by K Westlake
I nodded my agreement but countered with a smile. “There are some similarities though!”
“You believe they have something in common with us? What would that be I?” Roderick found my comments amusing; he grinned at my response and headed into the master bedroom. Roderick stopped at the open double doors and ushered me to see what you could. “Actually, you may be right I!”
I looked into the master bedroom and saw Evelyn naked on the bed pushing a large sex toy deep into her glistening hole. Roderick winked his recognition to me and reverted to his mock persona. “Hey bitch what you been doing up here!”
Evelyn apologized. “I am sorry, I couldn’t help myself!”
Roderick took control of the situation and could see the mixed emotions present in Evelyn’s eyes. “You started without us! That is poor hospitality isn’t it?”
“It is, I am very sorry!” replied the naked form of Evelyn.
Roderick looked over to me and questioned. “Hey Vinny, does she look very sorry to you?”
I responded as Roderick needed me to. “No, she does not look very sorry. Well at least not yet!”
Roderick laughed with my response. “Perhaps you are right, Vinny. Or maybe you just need a better view of her though!”
Evelyn remained sat on her bed as naked as the day she was born, she decided not to cover her modesty for fear of Roderick’s threat of punishment. I looked at Evelyn who now seemed a different animal to the stuck up and posh women who first greeted us. Despite her age, she showed an innocence that added a new dimension to her personality. I looked at Roderick and remarked to him with a sleazy tone.
“I think I need a better look at this slut! You reckon you can arrange that for me?”
Roderick gave Evelyn a look and she got onto all fours instantly. Evelyn was now being exhibited like a prize dog at a prestigious show. Roderick circled around the naked body of Evelyn and pawed her with restrained perversion. Evelyn reacted to his touch and hid her face from view, her nakedness excited her and she had no idea what Roderick would order her to do next.
I took in the view that Evelyn afforded me, despite her artificial enhancements and years; she was still a reasonably attractive woman. She was perhaps past her prime and her usual attitude would darken many people’s opinion of her.
Whilst she was naked and vulnerable, much of her harshness evaporated leaving a woman who still needed physical intimacy but had lost such attachments with her husband. Roderick interrupted my observations and barked at Evelyn. “So, you couldn’t find any sexy clothes. So you thought it would be a good idea to exercise that sweet pussy you own!”
Evelyn nodded and then spoke for fear of Roderick shouting at her. “Yes, yes I did!”
Roderick gave a growled response. “That is my pussy! Did I say you could play with it?”
“I am sorry, I couldn’t help myself!” Evelyn looked chastised and it was strange to see such a dominant women become so submissive to Roderick.
Roderick seized the initiative and urged Evelyn to amuse us. “If want to play with that pussy. Why not put on a little show for us?”
Evelyn responded by licking her right finger tips and started to caress the skin around her delicate sex, she moaned as she went; intent on enjoying the sensations with us watching patiently. Roderick took in the view and gave me another wink of encouragement.
Roderick forced the moist sex toy into Evelyn’s mouth with restrained aggression. He managed to convince Evelyn that he meant business but succeeded in averting damage to her mouth and teeth. "Show this hung white boy how you rich types love sucking cock!"
Evelyn proceeded to perform long slurping sucks on the artificial lenient. Her intruding object was maybe artificial but her actions were very real.
I added with controlled malice. "Seems you got a good little cock sucker here!"
Roderick laughed at my comment with a mock cruelty. "You say seem. Does she have to prove her skills to you?"
Evelyn’s eyes glanced from Roderick to me with a curiosity that sent her breathing into overdrive.
"That is your call. Sometimes a book needs to be read, rather than just standing there looking at the cover!" I played Roderick’s game well and he knew it.
"Okay bitch, head on over to my associate and prove to him that you are still better than a drunken hand job!" Roderick forced himself from laughing; Evelyn moved to me and obediently did as instructed. Her hands reached for my jeans and removed my bulging erection from its denim prison. Evelyn appreciated the size and looked back at Roderick with hungry eyes.
"Hurry up and suck that cock bitch. At least I brought you something that will fill you good!"
Without further encouragement Evelyn wrapped her lips around my cock and continued her display of her technique. Her lips teased me and her jaw muscles massaged me with a desire that joined our two bodies. Roderick appreciated the view on offer and slapped the gyrating butt of Evelyn with his big black palms.
Evelyn’s actions excited Roderick and he picked up Evelyn’s recently used dildo with a wicked grin on his face. The dildo was slick from Evelyn’s excited pussy, and Roderick had the perfect place to put it. Roderick plunged the sex toy into Evelyn’s slick and ready pussy. She made no objection to the intrusion and the only look I could read was disappointment that it wasn’t Roderick’s black member deep between her excitable folds. Roderick had other ideas; he masterfully applied a generous amount of lube to her exposed anus and left her in no confusion to his future intentions.
Evelyn was told in no uncertain terms as to the way of things. "Before you object, I will remind you that this is mine to do with as I wish. So I am claiming your white ass while my buddy here gets worked up to plough your slit!"
Evelyn garbled a response that was unrecognizable as a coherent sentence. As her mascara ran, it mattered little to her objections. Roderick was in charge and like he says, "I run the show!"
Roderick squeezed two probing fingers into the anal cavity of his employer, she had submitted to his dominance and wanted to be the plaything of a powerful man. Her husband was an impotent wreck of a man who survived on bushes, hired lovers and whatever narcotics his corrupt physician granted him.
Evelyn gasped at Roderick’s intrusion. My cock slipped out of her clutches and she breathed in deeply with Roderick’s efforts.
I called back to Roderick and discussed Evelyn’s violation in a manner that made the event seem very surreal.
"You want me elsewhere or still here at the front?"
Roderick unzipped his fly and unleashed his own weapon into the action. "You best stay put there buddy! I think she may need something to hold on to for a bit."
Evelyn breathed out heavily as Roderick negotiated the tight muscles that guarded the entrance to the most intimate of body cavities. With a grunt Roderick passed comment on the resistance his cock faced. "Hell girl! Is your sweet butt a tight virgin hole?"
Evelyn could not form a word as my own cock restricted her breath with its movements. Roderick rocked his hips and broke some of the resistance he had encountered.
"It sure feels like a virgin hole. Does your stiff of a husband never want to bury his limp dick deep inside this?"
Evelyn spat out my cock with my approval, I was getting bored of her technique; it varied little and seemed to be done on autopilot. Her reply was colourfully and honesty put.
"His limp little dick would have had been a mild inconvenience!"
Roderick laughed and stretched the hole of Evelyn a bit more, he made a gesture for me to leave her mouth be and to allow him to ride his bitch for a while. With me in her mouth he feared her clamping down on me or depriving her of oxygen. I backed away and watched Roderick ride his client like a cowboy at a Texan rodeo. It was an energetic performance from Roderick and he played her like a classical musical instrument. Evelyn took all he had and fixed her eyes on the cock that waited in front of her. With an equal measure of pleasure and pain, Evelyn demanded more. "I need a cock in my pussy too!"
Roderick moved his dick out of Evelyn’s ass and hinted for me to take up the mantle. I moved forward eagerly and pulled Evelyn on top of me, my arms moved over her trembling body as she gasped her enjoyment. Evelyn felt down at my hard member and murmured her approval.
“I am going to enjoy riding this magnificent cock of yours!”
Evelyn slid down onto my firm cock and allowed her tight pussy to squeeze all she could out of me. In return my hard dick impaled Evelyn with all I had, I could feel the small motions of a pussy that crazed more from me and the sensations I felt; urged me to invade Evelyn’s warm cervix.
Roderick had taken in the show and from his standpoint it looked like both of us were enjoying the ride. Roderick had shown great patience and allowed Evelyn to ride me cowgirl for a good length of time. Finally Roderick made his move and forced Evelyn to position herself so that she could continue to ride me yet point her ass directly in Roderick’s line of sight. Evelyn tensed her body as Roderick applied fresh lube to her already stretched anus. Roderick was going to ensure that Evelyn was properly filled and Evelyn would give me a ringing endorsement for my part in her double violation. With my body underneath the form of Evelyn, I was unable to see everything that Roderick was doing but I didn’t mind; I was busy working the pounded pussy of Evelyn with all that I had.
I noticed Roderick’s return into Evelyn’s pussy on many levels. I heard the grunt of Roderick and the gasps of Evelyn as he entered her. I felt Roderick plunge deep into Evelyn and found my own member separated from Roderick’s by a fleshy partition. Roderick began to pound into Evelyn with all he possessed. He encouraged me to resume thrusting into Evelyn in his characters own unique style.
“Are you just going to lay there and let this bitch ride you?”
I chose to respond with actions rather than words and soon developed a rhythm that worked in tandem with Roderick’s massive intrusions into Evelyn’s ass. Evelyn screamed out with her sexual ecstasy. “Oh you boy’s, please keep going! I have never ever felt anything like this in my life!”
Roderick slapped her ass and questioned. “So you love taking two dicks at a time?”
“Oh yes, oh my god! Yes, I do!” Evelyn shuddered and came hard for both of us. I saw her eyes retreat into her skull as a wave of pure pleasure took over her from bottom to top. I felt her pussy spasm and pulse, in response my balls tightened with my own orgasm. Heavy jets of my own seed splashed inside Evelyn’s pussy. Her pussy walls became slick with my own fluids and I was pleased to have filled up this stuck up bitch. Roderick was not far behind me and as a consequence of the orgasms he must have felt; he had little choice but to fire his own sperm deep inside Evelyn’s well ridden ass. We both withdrew ourselves from Evelyn’s full to the brim cavities and allowed Evelyn to fall exhausted to her bed. She was not in any hurry to move and we had done all that we were going to. Both Roderick and I cleaned up in the bathroom and made no further comment towards Evelyn. Roderick checked Evelyn was okay and signaled that she was shagged out. My friend kissed her on the forehead and left two business cards next to her.
“Don’t get up. We will see ourselves out!” Roderick winked and exited the master bedroom without a reply. I followed him out of the bedroom and wondered if Evelyn would leave her bed for the rest of the day. I knew she had been well hammered and I hoped that she would speak highly of her experience to her fellow desperate housewives.
*
Chapter Eight: High and the Mighty.
The bell to my apartment buzzed insistently and it was most unwelcome. My natural habitat offered many levels of security but also allowed me to be disturbed by the antics of pranksters. Fortunately the person on the other end of the intercom was genuine and Valerie looked good for such an early morning.
“Hello I, it is me.” I could see Valerie through the hidden camera but instantly decided to tease her.
“Okay me, who exactly are you?” a laugh escaped my mouth and Valerie’s features frowned at my playfulness.
“Are you going to let me in or leave me in the foyer all morning?”
I got out of bed and replied honestly. “Ah Valerie, I am not decent at this moment in time!”
Valerie flung her head back and laughed. “I, by all accounts; you are never decent!”
I fixed my dressing gown around me and released the door to Valerie. “Come on up, room 52. Access code is 1052C!”
Valerie responded with a simple, “Thank you!”
I went into my kitchen and opened my refrigerator; my morning regime began with a healthy fruit drink which would cover my five a day in a mouthful. I also added the weight supplements that were used by athletes. My diet was tailored to my physical needs and by sticking to it; I appreciated the routine. I had never been a fan of breakfast cereal and living on a diet of bacon sandwiches would undo all of my hard work. Valerie entered my apartment for the first time and it felt like she had always been around here. I noticed that she carried a half empty iced coffee from Starbucks but offered her a drink anyway.
“I am about to put my coffee machine on, can I interest you in a nice Italia blend beverage?”
Valerie looked at her half touched iced drink and needed no further encouragement. “I am sure it will taste better than this! I think I got the trainee today.”
“What is wrong with it?” I wondered how someone could muck up a simple cold coffee.
Valerie scowled. “For a start, I am sure that leaving coffee granules is not in the specifications!”
I laughed and replied. “Yuck! That is not a good basis for a coffee!”
“Can you do me a normal black coffee?” Valerie wanted something simple and unpretentious, she obviously regretted ordering a chilled coffee and now her body craved the real thing.
“I will sort you something out Valerie! Please take a seat in the lounge!” I pointed to the comfy sofa and Valerie trotted off to await her freshly made beverage. After five minutes of noisy percolation, I was able to provide Valerie with her drink.
Many of the women who employ me are individuals who have reached the pinnacle of their field of expertise. My clients included Barristers, Engineers, Architects and powerful leaders of business. Many had a personality which drives them to succeed. And every single one of them wanted a male partner who would test them or even dominate them. You see the majority of these women marry a man who is submissive to them; I guess it is a psychological control thing. Not that it matters to me; it means that I am guaranteed very good sex with women confident in their own sexuality. In my opinion a truly sexy woman is a woman who has mastered her own personal demons and accepts her form for who she is!
One of my clients was a high powered South African Barrister who operated out of London for her own distinguished chambers. She was nicknamed the “Boer Constrictor” due to her love of crushing all of the life from her opponent’s defense. Olivia Van Rosen took great pleasure in prosecuting those guilty of improper sexual conduct in the board room or the work place. I had also learnt that she was a leading light in the fight against apartheid and had worked tirelessly in her teens to derail the unpleasant state that existed in her native lands.
Olivia was now a part of the establishment in her homeland and as such was subject to intense media scrutiny, she had seen many of her fellow comrades against oppression soil their good deeds with acts of dubious legality. Of the dozen or so friends who had helped canvass support at university, many had become embroiled in financial scandals or gross sexual impropriety. Olivia had never married and had little time for dating within her social circles, her industry had made her rich and she could now afford to satisfy her base desires on her own terms. I had first taken Olivia on as a client in early 2002, she was sick of the quality of the men in her native land; they were arrogant and still had traces of the prejudice that blighted the country. I had been recommended to her by a friend who worked in Advertising and she was very glad of our Agencies rules on secrecy. The first time we hooked up was in a small fishing villa
ge west of Cape Town. Although Olivia was white skinned, she was known locally as a woman who was a friend of the people. Olivia unbeknown to me at the time had helped many of the impoverished locals with thousands of Rands of charitable donations. Olivia had also set up a small legal walk in centre where she employed many newly graduated law students to gather valuable experience.
We met at a nice local bar and grill called “Poseidon’s Grill” it was a nice sea food restaurant which looked out of place in the local area. It was a favourite of Olivia’s and one of her childhood friends ran the business. Olivia had her own private booth and liked to entertain clients and friends in the secluded section that overlooked the great expanse of ocean.
Olivia was tanned with blonde hair that had been bleached by years in the sun; she did not look a typical Barrister and her sharp features hid warmth that surprised you upon conversing with her. Her accent was the standard drawl of Afrikaners but when she tried, she was able to drop her native accent and speak with an Oxbridge accent that gave away her educational history.
“How do you like our country, Mister Hancock?” Olivia smiled as she spoke and her age fell from her face. Her profession dictated that she remained impartial and dour whilst in action; her relaxed face mirrored what was expected of her. My first impression of Olivia had been one of a sourpuss or a woman with very severe convictions. I was pleasantly surprised at her true personality and started to enjoy the ambiance of the location.
“I love the view; I have never seen anything like it!” I was lost in the landscape as dusk fell over the endless water of the incoming sea. “Where you actually born here or did you grow up around here, Olivia?”