by Sasha Medly
“Me, I just love to hang out with my friends, a diversion after a day’s work.” Kim said,
“Really?” Jimmy said, smiling.
“How ‘bout you, what brought you here?” Kim reciprocated the questioning,
“Me, well, just had a massive promotion and I think a little celebration is in order.”
“That’s nice,” Kim said, at the back of her mind, she was planning how to drown him with infatuation. So, as her first move, she wraps her lips around the straw provided alongside with the drinks, in the subtlest yet evocative manner. Her eyes stare straight at Jimmy’s in an attempt to rouse his emotion and connect with him subconsciously.
Jimmy noticed how Kim’s mood changed slightly. A minute ago, she was quite uptight, even anxious, yet now, somehow the mood has changed. Somehow Jimmy can feel her now being loose and more open to a conversation. The two continued on through the hour, talking, giggling and laughing.
After a few minutes of niceties, pleasantries, jokes and a bit of stories of their past, the time for action came. Kim knew well that she has Jimmy in the palm of her hands at that moment and anything she do, he would interpret as a flirtation. Kim then looks straight at Jimmy, as he now takes a bite off a sandwich he just ordered, then out of the blue, he felt something. It was Kim and she was touching his legs with her feet. Jimmy’s eyes went from looking happy to a stare that show a welling up of desire. The sensation was coursing through Jimmy’s spine like thousands of volts of electricity. The hair on his nape stood up and he felt extremely enticed by what Kim was doing. Her foot slip up inside Jimmy’s slacks and touched his bare skin. It was an amazing feeling that even the most polygamous playboy.
A stare and a sense of mutual understanding was enough for their chatter to advance to the next level. It was time, and Kim knew well that Jimmy wanted it more than ever. So, she stood up and so did Jimmy, she held his hand and they walked slowly out of the bar and into the hotel, where she and her friends would bring their captured preys and play with their emotions for one whole night.
Room 12
The two went inside the hotel Marne, a quite fancy name for an ordinary traveler’s bed and breakfast, which was established just after the turn of the century. A billboard with the emblazoned name of the hotel, can be seen above the main entrance of the building, lit by halogen bulbs. It was a far cry from the Vittorio hotel of his uncle, which he now controls but it was decent enough for any self-respecting person to spend the night in.
Immediately after the two went in, Kim held Jimmy’s hand and led her silently towards the bed. The room wasn’t that big, but it still has a tinge of class. It had one bed, a small bar for drinks, and a big LED television set. Kim tugged subtly on Jimmy’s arm and made him sit on the bed. Her eyes fixed onto Jimmy’s eyes, conveying to him clearly what he is in for that night. Here was Jimmy, one of the most powerful man in the city that night, under the enchantment of this woman, who he just met in a bar.
Kim in her one piece red dress, skirt’s just slightly above the knee, revealing her pristine legs, sumptuous and enticing, stood in front of a seated Jimmy, prostate and submissive to her. She gave him a deep kiss, an affront to Jimmy’s male character, yet pleasurable in every way. The kiss lingered as the heat from their mouths convex, their tongues swirl like serpents in copulation.
Yet, before Jimmy could wander his hands over her body, Kim released her lock on Jimmy’s mouth. She then slowly unbuttoned the man’s velvet shirt. After the last button was undone, then Jimmy’s chest was now bare for Kim to view. The firm yet not muscular chest of an athlete, but instead of a normal person, whose body was sculpted by his well-mixed genes. Kim slid her palms over Jimmy chest and felt his skin, the tiny hairs over his chest, and his nipples, small and pinkish and she hovered her mouth over it. Breathe warm air over Jimmy’s skin and touched it with her tongue, bombarding him with an onslaught of sensations. Jimmy wanted to grab Kim and throw her on the bed and ravage her, but he was restrained not by earthly shackles, but with Kim’s dominating aura. Her eyes arrest the heart of anyone who dared to peer into it. It was if, imbued with her was the gift of hypnosis, that can bend anyone to her will. Pleasure she provides, but Kim decided solely on when she will oblige.
After her sojourn on Jimmy’s chest, she moved downwards, kneeling in front of Jimmy, as if in prostration at the feet of a saint. Her hands slid down, gracefully, rehearsed to perfection. Upon Jimmy’s belt, did Kim’s hand rest and began to unbuckle it. She stares often at Jimmy, stares straight to his eyes, piercing stares that tingles the mind with unexplainable excitement. Jimmy’s pants were now unlatched, unzipped, revealing his entirety. His excitement cannot be hidden as the erection hidden beneath his underwear says everything. Like the Adagio of Albinoni, the rising tension doesn’t end, it was if the sorrow of unfulfilled desire lingers on to infinity, devouring his soul as his climax continues to be out of reach. Yet, Kim offers an end to such longing. She pulled down his underwear and uncovers Jimmy’s engorged member. She held it gently, caressing it tenderly to which Jimmy can’t help but moan softly. Kim kisses it and slid her moist lips over its throbbing head. Kim’s warm breath accentuated the act and never in Jimmy’s life did he experience such form of fellatio.
Her tongue played with it as Jimmy’s shaft slid in and out of Kim’s mouth. Yet it was not over and Kim halted her prostration. She stood up, slowly pulled down her panties, climbed on top of Jimmy and allowed him to get inside of her. Jimmy was incredibly stiff at the point and his cock penetrated Kim with ease. A soft moan from Kim as she moved up and down as she sat on Jimmy’s package. Up and down, Kim moved and swayed her hips back and front. Jimmy’s length was good enough to reach all the important spots inside of Kim’s and she, for the first time, after experiences with different men started to have fun.
She couldn’t believe it that she was actually enjoying it. The sensation she felt caught her off-guard. Jimmy felt it as well and knew that she was having a good time. Then at that moment, after Kim held the reins, it was his turn and he stood up, still inside of her and placed her on the bed. He then started to thrust himself in and out of her, faster and faster, harder and harder. Jimmy knew how to handle women and he was elated to know that Kim wasn’t different down there. Yes, her eyes was extraordinary, but it is still the man who will provide pleasure for her. Each thrust was enough to stimulate all the erogenous zones inside of Kim. The bed rattled as Jimmy’s thrust started to become rapid. Then almost suddenly, Kim felt her body tingle and twitch, it was an orgasm and it was the first time in months, not counting her masturbation exploits. This was the first time she felt an orgasm induced by a man’s dick.
It was an explosive emotion and her face was in a pleasurable agony. This was the just the first time as Jimmy had full control over his faculties. He can go on, all through the night, stiff and in control, which Kim found out surprisingly and enjoyed it. A few minutes after her first orgasm, Jimmy, who shifted his position and pace in his thrust, Kim can feel another one coming. The feeling was unbelievable, as she felt every part of her body tingle with pleasure. Her piercing eyes now looked helpless, as if devastated by a deluge of sensation, which she can’t comprehend. It was the second of the night and it was not over.
Jimmy was like a machine, without any worry of blowing his load prematurely. He pulled out of Kim and made her turn around so that he can enter her from the back. Kim obliged and she turned over, and with a massive thrust, Jimmy started again his penetration. After a few minutes, Kim felt another orgasm waiting to explode. Her heart was pounding severely, her panting was deep and she was perspiring all over. The orgasm loomed slowly and slowly, inching closer upon every thrust and at the moment of no return, with one last thrust, Kim’s orgasm again pours. She can feel the wetness from inside of her ooze slightly, some of it dripping on the covers. Her arms lose strength and she slumped on to the bed, breathing heavily, exhausted and almost without any strength. Kim felt that she won’t be able to handle another one as s
he had three already. Yet it was not over for Jimmy, who was still unfulfilled. The night continued on, and their tryst lingered and the intensity didn’t wane, especially for Jimmy. Having now full rein over Kim he can now do everything he wanted to do. His thrusts continue to pound deeply into Kim’s and which such intensity, his orgasm finally came. Kim could feel the warmth filling her up inside and the moaning Jimmy vociferated. The tryst was to go on all night and both of them found out something deep inside of them, the animal inside of them were roused and the night became the hottest they both had in all their life.
The End.
story
“Wait here”, Jake Finch, the town’s fire marshal, said to his bodyguard at the door to The Haunt.
In a run-down section of Houston, Texas was a bar named The Haunt. A fitting name for a place haunted by secrets, trysts, affairs and other nefarious activities. The Haunt was owned and operated by Carlos Arango. Carlos was a con artist of the worst kind; a weasel, who very rarely resorted to violence to get what he wanted. Rather, he used his influence and smooth talk to slide himself out of trouble and lay that trouble on someone else.
The Haunt was a hangout spot for high society people. They liked to have drinks there because of the anonymity it offered. Anything one wanted they could get it there. Law enforcers never bothered to shut down The Haunt because the finer details required for almost all major busts were picked up here. Liquor really did have a way of loosening people’s tongues.
The Haunt offered underground parking with proper security, the only thing that didn’t quite fit into the sleazy atmosphere. A glance in the parking area would show why. There were Audis, Bugattis, Lamborghinis and sometimes even collectible cars parked there at times.
Finch swaggered over to the bar and asked the bartender for Carlos.
“Yo Carlos”, the bartender shouts, “There’s someone here to see you.”
Carlos comes out, all sexy and drop dead gorgeous not that it would help Finch didn’t care much for men. When he sees Finch, he beckons to him to go over to a secluded section of the bar. He pulls out a stool and offers Finch the one adjacent to him. Finch snorts at his outstretched hand.
“This isn’t a friendly call. It's business. Boss says you better fork out what you owe”, Finch began.
“What’s new?” Carlos asked, puffing on his cigar.
“This is”, Finch said slamming his phone on the table pressing play.
“Carlos, long time, my patience is running out. You’re twenty four hours from being shut down”, the recording said.
Carlos recognized the voice of Judge Carey, the appeal court judge who he had borrowed money from to finance the upgrades to his bar. He was a bit unnerved but he wasn’t about to let Finch know that.
“And what could I do to increase the twenty four hours eh Jakey. Don’t wanna disappoint the people”, Carlos said gesturing to the customers who dotted the bar.
“Five hundred grand says you get another day to live. Forfeit and I will personally shut this bar down. That’s the least of your problems though. My men will bury you”, Finch said before walking off.
Jake realized the impossibility of the deal. Even Carlos could never pull that off. Let that weasel stew in his own mess. There was no way he would worm his way out of this one. Normally, Carlos would have a scapegoat, someone to take the fall. He didn’t care about anyone or anything except his business. It was his whole life. Finch had hit a raw nerve. For the first time in many years Carlos had no plan. He knew what they said was true and he knew if he ever saw Finch again after the twenty four hours it would be trouble – big trouble. The last person who had crossed that judge had had two fingers of his right hand ch opped off – in prison! These were people he didn’t want to cross. He racked his brain and came up with nothing. He never had regrets but he was coming pretty close.
Carlos relieves the bartender and tells him to wait tables. Sometimes mixing the liquor gave him time to think and come up with great ideas. Tonight was no different; he recalled a conversation from two nights ago.
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Jane and Reesa McDuff sat at the bar. They were only seventeen and eighteen respectively but he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the law so he poured whatever they ordered, knowing that therein laid a hefty tip to buy his silence. He overheard the girls talking about silver that their dad had appraised for a friend. Among their ranting and raving about how hot he was and how much she would love to sleep with him Reesa pulled out a piece she had fenced from her dad and told her sister how much it was worth. Jane’s eyes were as big as saucers when she heard the figure. Even Carlos’ interest was piqued. They managed to get a chuckle from him, but anyone with that much money lying around in silver was an idiot. He would need more details if he was to take on the plan that he had in mind he was already stewing one, he only had to come up with finer details and he knew just how. Of the two sisters Reesa was the easiest she was always trying to lay with just about any guy with a dick and Carlos had a huge one if talk was anything to go buy he would just have to find out if Reesa liked them huge and that should do the tricked. All he had to do was get her hooked and he was certain she would tell him anything.
It has been two days since Carlos had that visit and he already had a date with Reesa, she invited him back to her apartment after having just a few drinks according to her she hadn’t had sex for the past three days and she was dying from the lack of it. They talked a little mostly about trivial stuff when she went to the bathroom and returned with just a thin lingerie on, Carlos move din for the kill. First he kissed her toes then slowly moved up her ankles to her calves using his tongue to trace all the way up to the atea beween her legs were he licked and without even blinking she spread her legs to reveal her private parts bare and ready for the taking, Carlos dipped his tongue in and he moaned “yes please don’t stop” but Carlos would stop unless he told him all he need to hear. Just like that he bled her of every drop of information before giving her the ultimate reward. He stood up and dropped his pants to his ankles by now she was begging to be fucked and he wasn’t going to hesitate any longer besides taking her was like putting icing on the cake. He levelled his cocked with her vagina and sunk himself deep into her she moaned and clawed at his lower back Carlos was feeling savage towards her but being balls deep inside her felt so good his feelings shifted a little. He pulled all the way out and slammed all the way back in taking no prisoners. He silence each scream with a flick of his hips, when her finger sunk deeper into his back he picked up the pace a man as experienced as he is could tell when a woman is about to come as he fucked her harder and faster she caved in giving up all of herself to him and he took it. Carlos too found his climax and almost as soon as he came he found his senses fucking he might not have been such a good idea there will probably be no getting rid of her now.
He looked down at her all happy and spent and he couldn’t help but admitting how beautiful she was, he lie with her and pulled her close leaving her now would be impossible. ______________________________________________________________________________
Based on what Reesa told Carlos getting this mark was a long shot but now Carlos wondered if that would be his ticket to freedom. He remembered Reesa said it was under the house. He figured it would have to be in the basement. Getting to the house would be easy enough with a hooded cover. However, getting into the house would be hard... though Reesa said it had a trapdoor on the outside. If it didn't he would be doomed.
In any event he didn't want to go alone and he didn't want to take along his usual backup. He needed someone who was just as desperate as he was. Desperation he could count on. That he could exploit. So he hatched a plan to rob the house.
He figured he would be able to open the trap door but what if the opening it led to was small. He had too much at stake to take along a partner but too much to lose if he couldn’t get in. So he sat there mixing drinks for an hour wondering how
he could accomplish his plan. There was no doubt in his mind that Finch and Carey would make good on their threats.
“No mom, I do not have to tell you when and where I party as long as I make my curfew remember. That was the deal”, said Allison.
“Well young lady we have a serious problem”, said Mrs. McNair.
“I found this in your bedside drawer, care to explain?” she asked pushing a bag toward Allison.
Allison’s heart sank. She tutored in the evenings. It was the bag of weed she had taken from one of her students. She should have destroyed it but somehow hadn’t remembered. This was yet another nail in her coffin. The latest slew in a string of things that were upsetting to her parents.
“I’m sorry about that. It’s not mine. I take full responsibility and it won’t ever happen again”, Allison pleaded.
“Where did it come from Allison?”
“Mom I can’t tell you that but I promise you it’s not mine. I don’t do drugs. I took it from someone to destroy it.”
“Allison!”
“Mom! Please! With all the things going on do you really think I would be smoking weed and taking it here?”
“What I think is that we have found the source of your false courage and your disrespect”, Mrs McNair spat in a contemptuous tone. “Your only hope is to tell me where it came from, after that we decide what happens.”
“I won’t”, Allison said defiantly.
“Please Allison if it’s not yours tell us so we can lay the blame squarely where it belongs”, her mother pleaded.
Allison stared at the wall.
“Allison we can’t have you living here if you won’t abide by our rules, you’re disrespectful, you are always in your room doing God knows what. We’re tired Allison, tired of it all. It’s stressing us out”, Mrs McNair said her voice rising with every word.