Secretly Seduced: The Interview Series Book One

by White, L. E.

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  “Open your mouth and play with your pussies,” instructed Mike aiming a video camera at Stacy and Adriana, lying side by side in the oversized tub.

  After each of the six had orgasmed in the girl’s anus, they unceremoniously picked up the pair, carried them to the master bath and dumped them in the tub.

  “Piss love time,” said Mark aiming his pee hole at their mouths.

  Obediently, Stacy and Adriana opened their mouth and stuck out their tongues as the stream of hot beer piss landed on their face. Both girls furiously worked their clit as Brad joined in, directing his flow at their pussies.

  “Swallow all you can,” ordered Mike leaning in for a close-up.

  This is beyond perverted and sick but it is turning me on realized Stacy as she began to writhe in orgasm. Six streams of urine were landing on their bodies covering them from head to toe.

  Dark yellow pee played across Stacy’s body driving her from one orgasm to another. Her olfactory nerves felt on fire as she breathed in the overpowering aroma.

  “I’m coming,” screamed Stacy after she swallowed a mouthful of Mark’s golden elixir.

  When Stacy realized the men’s bladder were empty, she rotated her position bring her face in contact with Adriana’s pussy. An inch of pee covered the bottom of the tub.

  “Piss in my mouth while I eat your cunt,” ordered Stacy as her mouth attacked Adriana’s sex.

  The Posse watched open mouthed as the two girls experienced multiple orgasms that didn’t end until their bladder were empty.

  When their lust finally subsided, Mike spoke. “You girls wash the piss off and brush your teeth. Then join us in the bedroom. Your little piss love session got us horny again.”

  Chapter 15 Hidden Space

  “Man, I am so fucked out,” said Mike as he and Zack entered the living room. They were hunting for their clothes preparing to leave. It was nearly three in the morning.

  Moments before in the bedroom Stacy had been on top of Mike in what Portia later identified as the cowgirl reverse table top position. The soles of her feet were resting on Mike’s kneecaps. Her arms pointed straight down braced on his muscular shoulders. His hands supported her hips as she thrust her belly toward the ceiling. She lifted her lower body to where his cockhead almost exited her well-lubricated asshole then she lowered herself driving his dick inside her rectum as far as it would reach. Her abdominal muscles contracted squeezing his penis with every ounce of energy she could muster.

  Stacy’s head was tilted back and down. The crown of her head pointed toward the bed board. Her blonde sweat soaked hair hung down to Mike’s chest. The position opened her throat for Mark who was standing straddle of Mike thrusting his cock in her mouth. His hands were twisting and kneading her nipples as he forced his penis into Stacy’s throat.

  “Stand on the bed and skull fuck her, Mark,” said Mike when Stacy first got on top of him and guided his penis past her sphincter. Skull fucking was a term Stacy hadn’t heard before. But what Mark did wasn’t the oral sex she experienced. It was like his cock was a weapon he rammed down her throat while hurting her nipples so badly she wanted to scream. And if that wasn’t enough, the slenderer Zack was kneeling between Stacy and Mike’s legs shoving his cock in her vagina. He would catch her inflamed clitoris between his thumb and second finger. He would squeeze hard until the finger slipped off making a snapping sound. Each time she heard that snapping sound, her clit screamed in pain.

  “That’s a clit snap, Stacy. Pimps tell me it hurts like hell,” said Zack reaching up with his free hand to squeeze her throat increasing the pressure of Mark’s cock.

  “That’s about a complete a fucking as a woman can ever expect,” said Portia when Stacy later described what occurred. “I don’t know how you can get more out of a female body than those three got out of yours.”

  “I wasn’t the first woman they’ve tripled. They knew exactly what to do,” said Stacy.

  They seemed focused, intent on proving a point as they slammed into her. It was pain and pleasure to the max as Zack ruthlessly tormented her love button while Mark all but choked her with his cock while he brought searing pain to her nipples.

  But to Mike, Mark and Zack, Stacy’s reaction was a surprise. Far from wanting to escape their brutality she appeared to relish it. Her grunts and moans of pleasure combined with the way her body reacted to torment were unexpected.

  Later, Stacy could only understand her reaction as totally animalistic. Her rational human self was absent replaced by previously dormant instincts. Her strong youthful body unleashed intense feeling of passion and abandon as her cognitive senses shut down allowing her pleasure centers to rule her being. Stacy felt her core muscles contract and expand as she experienced a state of continuous orgasm. The sensation of having three hard cocks inside her body took the intensity of her climax to a higher level as her synapses fired high-energy bolts electrifying her cerebral cortex.

  Fucking those three dicks became my entire existence decided Stacy later. There was nothing left in my universe other than the will to fuck.

  “I’m coming,” said Mike raising his hips off the bed to slam his groin against Stacy’s buttocks.

  “Gonna blow,” said Mark responding to the pressure in his groin that signaled ejaculation was imminent. “Swallow every drop, bitch.”

  “Let’s go together on three,” said Zack before he counted.

  Stacy’s brain bordered on madness and hysteria as she felt all three men commence to orgasm. Writhing and twisting as they spurted their essence in her, she experienced the sensation of having three rivers of hot semen racing into her core and intermixing like the lava flows she witnessed during a family vacation to Hawaii’s big island.

  She lay on the bed twitching and moaning for several minutes after Mike had unceremoniously rolled her off him. He and the other two had gone to the kitchen for something to drink. Stacy was vaguely aware they were laughing and talking about what a cock mad whore she was.

  Stacy covered in sweat, her wet hair plastered to her skull, finally got up and wandered zombie like into the living room and collapsed on the couch. One of Zodiac’s DVDs was playing as Mike and Zack entered the room to get dressed. Mark walked in, leaned over and kissed Stacy then dropped to the floor in front of her and fell asleep.

  Stacy was lying on the couch watching hardcore porn on the large screen television through almost closed eyes. Two buxom blondes were holding down a third smaller brunette forcing a large dildo in her vagina. When she heard the two men enter, he quickly closed her eyes pretending to be asleep. The Epps brothers had left a few minutes before and Lou was asleep in the bedroom with Adriana.

  “I’m pussy whipped,” said Mike buttoning his shirt

  “I need eight hours sleep and a bowl of Wheaties before I’m ready to screw again. Stacy’s SI is off the charts,” said Zack stepping over Mark looking directly down on Stacy’s naked form. “Cunt’s dead to the world.”

  “SI,” asked Mike?

  “Slut Index, Myrna in Records told me that one. Where did you find her anyway?”

  “District Court, she was there with her parents. Sean Mulcahy was representing her. She and a girl friend were collared for shoplifting. Girlfriend fled the state. I was wondering who was crazy enough to hire a five hundred dollar an hour lawyer for a shoplifting case. Her parents on her dad’s side got megabucks. She was so pissed about having to plead guilty. You could feel her anger. There was just something about her. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew it was there,” said Mike.

  “I’ve known a few women like her. Aileen, my second, reminds me of Stacy.”

  “Aileen’s problem was she never met a dick she didn’t like,” said Mike. “I never could understand why you married that nympho.”

  “Love is blind,” said Zack.

  “In your case, deaf and dumb too, I still can’t believe you caught her fucking the pizza delivery boy.”

  “I should have arrested her for s
tatutory rape but you guys would never have let me forget it. After we got divorced, I learned she was putting out for her personal trainer, the produce manager at the Shop and Go plus the black maintenance guy for the condo. I always wondered why at the monthly meeting, other owners would complain it took forever to get something fixed but we had same day service,” said Zack.

  “You still see her,” asked Mike?

  “I drop by occasionally for a booty call when her new hubby is out of town on business,” said Zack.

  “Life is strange,” said Mike.

  “Stacy’s like Aileen. Once you get her started on a cock diet, she can’t get enough,” said Zack. “She’s certainly pretty enough and the body is more than all right. I loved that yoga thing she did with us. That was real Kama Sutra. You teach her that?”

  “Nope, she thought that up on her own,” said Mike referring to when Stacy folded into Dead Man’s pose, bending into a shoulder stand bring her knees beside her ears. Mike and Zack had stood over her together fucking straight down into her pussy and asshole.

  “We all set for next week,” asked Mike?

  “Yeah, the Jamaican says he can handle the additional product,” said Zack sounding concerned. “But for now, that’s all he can handle.”

  “You don’t seem thrilled,” said Mike.

  “This isn’t New York or LA. Fifty kilos is a lot of heroin for a city this size. The Jamaican may have to reduce the price to move that much.”

  “I know but according to what I remember from Economics 101 reducing the price increases demand. And since heroin is addictive and we control the supply, things will balance out,” said Mike.

  “If you say so, but there has to be a limit somewhere. There are only six million people in greater Boston. We can’t make them all users,” said Zack.

  “I know. That’s why I’m expanding the product line to include Ecstasy and cocaine,” said Mike.

  “Great, that’s where the real money is. Who’s going to be our suppliers?” said Zack.

  “No more fucking middle men. For the coke, eventually we’re going right to the source, the Cardozo brothers. But Serrentino will be our supplier until we build the demand.”

  “How did you manage that?”

  “I made a connection with an old family friend. We start out working through New York but if all goes well, we will be dealing directly with the cartel. The Epps are going to make a major bust of the coke dealers in Boston to eliminate the competition. Brad and Bobby are going to be heroes in a couple of weeks.”

  “That’s the big time. And the E?”

  “Flown in from Israel each month. Flight attendant on El Al will deliver ten thousand tablets to start,” said Mike.

  “Who’ll move that,” asked Zack?

  “Leslie Cabot.”

  “Who the fuck is that? Is she one of the real Cabots?”

  “Yes, she’s a true Cabot. Obviously, you do not hang with the city’s social elite. Leslie is a professional party girl whose trust fund does not meet her needs. She’s looking to supplement her meager income so she doesn’t have to drive last year’s Mercedes. Leslie Cabot’s on a first name basis with every hot DJ, hip restaurateur, and club owner in the city. She gets twenty five percent of retail.”

  “What’s the street price of a tablet?”

  “Ten dollars, the Israeli gets two. We should clear thirty thousand a month at first but it will grow. Brad and Bobby will watch her back.”

  “Sounds like we’re moving into the big time,” said Zack. “Any plans for her beyond being a fuck toy?” Zack gestured toward Stacy.

  “Yeah, if she passes all the tests. At this point, I’d say the jury’s still out,” said Mike.

  “And if she doesn’t?”

  “There’s always the Atlantic or the Charles,” said Mike. “Still, it would be a waste.”

  “Your last protégé didn’t make it,” said Zack. “She was a looker, too.”

  “Stacy’s smarter. Besides, it’s the uncertainty that makes life interesting,” said Mike as the two men finished dressing.

  “Can you let me have my cut early? Kendra said the next time I was late with her alimony and child support, she was calling her lawyer,” said Zack.

  “Sure, there’s enough cash in the kitty,” said Mike. “Five thousand ok?”

  “Can you make it seventy five hundred?”

  “No problem.”

  Stacy listened as the men went into one of the back bedrooms. Stacy head the closet door slide open. She couldn’t hear what they were saying.

  “Thanks, Mike, see you at the station,” said Zack as the two men left.

  Stacy got up quietly stepping over a sleeping Mark. When she peeked in the master bedroom, she saw Lou in bed asleep curled up with Adriana. He was snoring loudly holding her in his arms. Stacy tiptoed into the spare bedroom. The furniture looked like something advertised on television as a complete bedroom set for less than a thousand dollars. She took a deep breath and reached for the closet door. She opened it very slowly trying not to make any noise.

  The closet was empty except for a dozen equally empty coat hangers. It can’t be empty thought Stacy. Mike opened it to give Zack the money. She ran her hand over the closet shelf but the only contact was with the painted pine. It’s got to be in here Stacy told herself. I heard him open the closet door. She was about to give up when she noticed the carpet was brushed to one side.

  Stacy kneeled down on the floor. She ran her hand along the baseboard. As her hand approached the corner, she felt a slight movement and heard a distinctive click. The side of the closet swung open to reveal an unlighted hidden space.

  Stacy stepped into the dark. Something touched her face almost causing her to scream. Her hand reflexively grabbed at the object catching it. It was a light chord. She pulled it and an overhead bulb illuminated the room.

  The first thing to catch her eye was the collection of guns and rifles. Someone had driven nails into the bare studs and hung a number of semi-automatic pistols by the trigger guard. Others were still in their original packages. It struck Stacy as unorganized.

  Quality firearms realized Stacy noting the manufacturer and models of the weapons. Then she saw the safe and the file cabinet. The key to the file cabinet was in the lock. Mike must have assumed the room was too well hidden to worry about locking it. Stacy slid the top drawer of the file cabinet open. It was filled with hanging folders. Names were hand printed on the tabs. It didn’t seem to be in any particular order.

  Mike Cabreeze, you need to alphabetize your filing and organize and clean your weapons decided Stacy recalling how her father’s collection was always perfectly ordered and meticulously clean. It was at that moment, she spied the tab reading Todd, Stacia G. She hurriedly removed the thick folder wishing her heart were not beating so fast.

  Jesus, how did he get that wondered Stacy when she found herself looking at her high school transcript? Beside the transcript was a DVD labeled Stacy Does Cambridge Gold Master. Stacy considered taking it but decided Mike might discover it was missing. She thumbed through a stack of pictures, some obviously taken with a telephoto lens. One picture caught her eye. It was Stacy coming out of the shower at her health club. A towel was around her waist but her breasts were clearly visible. Someone had used a felt tip pen to draw a circle around her boobs. There was an exclamation point beside the circle.

  Mother was right realized Stacy. Big breasts are a magnet for the wrong kind of men.

  Stacy’s review was interrupted by a noise coming from somewhere else in the apartment. Stacy quickly slipped the folder back in the drawer and closed it. She took a quick look around to make sure she hadn’t disturbed anything then pulled the light chord and stepped back into the closet. She slid the panel in place. A click signaled that everything was as Mike left it.

  After gently closing the closet door, Stacy made it to the hallway where she ran into Mark.

  “I was looking for you,” said Mark taking Stacy in his arms.


  “Pee time, the other bathroom is a sewer,” said Stacy noting that the guest bathroom was down the same hall.

  “Power nap recharged my batteries,” said Mark pressing his groin against Stacy.

  “I can tell,” said Stacy taking hold of his semi-hard cock and stroking it.

  “One more for the road, just you and me.”

  “Good, I’m still horny,” said Stacy. “Let’s get hot and crazy.”

  ***

  Afterwards, Stacy considered it both the best and worst fuck of her life. “Heavy,” had been Portia’s only comment after Stacy described what happened.

  She and Mark had started slow, seated on the couch making out. Mark was her age and quite handsome with a trim athletic body magnificently equipped with a penis Stacy considered a work of art. It was smooth and perfectly shaped with a healthy pink mushroom head complemented by a deep flair perfect for a girl’s lips to grasp as she worked her tongue over its spongy surface. But after a few exploratory touches and passionate kisses, she realized the toll the night had taken on her body.

  Her nipples were painfully tender to the touch. She’d lost count of the times they’d been sucked beyond pleasure into the realm of pain. The tendrils of flesh had been pulled, twisted, and crushed. Her entire areola fell dry and inflamed. She had the sense her roughly used orifices were equally raw and inflamed.

  When Mark’s mouth covered the end of her breast biting her flesh, she wanted to scream but somehow she managed to stay in control. It was important Mark not start wondering why she had been in the back bedroom.

  “That hurt,” asked Mark sensing her discomfort?

  “Sorry, they’ve seen a lot of use,” said Stacy.

  “So it should hurt,” said Mark leaning down to take the other nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard then bite into her areola.”

  “That hurt too,” said Stacy her eyes watering with pain.

  “Hold my balls,” said Mark.

  Stacy’s hand was barely large enough to grip his large testicles. They felt hot.