“Thaddeus had a 24-hour feed videoing his apartment. It’s auto-e-mailed to a private URL. Spatz gets that feed if Thaddeus doesn’t check in within his allotted 24-hour period — again, the dude was over-paranoid. Supposedly, Spatz is the only one with access to the URL, or who even knows about it, but I’m worried he’s not, and that if there’s someone else who knows about it, they might also know about me. That’s not good for any of us. Plus ... ” he swallowed, getting ready to tell her the truth. “ this all leads back to me. I found something in my arm — a transmitter — sophisticated shit beyond anything we’ve seen, maybe alien. I’m worried about the transmitter and what it means; why it was in my arm in the first place.”
“This will all be fine,” she reassured him, though she felt suddenly terrified. “So, what’s next now? Are we supposed to just wait for Spatz to get the URL and go from there?”
“Yup,” Brad said, “that’s exactly what it looks like. Now,” he dropped his towel to the floor and sat on the bed, “didn’t you have something you needed to take care of?”
Courtney smiled, slowly kneeled to a squat, then crawled on all fours over to Brad, stopping at his dick. “This is awfully hard after talking about Spatz,” she said. “Are you sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”
“I’ve secretly had a thing for Spatz for years. Really, I’m just using him to get to you.”
“Good job,” Courtney said, wrapping his cock in her palm and starting to stroke.
Brad leaned back and lightly moaned as Courtney started to gather her speed.
“Mmmmmm ... I like that.”
“I’m sure you do,” she giggled.
“I’d like it better if you put it in your mouth.”
“I’m sure you would, but I told you I’d give you a handjob, not a blowjob.”
“Mmmmm ... you said you’d take it in your mouth.”
“Your load, not your cock.”
“Mmmmm ... what’s the difference?”
“I like making you squirm,” she said. “This is the best way to do it.”
“Mmmmm ... can you play with your pussy?”
“Uh uh.”
“Mmmmm ... how about your tits?”
“Definitely not.” Courtney was stroking so fast she was afraid she might burn him. She stopped, spit on his dick, rubbed her spit all over his shaft, spit again, rubbed it more, then started stroking so fast that if Brad’s dick was a dry stick she’d be seconds from fire.
“Mmmmm ... uhuhuhuh ... mmmmm ... why not?”
“Because I want my full attention on you, and you’re already loud enough for both of us. Speaking of which, you better shut up unless you want Agent Drake Drillbits to make an appearance in Spatz’s next e-book.”
Brad panted, trying to make words. Though they fell out in a garble, Courtney knew he said, “I’m in his fucking books?!”
She laughed. “Yep, and Agent Drillbits and Bleu were fucking long before we were.”
Brad’s cock thickened in her hand. His tip was purple. “Oh, my,” she purred. “It looks like you’re ready to cum?” She stroked him faster. “Am I right, Brad Hammer? Are you ready to cum?”
He grunted a yes.
“Are you ready to cum in my mouth?”
He grunted a second yes, then his cock twitched in her palm. Courtney bent it back so the nozzle was aimed at her open mouth. She took the four hot blasts — each one thicker than the one before it — right in her mouth, swallowing each as they landed, except for the last one which she held inside, then opened her mouth to show Brad.
He smiled, then fell back to the bed, moaning in pleasure. “Yummy,” he said. She wanted to kiss him, open-mouthed, but didn’t. Brad was just enough of an asshole to not like getting kissed after she swallowed his load, but not so big an asshole that he wouldn’t. She didn’t want to obligate him after what was clearly a long night.
She crawled up onto the bed and lay beside him. They breathed together for maybe five minutes until their rhythm found a single sound. Their breath rose and fell in tandem until their quiet was cut by Brad’s phone buzzing.
“Sorry,” he said, “but I’ve gotta see who that is.”
He leapt up from bed, grabbing his towel on the way, then leaned down, showing Courtney his beautiful tight ass, fished the phone from his pants pocket with one hand while wiping his cock on the towel with the other. He looked at the screen, widened his eyes, and answered the phone, slipping back into the bathroom and running the water after holding a single finger to Courtney.
She didn’t like that he disappeared. She also didn’t like that he came out of the bathroom, evasive and in a hurry, quickly dressing in a clean suit.
“I’ve gotta go,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
Courtney could tell by his eyes that he didn’t want to share, but she wasn’t that easy. “Who was it?” she asked.
“A tip,” he said.
“A tip from whom?” Courtney asked, already knowing.
“You don’t want to know.”
Of course she wanted to know. It was Brad who didn’t want to say, though his face said plenty. The phone call was from Willow, and Courtney’s man was leaving to see her.
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CHAPTER 3 — Brad Hammer
Brad raced from his house toward the EZ Sleep Motel where Willow was staying. He had lost count of the number of trashy motels where he had met Ms. Monroe, either in the thicker fabric of reality, or in the bottomless depths of his dreams, where they would fuck for hours and promise to never let go — where they once met every night before it was clear that Courtney was his one true love.
He felt horrible. Courtney knew where he was headed, even if words weren’t exchanged. They didn’t need to be, she knew him, and his face. That meant she knew who was on the other side of his phone call. He would have felt bad enough — dropping Spatz off, shooting his spunk into her mouth, then taking off with barely a goodbye — but his heart was already beating faster knowing what he was probably about to do. Of course, he could tell himself he would fight it, but Willow was hard enough to fight under the best of circumstances, he’d barely made it out the first time with Courtney in a room above them. Across town, Brad figured, he didn’t stand a chance.
I have to say no, I owe it to Courtney.
Brad pulled into the EZ Sleep, killed the engine, and pulled his fat fuckstick up beneath the waistband of his slacks so Willow wouldn’t be able to see it — as if she wouldn’t be able to smell the cum boiling in his sack — then got out of the car and walked up to Room 4.
He pounded on the door. It swung open as his knuckles hit the third knock. “Come in,” Willow said.
She looked worried, almost panicked, definitely the most anxious Brad had ever seen her. Her usual calm was absent. Her eyes were wet and glassy, slightly red, like she’d just finished crying, or was seconds from starting. Still, she looked stunning as always, in a sheer skirt and crimson top.
“So,” he said, feeling impatient. He wanted to leave, not just because he had shit to untangle and Willow could help him figure out where to pull the first dangling thread, but because standing in a motel room with her was a time bomb Brad didn’t want to explode. He wanted nothing more than to refuse her, then return home to Courtney, look her in the eyes, and promise her that he’d managed to keep his dick in his pants.
“You have to drop this, Hammer,” Willow said without preamble.
“Drop what?”
“All of it,” she said. “It’s bad, and you’re in danger. I’m hearing too much chatter, all of it bad. I think you’re next.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Willow? I’m not in the mood for symbols and signs and fucking hieroglyphics. I need you to use English, please.”
She swallowed and took a step toward him, her face so worried it was almost haunted. Brad took a step back, not wanting her too close; not wanting to feel her breath or her skin or — most of all — her heat.
“My sources are vanishing.
”
“Which sources?” Brad asked.
“All of them,” Willow said, not really answering the question. “I think someone’s cleaning up a big mess. And I’m worried, mostly for you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“No,” she shook her head. “You won’t be. If you don’t drop it, you’ll be dead like everyone else.”
“Fuck that,” Brad said, suddenly angry. The rage flaring inside him was slightly surprising, but he welcomed it like an old friend. Anger could help him swallow his lust. “If people are vanishing, that means I’m close to something. I’ve never once shied from shit when I was nearing the end, and I’m sure as fuck not starting now.”
“There’s nothing I can do to convince you?” Willow whispered, blowing her concern like breath through the air.
The rage was gone, and his hard-on was back. She took another small step forward, but this time Brad stood frozen.
“Willow,” he said, holding his palms in front of his body. “I can’t.”
“I know,” she said, then kissed him anyway.
Every part of Brad wanted to stop, except for the parts that wanted to tear Willow in two.
Hating himself, he crushed her body against his, mashing his mouth harder against her, closing his eyes as her nimble fingers circled his cock.
Willow moaned into his mouth while stroking his hair splitter. He thought of Courtney — as if that would make things better — as he imagined stuffing himself down her throat, then pulling her hair as she sucked, until he was throbbing hard enough to launch his cock snot, when he would pull out of her mouth and fill her slippery pussy with every inch of his meat.
Brad panted between her lips, kissing Willow hard as she rubbed her body against him, grinding her dripping cunt against his thigh and smashing her large, round tits into his firm, muscled chest.
Brad lost all hesitation as her tongue dragged against his, kissing him as if starving. His hands roamed her body, and he grabbed a large handful of round, supple ass, squeezing it through her sheer skirt, while palming her neck with the other hand. Their heat was nearly unbearable, making out like high-schoolers beneath the bleachers; hard, fast, and without any care.
Her free hand tugged at the buttons of her crimson blouse until Willow’s perfect tits — held by no bra — spilled free. Brad eagerly massaged her left tit with his right hand, lightly moaning as she humped his thigh.
Brad’s hand on Willow’s ass encouraged her speed. Her fingers found a death grip on his dick and sent Brad from softly moaning to groaning like a man on his deathbed as Willow grazed her fingers soft then harder, along the length of his rigid and still-thickening shaft.
Willow was seconds from soaping her fingers in goo, but Brad wasn’t ready, so he pulled himself from her grip, then pushed her to her knees. She willingly dropped after only a nudge, then looked up at Brad with eyes wide and slutty, like the succubus cunt she was. Her wide and hungry mouth went wider as she stuffed Brad’s dick inside it, working her wet lips along every inch of his magnificent meat.
Brad moaned louder as the large, spongy head of his dick pressed against the back of Willow’s throat. She began bobbing her head in alternating rhythms. Twice fast, sinking Brad’s fuckstick halfway into her mouth, then three more times, slowly, sucking hard as she took him partly down her throat.
Brad’s dick throbbed almost violently into Willow’s hot, wet mouth, already begging for release. His fingers tangled into her hair as he bucked his hips hard against her face, fucking her mouthcunt until his dick twitched, throbbed, then blasted a shot of hot spatter into her mouth.
As much as he hated himself for knowing the truth, Brad was certain he wouldn’t be leaving without seconds.
Willow gagged on his thick stream as it coated her tongue, continuing to stroke him with both hands and mouth, keeping him hard as he emptied. She attacked his trouser mouse like a streetwalking whore, churning the brew of thick jizz and saliva into a frothy mess, leaking past her sealed lips and drooling onto her chest in long, milky strings.
“Keep it up, Hammer,” Willow moaned.
Foaming cum leaked from her mouth as she pressed her tongue against her teeth, purging every drop. Thick ropes of seed hung from her slick, glistening chin while the rest of Brad’s goo slowly oozed down her tits. Her tight fist rapidly tugged on Brad’s still-hard shaft, working to keep his flesh ready for what had to be a bucket-soaked cunt.
Brad fell back against the motel wall, turned to Willow, lifted her up, and smeared his churned jizz between her large, round tits. She lightly shifted on her knees then pressed the length of his dick between them, squeezing her pillowy breasts around his cock with her hands, and locking her large, erect nipples between her fingers.
Willow brought Brad back to a throb. He groaned his thank you, then took over, fucking her tits slowly at first then, of course, gradually faster. The slick glide of his goo, along with Willow’s saliva, allowed his dick to slip effortlessly up and down through her fleshy pressed valley.
She squeezed her heavy tits tighter around Brad’s tickler, driving him insane with sudden and unrelenting sensation. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his moaning spiraled out of control — think of Courtney, think of Courtney, think of Courtney — almost savagely fucking her tits, while thinking it was time to pull out from her pillows and slide inside her butter hole.
Willow kept squeezing her bullet-hard nipples, moaning with words Brad couldn’t decipher, though he was near certain she was simply urging him to fuck her tits harder.
The slosh of his cock sliding through her valley was driving him nuts. He couldn’t take it much longer, but wanted to stretch the moment since Willow was clearly in heaven. She threw back her head, still twisting and tugging her nipples while thrusting and pumping her hips.
Brad’s dick was hard enough to send her into a six-second orgasm, then trap her inside it. “You came in my mouth, now fuck the hell out of me!” she hissed, dropping Brad’s dick from her tits.
Finally!
He yanked Willow to her feet, pulled her skirt and panties down her long, shapely legs, past her ankles and into a pile on the carpet. Arousal poured from her pussy as he dragged her to the bed, bent her hard over the low mattress, holding her down with one hand while spreading her ass cheeks with the other. Her wet, velvety pussy lips flared as juices leaked from her pink interior. Brad’s throbbing cock head pressed between her glistening folds, running up and down the length of her hungry slit, lubing it with flowing cum. He dipped the tip of his massive shaft into her hole, shallow at first, then further with each rub, causing Willow to squirm and press her ass instinctively back against him.
He teased her into a whimper, then jammed himself hilt-deep into her cunt. Willow arched her back, curling her fingers and toes. His gigantic cock throbbed inside her, filling her with white-hot heat. She held still, rocked by the rapture of getting split in two.
Brad grabbed her hips and slowly eased his massive dick from her stretched pussy until only his head was inside, then shoved himself back, causing Willow to cry out in agonized pleasure, several times. She reached out, grabbed onto the edge of the bed, and begged Brad to keep pounding her “tiny, pink pussy.”
“Please, Hammer,” Willow panted. “Fuck. Me. Harder!”
Brad gathered speed, driving his dick with several sharp thrusts, followed by slower, deeper pumps. He reached up, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled, forcing Willow into a hard arch with her back, lifting her ass high in the air. He slapped her round, supple cheeks, fucking her like an animal — exactly like she wanted — grabbing her long hair like reins and then riding her like a whore.
Willow grunted harder by the thrust.
The bed squeaked beneath their writhing as her large, soft breasts rubbed against the mattress like cheese on a grater. Brad pounded faster and harder, relentlessly slamming himself into Willow’s soaking wet fuck-hole.
“Oh, baby, fuck! Don’t stop!” she cried.
He p
ulled his cock from her stretched hole, despite Willow’s objections, making her wait for what she wanted most. She wiggled her ass, begging Brad to shove his meat back inside her hungry hole. His thick dick returned, this time pressing against her dirthole.
If she was going to attack him and make him lie to Courtney, then fuck her, she was gonna take it up the ass.
Willow whimpered as Brad shoved himself into her tiny asshole. She screamed as he went balls deep, then shoved her ass back against him. He growled, and she growled back, pumping her hips to meet his ravaging thrusts as Brad abused her pucker with his throbbing cock, fucking her deep and hard, sending her into one orgasm after another, delivered through her dirthole into the rest of her body.
Willow reached between her legs and started to furiously rub at her clit, still moaning and now gasping for air.
Brad groaned as his body went rigid. He was about to cum again. Willow flailed her ass harder, jacking her clit between her fingertips, moans swelling in pitch and volume as her body began to convulse.
The room started to whirl, erupting in a million lights and colors as Willow came beneath him, harder enough to send shocks through his body. Her cunt seemed to burst open and spill everything inside it, sluicing juices all over her fingers as her ass tightened around Brad’s dick like a vice. He forced his baby maker harder into her tightening ass, elongating Willow’s orgasm before he finally yanked his dick from her pucker.
Brad’s Excalibur exploded with long ropes of thick cum, shooting onto Willow’s back in puddled globs and melting lines until her slender back and the crown of her ass were completely covered with his slimy seed.
Willow collapsed onto the mattress, looking over her shoulder and into his eyes.
Brad never felt better, except for the part of him that wanted to die.
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CHAPTER 4 — Courtney Grayson
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