Chapter 4
Charles Latimer's thoughts were back at the bank when he opened the front door of his house. He had decided to go home for lunch today so he could change his clothes from the trip and tell Jan about his plans for working late that night. It seemed natural, he told himself, that being away for a few days would require him to catch up on his work.
"Janice," he called out, dropping his suitcase in the living room and walking quickly to the kitchen. "Are you home, Jan?" he called out again, annoyed that his little scheme might go to waste simply because she decided to go shopping.
When he didn't find her in the kitchen, he went to the basement door, hoping she might be down in the washroom. But he didn't have to go any further when he saw there weren't any lights on in the basement. He turned quickly and started back, knowing his last hope was that she might still be up in the bedroom. He almost made it back through the living room before his eyes caught the words painted on the wall. He stopped with a jolt.
"DON'T CALL COPS. NOTE ON TABLE."
The shock of seeing graffiti on his living room wall was enough to daze him completely. He felt as though he was moving in slow motion now as he walked toward the coffee table. He picked up the envelope, noted the pile of broken knickknacks on the floor, and tried to guess what this was all about. Could Jan have done this? he wondered. He watched his hands tear open the envelope, take out a sheet of white paper with a montage of words that were obviously cut out of newspapers and magazines. The words were a hodgepodge of sizes and colors. He had the distinct feeling he'd been through all this before... perhaps in another life, he thought.
His eyes gradually focused on the words and he read the message: "We have your wife. Will not harm if you don't call police. Will call with instructions tomorrow at 10 a.m."
Charles found himself sitting on the couch, reading and rereading the note. It must be a joke, he told himself. But the graffiti on the wall made it more than a joke, he decided. Then he got up and started to search the house for some clue as to what was really going on. It only took him a few minutes to discover that whatever it was, it wasn't a joke. And after a few minutes of deliberation he reached for the phone next to the couch and dialed the bank's number.
"Laura," he said, when his secretary answered, "something has come up at home. I won't be back this afternoon. I'd like you to come directly here after work."
"Is anything wrong?" she asked.
"I'll tell you all about it when you get here. I don't want to discuss it on the phone." Then he hung up before she could ask any more questions.
The attractive, twenty-two-year-old redhead pretended to go about her business as usual. But behind her cool outward appearance, she was exploding with curiosity. The hours seemed to drag unbearably. Then, as four o'clock approached and she prepared to leave, she found herself getting nervous. She wondered what her role would be at the Latimer house.
It took less than ten minutes to maneuver her sports car from the bank's parking lot to the Latimer driveway. Then she spent almost as much time getting out of the car and making her way to the front door, making sure she gave the appearance of complete composure. But the door opened before she got to the front steps and Charles was in the doorway waving her into the house. He looked different in slacks and a sports shin, she noted, and he didn't seem upset. But then you could never tell with Charles, she told herself.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Latimer," she said in her best businesslike voice.
"It's okay. There's nobody here," Charles said as she walked past him.
"What's going on?" she blurted out nervously, suddenly relieved that she wouldn't have to carry on some pretense in front of his wife.
"See for yourself," Charles answered with a sweep of his arm, indicating the words was on the living room wall.
Laura gasped at the sight of the graffiti, and before she could say anything, Charles handed her the note.
"I... I... don't get it," she stammered.
"It simply means my dear wife has been kidnapped. Just as the note states. No tricks. No gimmicks. Someone has kidnapped her and is holding her for ransom."
"Phew! For a minute there I thought you had devised a scheme of your own."
"You should know me better than that," he answered seriously. "I don't believe in taking chances with my future at stake."
"But... now... if you call the police..." She couldn't bring herself to say what she was thinking.
"If I call the police, the kidnappers will kill her."
"What are you going to do?"
"Well... if I call the police and the kidnappers do indeed carry out their end of the bargain, it won't look good in the press. It leaves me open to too much criticism. However... if I do as the note says and wait for the call, then go to the bank with their demands... the bank will definitely call in the F.B.I. This of course will be over my objections. As you know, the bank never does anything without first checking with the authorities. The F.B.I. will tell the bank what should be done and the bank will follow their advice to the letter. And the whole matter will be out of my hands. I'll simply be an actor, playing my role to the best of my ability... more or less. However, I feel certain the F.B.I. will insist on calling in the local police. And by tomorrow afternoon the place will probably be swarming with troops."
"Suppose they come up with a plan that gets your wife back?"
"That's a chance we'll have to take," Charles said flatly. "But it isn't llkely. My role will be crucial, you see. One little slip on my part and the game is over."
"Oh, Charles," she sighed, throwing her arms around his neck and covering his mouth with her parted, moist lips. Her tongue teased him into opening his mouth, but quickly retreated when his tongue tried to catch hers. She fended off his right hand with her left arm as he tried to cup her tit. And she used her elbow to keep his other hand from her ass.
"We won't have much time together," he said with frustration. "After tonight, the place will be swarming with the police and F.B.I. And I'll have to be very careful about every move I make... so please don't tease me."
"Well... maybe a little fooling around," she teased. "But not here..."
"The guest room," he gasped, pulling her toward the stairs.
"Remember, just a little," she laughed.
She loved to dangle the bank's vice president like a puppet on a string. The thrill was in watching him crumble from his ivory tower into a pleading, begging puppy-dog, she decided. And when she rewarded him with a goodie, he quivered all over with appreciation.
When they got to the guest room, Charles began pawing at her clothes, anxious to feast his eyes on her pure white skin. He wanted to see that patch of hair between her legs that matched the red hair on her head and drove him wild with excitement. Not to mention her pear-shaped tits, with their quivering, hard nipples.
Laura let him strip her to bra and panties, then pushed him away and grinned into his drooling, panting face. "Mustn't get too greedy," she said in a tantalizing whisper. "And you're getting way ahead of yourself."
Charles heaved a sigh of disappointment when she slipped from his grasp, but remained bolted to the spot where he was standing. Meanwhile, Laura went around the room turning on all the lights, while his eyes devoured her through the sheer, black panties and bra. It was an agonizing game for him. His throbbing cock was cramped in his pants and pounding to the tune of a premature ejaculation. Then his eyes flashed wide as she climbed on the bed and knelt there smiling at him. "Isn't that better?" she asked coyly. "Now we can see what we're doing."
Charles nodded agreement, but really didn't approve of the way she had the room lit like a stage. She had turned on every light in the room: the bright ceiling lights, the lamps on the two night tables, the dresser lamp and even the flexible reading light over the bed.
"First you have to strip for me, so I can get all hot and bothered," she said.
Charles reluctantly started the ritual. She had made him go through this before in a motel room and he wondered if it really did excite her. He thought about Jan as he stepped out of his pants and threw them to the heap on the chair. Jan was turned on at even the hint of sex, he told himself, wondering why this little tease had to be entertained. He also wondered if that was what attracted him to Laura and turned him off with Jan. Or was it the fact that he felt obliged to "service" Jan once a week, just to keep her contented and so she wouldn't get suspicious of his working late so often, that turned him off? He wasn't sure.
"Hold it there," she said, when he was finally naked and heading toward the bed. Then she reached back and aimed the reading light, like a spotlight, on his stiff cock. "Mmmmmm... that's better... much better."
The sight of her wide, dancing eyes devouring his cock made it all bearable, he told himself. And those full, pouty-red lips suggested a sensational thrill as he pictured the mushroom head of his prick entering the moist cavity of her mouth.
"Now take it in your hand and massage it," she whispered hoarsely.
"Oh really, Laura," he groaned.
"Stop being so difficult," she cut him off. "I want to see you hold it and shake it. Then when it's in me, I'll go wild with the thought of how it looks."
Charles took the shaft in his fist and quickly jerked it several times. He was so close to the point of ejaculation that he feared he might trigger the climax with his hand.
"More," she said, crawling to the foot of the bed where her face was only inches from his throbbing organ. "Turn sideways." Her hand reached out to turn him by the hip, giving her a profile view. And as he turned, her fingers lingered on his cool buttock, pushing him closer to his unwanted climax.
"In another second I'm going to pop off and come like this," he pleaded.
"Oh, yes!" she gulped. "Yes! I want to see you shoot cream from that giant cock!"
"Please, Laura..."
"Don't get your balls in an uproar," she said, smiling up at him. "I'll see to it you get what you want. And it will be twice as good when you're not so anxious."
He felt her fingers groping over his buttocks to the deep crevice and slithering down it, searching for the sensitive opening there. Then her other hand was cupping his balls and he lost track of everything.
"Oh, Charles," she purred, squeezing his balls tightly and cutting off his climax for the moment. "It's going to explode... and I love it..."
Her finger found the small opening of his asshole and squirmed into the tight tunnel. Charles found himself pumping his hand furiously now. Sweat was pouring from his body and his cock ballooned bigger. He could see her pretty face, just inches from his stroking hand, staring intently at the head of his cock. Her hands were busy creating havoc with his senses. Then her lips puckered and her tongue made a tantalizing sweep from one corner of her mouth to the other, suggesting she wanted to kiss him and then lick him.
"Make it spit, Charlie!" she shrieked. "Make it spit for me! I've gotta see that big gorilla-prong shoot... so I'll know what's happening... when it's inside my slit! Mmm... you big stallion, you bull... show me how it works."
Charles closed his eyes and felt his legs grow weak. The juices seemed to be getting a push from her twisting finger in his rectum. Then his knees buckled slightly as the cum started gushing up the throbbing meat. He felt her finger drive deeper into his ass and realized it was the way he had come down on it, like sitting on a spike, that caused the penetration. All the strength seemed to flush from his body, bringing him down further on her twisting digit. He loved and hated that finger all at the same time. It was an unusual sensation that he had to keep testing to see if he liked it or not.
"Ohhhh, Charlieeee!" she shrieked as his cock fired its first volley of cum. "I love it! I love it!"
Charles watched helplessly as his sperm shot across the room, landing on the green carpet that was only a few months old. He groaned at the thought, but couldn't stop. Another, then another glob fired in the direction of the first... four... five... six, he counted helplessly, while Laura's "ooowwws" and "ahhhhs" rang in his ears.
"Terrific! Terrific!" she cried, popping her finger out of his ass so fast it gave him a stinging sensation.
"Nnnnnnngggghhhh," he groaned. "Ohhhh... it hurts... so damn good..."
"You're great, Charlie! Terrific!" Laura exclaimed. "Wow! You really turned me on with that performance. You've got me all twitching and drooling inside."
"Great. Now it's too damn late," he moaned like a sulking little boy.
"Don't be silly," she purred, coaxing him onto the bed, where they knelt facing one another. "The best is yet to come. We've got all night... and you'll be begging for more before you know it."
At the moment he couldn't believe a word of it, but watched as she reached back to open her bra. She moved with deliberate slowness, her eyes dancing with delight as she watched the intent interest in his expression. When she unleashed the pear-shaped orbs, she saw the hungry look come into his eyes as he stared. Her protruding, hard nipples quivered.
"Oh, baby," he sighed, swooping down to capture a pink, bouncing nipple in his mouth, then hand-feeding the firm, smooth white meat in with it. His tongue fucked at the rock-hard tip before sucking as much of the tit into his mouth as he could, while feeling its twin with his free hand.
"Mmmmmmm..." she moaned, wrapping her arms around his head and stuffing his mouth with more of her aching breast. His tongue made a pulsing motion on the underside, while he sucked the ache from it. Then she eased it from his mouth and moved his head to the other side. "You make me tingle all over," she whispered.
Pangs of frustration began to build in his groin. Just moments ago there was only numbness in that region. Now there was some feeling. A new sense of confidence seeped back into him. This redheaded wildcat had a way of bringing out the beast in him, he thought, and he began sucking harder on her tit.
Laura leaned back, her legs still tucked under her, and supported herself with stiff arms. "Lick me all over," she moaned. And he immediately released the saliva-soaked tit from his mouth to lick a path up to her neck, around her neck, under her chin and back to her neck.
"Down... down... down..." she gurgled breathlessly.
Like an obedient dog, he licked his way back to her breasts, painting them again with a fresh supply of saliva.
"More... more," she coaxed. "Go down further... further."
His tongue traced a path over her stomach ann toyed with her navel. He lingered there. She had thrown her head back and closed her eyes, he noted with a quick glance, and was obviously delighted with his work. But he also realized he was running out of lickable skin. Then his mouth went dry! It suddenly occurred to him that she expected him to go further down, bullshit! he told himself firmly. There was a point where he drew the line...
"Take off my panties," Laura was saying. She was looking down at him with those saucer-big eyes and he went limp. "Take them off with your teeth... I want to see you take them off without using your hands."
Again he found himself obeying her without question. His teeth gently closed on the top of the black panties and started pulling them down. She straightened up to make it easier, but he still couldn't get them down without using his hands, he realized. But when he reached behind her to help the situation, she stopped him.
"Use your teeth," she giggled. "No hands."
He couldn't even bring himself to show his annoyance. He crawled behind her and started pulling the back down with his teeth. As the sheer garment moved down, he found his nose entering the cleavage between two mounds of glistening, white flesh. It caused her to shiver and make noises deep in her throat. With one hard pull he managed to get the panties completely over the mounds.
"Oh, Charles... lick my ass," she moaned in an almost pleading, begging voice.
He was breathing harder, he realized, and there were signs of life flushing into his groin. And the two matched globes of flesh seemed inviting enough to kiss, he admitted, pressing his burning lips against the firm, cool flesh. When he opened his mouth he could sense she was holding her breath in anticipation. He licked the spot, then all over one cheek of her ass, repeating it again on the other.
"Lick the crack!" she cried, bending forward to give him better access and pulling her panties down to her knees, to get them out of his way. "Please... Charles... lick it! I've gotta feel your tongue slither down the crack of my ass..."
Starting at the top, he slithered his tongue quickly down the crevice, stopping about three quarters of the way down. He was surprised that he had done it. It also surprised him that it wasn't as bad as he had imagined. He repeated the sweeping stroke to convince himself.
"Ohhh... yeah..." she cried over her shoulder. "More... lick it more! Spread my cheeks and lick it all!" She was panting with excitement. "You're driving me wild! I want you to lick it from top to bottom... then lick it back up again... right across my asshole! Please... I've got to have it!"
Charles placed his hands on the mounds of flesh and spread them, eyed the small blinking bud with indecision, doubting he could bring himself to lick it. But he closed his eyes and began the trip from the top of the crease to the bottom, just as she wanted, not skipping the little pink bud. Then he licked his way back to the top. Laura screeched and wiggled with delight.
He puckered his lips and, keeping his eyes open this time, planted a kiss on the little pink bud, opening his mouth to let her savor the warm, moist sensation of his breath. Then the tip of his tongue circled the opening.
"Oh... yeah!" she cooed, knowing he wouldn't disappoint her now. And when the tip of his tongue touched the ultra-sensitive opening, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. The floodgates holding back her orgasm seemed about to burst open. She could feel his wet tongue curl into a thin tube and penetrate the hot, tight tunnel of her ass. She held her breath, fighting off the rushing tide of her climax, to see how far his snaking tongue would penetrate. But the twisting, wet serpent was driving deeper than she could bear.
"Oh... ohhhhh... OH!" she cried out. "Give me all you've got. Fast... I'm going out of my mind... I can't wait any longer! Give it to ME! YEAH!"
He felt the vise-like grip of her muscles in that tight tube grip his tongue and hold it, while she bounced and wiggled with delight. And he loved it. He felt strong and confident, having driven her to a climax with his own manipulations. But the best part of all, he told himself, was the new erection building between his legs.
Laura squeezed his tongue from her rectum, turned over on her back and pulled his face into the flaming red hair of her drenched cunt. It took Charles by complete surprise and he tensed up as she buried his nose in the damp patch of hair. His lips were clamped shut as she started to grind her juices across his mouth. The frenzy of it, the aroma, the wild gyrations and the animal-lust sounds she was making swept away his inhibitions and he found himself opening his mouth to lick at the dew oozing from her panting cuntal lips. The girl's cries grew mewling and frantic as his warm lips encircled the clit, then his tongue penetrated her cunt with tantalizing stabbing motions. Laura tossed and heaved madly, tortured by the thought of what he could do with his snaking, twisting tongue.
And for Charles the intoxication increased. He'd never before felt such an insatiable need tearing at his loins and welling up in his chest and throat as he lost himself in the hot, clinging whirlpool. He stretched and flung her thighs even wider apart to fully open the way for his tongue.
With a frenzied convulsion of legs and pelvis, Laura screamed out the breathless warning to him. "Oh Charles, Charles... CHARLES! I'm coming I can't hold it back. I'm coming!"
Suddenly grateful for this signal, Charles reared back on his knees and lunged his body down and forward, sending the full length of his throbbing cock in and up to meet the gushing flood of her cunt.
"Nnnnnnnn..." she sighed in his ear, grateful for the sudden switch to the only instrument that could truly satisfy her.
Charles lifted his chest from her flattened tits and clutched her hips with his hands, digging his fingers into the flesh, and gave her every joyful inch of his long cock. He basked in the warm fluid rushing from her cunt, knowing that her first explosion was already giving birth to another. He slid his cock out again until only the swollen head of it remained to prod and tease her cuntal lips, the way his tongue had. But she quickly pressed her legs around his haunches, jamming him firmly inside her again. And he had to concede that he was in love with the feel of this girl.
He roamed his hands up over her heaving breasts, seized her by the shoulders and plunged his searing thickness straight up into the gurgling nest. She shot her little bottom upward, arching off the bed, moaning with hunger for his throbbing thick meat. But he forced her body lower in the bed and flipped her legs high over his shoulders, steadily spearing his cock more deeply into her.
Charles rode up and down on her, going crazy with the burning feel of his cock in her cunt. His concentration was total now as his hips pounded and slapped against her yielding flesh... faster and faster now... feeling her wriggle more fretfully... hearing his own cries mingled with hers... a tidal wave rushing at them that would soon engulf and drown them. Then he was coming, shooting his load of cum into her hot cunt, feeling her milking it from him, like she'd die without it.
They clung in silence for a long moment, letting the tidal wave sweep by. Then Charles slowly moved back and away from her, to gaze at the beauty of her face. He leaned down and kissed the warm, full lips. Without opening her eyes, she smiled.
"That was the greatest," he said, heaving a sigh of total exhaustion.
"But only the beginning," she purred back, opening her eyes wide and causing his groin to heave one last throb of delight. The fire and sparkle in her dancing green eyes told him she meant what she said.