new boss was a good looking thirty-something who went by the name of Nicky. Again, Chloe had no way of knowing if that was his actual name or an alias, and as with the Fat Man she hadn’t cared.
Nicky had eyed her the whole time that she had sat across from him and she had endured all the usual innuendos and leering glances. Nicky had what she had needed so if his seeing a flash of nipple or the curve of her buttock made him more inclined to provide what they needed then she could live with all the leering glances he wanted to aim at her.
After an hour of tense negotiations Nicky had come to an agreement on price and delivery. After that it had been plain sailing.
Before she had left Nicky he had said: ‘That’s a lot of fire power for such a petite little thing as yourself.’
Chloe had just nodded her head.
*****
Dan looked up from the toolbox as Chloe stepped in to the suite.
‘How’s it going?’
Dan’s eyes drifted up from her crotch and he smiled up at her.
‘A whole lot better now that you’re here.’
Chloe chuckled as she took a seat on the room’s only chair.
‘My eyes are up here baby,’ she teased.
Dan laughed.
‘If you wanted me to be looking at your eyes you wouldn’t be parading around here in just your lingerie.’
Chloe laughed.
‘You got me,’ she said and she let her legs fall open so that Dan could see the black silky gusset of her knickers.
Dan smiled.
Chloe looked at the large plastic box that Dan was currently screwing together. Chloe watched as Dan worked, she could see the tight cords of muscle in his neck and across his broad shoulders. As he twisted the bolt in to its hole she could see his muscles tensing and she felt an all-too-familiar tingling between her legs.
An hour later and with sweat trickling down his face and arms Dan finally stood up and stretched the aches from his back. Dan took a step back from the large plastic cube.
The cube was roughly five foot a side, six sides in total, in some ways it looked like a giant R
ubik’s cube, except this cube was entirely black in colour.
Chloe licked her lips when he turned to look at her and he chuckled.
‘Damn it Dan, you are sex-on-legs.’
‘I’m a sweaty mess,’ he said wiping the back of one arm across his face.
‘Absolutely, there is nothing sexier than a man drenched in sweat.’
Dan just shook his head. He peeled his t-shirt off and Chloe moaned as his hard torso was revealed to her.
Chloe pushed herself to her feet. She walked over to Dan and she smiled as his eyes roamed the length of her body.
‘Nice stripper heels,’ he joked.
‘Bastard,’ Chloe laughed. She slapped his chest. ‘I’ll have you know that these “stripper heels” are Louboutins.’
‘Doesn’t matter, you still look like a stripper in them,’ he added with a cocky grin.
Chloe scratched her false nails down the length of his abdomen and Dan laughed.
‘Behave or I’ll have to put you over my knee and give you a hard spanking.’
Chloe smiled. She pushed up on to the tips of her heels and she lightly kissed the corner of Dan’s mouth.
‘Promises, promises,’ she whispered seductively.
Dan’s hands grasped her buttocks and he pulled her in against his sweaty torso.
‘Ew!’ Chloe groaned as Dan’s sweaty body pressed against her. Chloe pushed him away and he laughed.
‘Thought you said you liked me all sweaty?’
‘I do, to look at,’ Chloe laughed in reply.
Dan’s gaze settled on Chloe’s chest, the black push-up bra that she was wearing was totally unneeded but he wasn’t going to tell her so.
The bra clung to her large breasts and the black beaded necklace that she was wearing trailed promisingly down between her breasts. Chloe’s knickers matched the bra and he had to admit that he had missed his wife’s sexual predation this last year. Dan had also forgotten just how much he loved seeing Chloe parading around in nothing but high-heels, lingerie and fishnet hold-ups.
Chloe stepped past him and she studied the large plastic cube in the middle of the room. She walked around it, she made sure to swing her hips as she did so and she smiled when she heard a small moan escape from Dan’s lips.
Chloe crouched down to study the cube and she rapped her knuckles against one of its side. The sound of her knocking was dull, almost like knocking on an oak door.
Chloe stood up and finally she turned to Dan.
‘You’re sure this thing will work?’
‘Yeah, it’ll work,’ he replied.
Chloe nodded her head.
Dan slipped past her and she watched as he twisted a small hexagonal knob and one side of the large cube swung open.
Dan crouched down and manoeuvred himself in to the cube. He pressed something inside the cube that Chloe couldn’t see and the side swung shut behind him.
Dan was now hidden inside the cube.
Chloe walked over to the expansive balcony doors and she pulled them open. She stepped out on to the balcony and she looked down at the city street below.
This suite was on the tenth floor and it offered wide views of two busy thoroughfares. Chloe leaned out over the balcony and looked down at the pavement far below.
Chloe stepped back from the balcony’s railing and she returned to the suite.
Chloe watched the side of the cube swing open and Dan stepped out.
‘What can I do to help?’ Chloe asked.
Dan shrugged his shoulders.
‘Stay sexy?’
Chloe laughed, ‘I can do that.’
Dan pushed the large cube towards the open patio doors, he strained as he rotated it until the side that would swing open was now facing back in to the room.
‘How long do we have?’ Dan asked.
Chloe looked at her watch.
‘Seventy minutes if the congressman remains on schedule.’
Dan nodded his head.
‘He’ll be on time, he’s a stickler for keeping to his schedule.’
Dan walked across the room to a long oak sideboard. Chloe joined him as he opened a large heavy duty plastic case.
Dan prised the lid open and Chloe whistled.
The case contained a Chey Tac International M200 sniper rifle. The rifle’s component parts were embedded in heavy duty foam.
Dan started to assemble the rifle and within two minutes he was cradling the lethal weapon in his arms.
‘You’re sure this’ll do the job?’ Chloe asked.
‘It did just fine in Australia if you recall.’
Chloe nodded her head. She remembered Australia only too well. The hours waiting for the target to emerge, the heat, the discomfort, the way the man’s head had…
‘You okay?’ Dan asked.
Chloe smiled and nodded her head again.
‘I’m fine, just thinking of Australia.’
Dan grinned, ‘I remember you peeing your pants.’
Chloe laughed at the memory.
‘You told me to.’
Dan chuckled as he loaded the rifle with a single four-oh-eight calibre round.
‘Just the one?’
Dan nodded his head.
‘I’ll only get one chance, if I miss we’ll have to go to plan B.’
‘Don’t miss then,’ Chloe replied. She had no wish to put plan B in to action.
Dan walked over to the large cube and he slipped inside it. The side closed behind him and Chloe stood in front of the cube, the balcony doors at her back.
Chloe looked down when she heard a rasping sound - a small rectangular panel slid open. A second later and the barrel of the powerful sniper rifle came in to view.
Chloe crouched down directly in front of the rectangular panel and she heard Dan’s chuckle.
‘What?’
‘Your crotch looks great through this scope.’
Chloe laughed. She reached between her legs and pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side.
Dan’s laughter, though audible was greatly muffled.
‘You should start to get ready Chloe, we need to be out of the hotel within minutes of my taking this shot.’
Chloe covered her sex before getting up.
The rifle’s barrel disappeared and Chloe waited for the side to swing open.
The side of the cube swung open and Dan stepped out.
‘You know what to do and when to do it?’ Dan asked.
Chloe nodded her head.
‘Okay,’ Dan said. He gave Chloe a lingering kiss before he ushered her from the room.
Dan walked over to the rifle case and he lifted out a small clear plastic packet. The packet contained earplugs, without them he’d blow his eardrums when his finger pulled the trigger.
*****
CHAPTER TWELVE.
Chloe slipped the almost-sheer black silk dress up her thighs, she wiggled her hips to work the material up over ass. She slipped her hands inside the thin shoulder straps and she shuffled the dress up her body until the silk was amassed below her breasts.
Chloe adjusted the thin spaghetti straps on her shoulders and worked the dress up over her breasts. She shimmied to let the dress settle against her curves and she admired herself in the mirror.
‘High class hooker,’ she muttered.
Chloe touched up her make-up before gathering up all of her possessions. She piled everything in to her shoulder-bag and she zipped it shut.
Chloe lifted one heeled foot on to the edge of the bed and she swept the silk dress up her thigh until her suspender straps were on show.
Chloe picked up the nylon thigh-holster and attached it to her thigh, she tightened the Velcro strapping before lowering her foot to the floor.
The dress settled mid-thigh and she performed a couple of turns to make sure that the concealed holster wasn’t visible through the flimsy dress.
Satisfied that nothing showed she walked over to the small dresser and picked up the small but powerful pistol. The Sig-Sauer was
a favourite of hers, it fit nicely in her hand and its lightness would not pull on the holster.
Chloe racked the slide to check that the firing chamber was clear before she palmed a fresh clip in to its grip. Chloe racked the slide again and flicked the safety off.
Chloe raised her dress and slid the pistol in to its holster. She stood in front of the mirror and practised pulling the pistol several times.
Chloe grinned, she’d got it down to a fine art and she was now capable of pulling the pistol and bringing it to aim in under two seconds.
‘Move over Gibson, there’s a new lethal weapon in town,’ Chloe said. She laughed and she felt her face blooming red with embarrassment.
Chloe made a final sweep of the suite and once she was satisfied that she hadn’t left anything behind she picked up her bag and slipped it over her left shoulder.
Chloe stopped at the suite’s door, she crouched down and checked that the explosive device that she had attached earlier to the bottom of the door was still good to go.
It was.
Chloe set its timer for 30 minutes. She flicked a small switch that started the bomb’s timer.
Chloe watched it count down and when it reached 29:00 she nodded her head and opened the door.
Chloe exited the room and she hung a “Do Not Disturb” card on the suite’s handle.
The door clicked shut behind her and she headed for the elevators.
*****
Dan could feel his legs starting to cramp. He hadn’t moved from his front in almost 45 minutes. His knees were bent behind him, his feet up in the air and he moved his feet up and down so that they bounced off the back of his thighs.
He felt some of the cramping fade and he let out an uncomfortable moan.
Dan had wanted the larger cube but their contact hadn’t been able to provide one at such short notice. He’d had to settle for the next size down. This size cube was usually used for shooters taking shots from a kneeling position but kneeling wasn’t an option for Dan – the retort from the rifle would be immense and he didn’t want to risk his shot.
The cube was a next generation piece of kit that was in its early testing stages with the military. Made of composite plastics and foam it could be assembled by two people in under an hour – it had taken Dan on his own a little longer.
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