Chapter 3
"Look, ah ... I don't like to interfere when it comes to your judgement regarding broads," said Max cautiously, T ut it seems to me that I smell a possible rat here."
"Sure," Ian responded flippantly. "I'd think you were losing your nose if you didn't. In every sweet, pretty pussycat there lurks a possible rat. I'm just disposed to take my chances and go and find out, that's all."
"Mmmm ... that little Jeanette and partner really got you steamed up, didn't she?"
Ian narrowed his eyes, momentarily concentrating on taking a bend in the road at a spanking speed. It was several hours after dark, and he was pushing the Porsche on to Nice as recklessly as he dared, anxious to get on with the business of their trip. He'd told Max everything that had transpired in the thicket, and about how Jeanette had mentioned Le Bistro. Predictably, Max had reacted with caution and suspicion. Every time Ian was ready to go out on a limb, Max was ready to play it safe, and vice versa. That way they kept each other alive.
"No, it isn't exactly that," Ian mused aloud. "Maybe you're right. Maybe Jeanette is a double agent, and this 'Lisa' business is a trap. But if that's it, then I want to know the score, flush out the enemy and hit them before they hit me. Don't worry, I'll play it cool."
"Uh-hunnh! And Til cover the bushes as usual. Right?"
Ian laughed. "Right. It's your job, Max, it's your jobF he teased. But silently he was already lusting for Lisa and adventure and, by the time they pulled into Nice, he was hot enough to settle for anyone.
They found Le Bistro with no trouble. Parking the Porsche, Ian took a practiced look at the place, and it didn't strike him as fantastic. "It's not exactly the Ritz," he remarked wryly as they walked towards the door. "Looks like an American hang-out. Well, anyway, even if Lisa turns out to be as homely as her surroundings, I'm game for the adventure. I've gotta get a woman!" he finished fiercely, and stepped inside.
At that precise moment an absolutely gorgeous broad came flying into him so hard as to nearly knock him over. Even in the dim light he could tell she was a classy piece.
"Ooofff!" exclaimed Max, who was right behind. "You got one now!"
The girl had hit Ian with such force that it was a damn good thing Max was there, because he had to catch them both. Ian felt his arms wrapped around her voluptuous body for a few enticing moments. Then she pushed away from him and regained her balance.
Immediately he saw that they had walked into the middle of a fight. Two men were squared off in the center of the room, tables shoved haphazardly aside to give them space. From the way they were looking at the girl, Ian gathered that the fight was about her. She had regained her balance, but still was sticking to him Eke glue for protection.
"Hey, what is this?" asked Ian coolly, looking from her to the men. He had a hunch that one of them had shoved her. And he didn't like that. He didn't like that at all. Women being tossed around was one thing that really got Ian's goat. There was a dead silence in the bar, punctuated only by the heavy breathing of the two fighters.
"None of your business, fella," snarled the shorter of the two. "You'll stay out of this if ya know what's good for ya!"
"I tried to stop them," said the girl breathlessly, turning to Ian. "They were fighting over me, Tommy and Dick were fighting over me and I tried to make them see reason, only they wouldn't and ..."
"... they shoved you?" said Ian grimly.
"Yes ..." she began eagerly.
"Shut up, Lisa," one of them growled. "This ain't no business for a stranger."
Ian took it all in quickly. This was the mysterious Lisa, and these two American bums were fighting over her, giving him the perfect opening. His identity was covered. He took her gently by the arm and placed her body behind his, all in one swift motion.
"I think it is," he said evenly. 'It's a stranger's business where a woman's safety is concerned."
He was aware that Max was behind him, so that Lisa was sandwiched safely between them. He could feel her trembling fearfully against them both. Her voluptuous breasts pressed excitingly into the muscles of his back. He was taut now, like a cat ready to spring. But first he would try to solve the thing peacefully. Ian wasn't a fighting man by nature. But he could sure as hell fight if he had to.
"Now look," said Ian placatingly, moving forward a few steps, "suppose you tell me what this is all about? I'm sure you two can work out your differences without disturbing the lady here ..."
"I told you, fella, that this was no business for a stranger!" the short one growled. "Ya better get out while the gettin's good ," he added darkly.
"Well now look ..." Ian began, advancing a few steps forward. He was still trying to solve the dispute peacefully. He was acutely aware of the tension in the room. Nobody moved. Everyone's eyes, including the bartender's, were fixed on the three of them.
"Well now you look!" snarled the man. He was obviously trying to hold Ian off, trying to keep him from intruding on what was a very important and very private matter. There was another short silence.
"I'm sure," said Ian pleasantly, "that all this can be settled reasonably, if only ..."
"Oh you're sure, are you?" the short one sneered. "I don't think you know very much about it big man!"
Ian was well aware that he didn't but he was attempting to find out. He noticed that the short surly one seemed to have something clutched in one of his hands.
'Well, maybe I don't but I'm willing to help ...* Ian began, moving forward purposely. He thought he could still effect a reconciliation if he handled it right
But just at that moment the short guy raised his hand, opened his palm, and something gold flashed in the center of it "Harry, catch!" he called out He was taking aim, getting ready to throw to his buddy, who stood ringside, watching the fight
Suddenly Ian heard Lisa gasp behind him, felt her soft hands pressing against his back, anxiously, desperately almost He saw the gold thing gleam in the man's hand and didn't have the faintest idea what it was. All he knew was that it was something vitally important to Lisa. Suddenly the man lifted his hand to toss it.
"Get it!" Lisa screamed as it began to sail through the air.
Because of the urgency in her voice, Ian didn't stop to ask stupid questions. He lunged forward without a second thought, and snatched the thing like a fly ball right out of mid-air. For a moment-a split second, really-he stood there in the center of the bar with the hard gold object in his hand.
Then all hell broke loose.
Both guys dived on him, one from each side, pum-meling him like they were out to kill. He felt a fist in his guts, a fist in his jaw, and suddenly it was like five guys were on top of him pounding him furiously. For a moment he was stunned, too surprised to react.
Then he felt a powerful arm locking him around the neck and that woke him up. He knew he was in a fight for real now, and he sprang into action.
He dug an elbow into the guts of the guy behind him, breaking the stranglehold. At the same time he lashed out with a left, just catching the jaw of the dark-haired fellow, the tall one. He didn't know which was which, but he didn't care, he'd beat them both.
The darker one was stunned, giving him time to whirl and meet the challenge of the short blonde bastard. But he was too slow. The guy caught him with a gut punch. He staggered.
Lisa screamed.
The sound was like a shot in the arm to Ian. He was getting into it now, getting worked up about it reckoning he could plaster these two idiots if he played it right And that little beauty that he was fighting for-well, he hadn't known her longer than sixty seconds, but those big tits nudging his back and Jean-nette's recommendation were all the encouragement he needed.
He lashed out with a right and caught the blonde one across the jaw, made him stagger. He turned around just in time to catch the dark-haired guy recovering himself and coming after him. He landed a left, a neat connection that snapped the guy's head back and made a sharp sound that echoed in the tense, silent room. The fellow staggered backwards into an empty table, noisily upsetting some drained glasses.
Ian whirled again to see the blonde one coming at him. He'd recovered, and was charging now like a wild bull Ian didn't know what the fuck this fight was about But whatever it was it was something important and it probably had something to do with that gold thing that he had caught that thing that had gotten him into it all.
Where is it? he murmured hazily to himself. The last thing he recalled was having it in his right hand. But he must have dropped it the moment he used his right for the first time. The Hght-haired bastard was coming at him fast but he snatched a second to look for the gold thing on the floor. He spotted it a few feet away from him, lying there shining like a prize.
As he punched and parried, Ian's stream of consciousness went to work. It's entirely possible, he thought as he coolly landed a bull's eye on the blond fellow's jaw, that this fight has more to it than meets the eye. These guys are Americans, and they're toughs. Just the type who can be bought to play cat and mouse games with big fish like me. Then he came out of his reverie and lifted his chin just in time to make it convenient for the dark-haired guy's fist.
Ian reeled for an instant stung. Then he came back full force, battering with his fists like hammers. He was blood-red mad now, and these bastards didn't stand a chance. Ill kill 'em, he seethed, 111 kill 'em bothl He was driving forward, trying to polish the dark one off before the blonde recovered. The dark-haired guy was staggering beneath his blows, but parrying well, getting in a damn good shot or two now and then. Ian had to admire him, the shit, he was a hell of a good fighter...
"You hnnnnhhh!" the dark guy gasped as Ian hit him one to the belly. He crashed into a table, knocked it into another, sent empty glasses flying in all directions.
By this time, the crash of breaking glass was music to Ian's ears. He felt his fists stinging from the impact of the punches, felt his blood boiling in his veins from the excitement This was just what he needed, yessir, just exactly what he needed! It was almost better than fucking. Almost
Ian was very conscious of Lisa's eyes following him the whole time. He felt them burning into him, those dark liquid orbs, and it set the fire burning in his tool even stronger than before. He could feel his cock throbbing like a gigantic machine, thrusting forward almost as powerfully as his fists. His blood tingled, fired to the boiling point by arousal, and by the gut-level intensity of the fight
Ian turned to face the blonde one, feeling pretty sure that the dark-haired guy was benched for a while. At least long enough for him to get in a few good punches. The short little bastard came at him, seething, his blonde hair in disarray over his face.
He circled for a while, trying for an opening. But Ian was good. He knew his business, when it came to mis. He could lick 'em both. He circled with the blonde guy in the center of the floor, well aware that all eyes were on them. He was glad Max hadn't stepped in.
Max knew better, Ian thought as he danced around waiting for a punch. Max knows that it's my fight and that I won't need him unless somebody goes dirty on us, Ian grinned to himself.
His fists were punching at the air, trying to entice the light-haired fellow into his fatal knock-out Unless someone goes dirty on us, Ian grinned to himself, I've got this one in the bag. He felt the blood surging in his veins like water out of the Hoover Dam with all the gates open. The way he felt tonight, Ian knew he could fight ten guys at once and kill 'em all.
While he circled, clenching and unclenching his fists, he carefully dodged the slippery surface of the broken glass. It lay scattered all over the floor, shining like diamonds in the dim light.
Then, in among the shattered fragments of glass, he saw it again, the thing they were fighting for. Whatever it was. It gleamed a bright gold, lying there against the floor. He was aware that his opponent saw it now too, and was trying to get to it
Then he saw Lisa out of the corner of his eye. She had broken away from Max's protective grip, and was sneaking forward on her hands and knees through the broken glass, struggling to reach that golden object.
But then he had no time to think, because the guy rushed him, aimed a punch, missed. Ian connected a left to his jaw, but left himself uncovered, and caught the guy's right fist out of nowhere.
He staggered, but hammered back. He let blow after blow fall from his powerful fists, giving the fellow no time to think, forcing him into a corner. They slipped and slid on the broken glass, unable to find a foothold. They were grappling together now on that treacherous ground, both of them knowing that if one of them fell, there'd be a good slice or two awaiting him.
Ian struck out, missed, skidded. Jesus, he thought, going down in broken glass is not quite my idea of a fair finish! His mouth twisted coolly and he redoubled his efforts.
The next strike connected, a right to the jaw, and the blonde fellow went spinning, skidding on that diamond-like floor. He was coming back, both fists ready, and Ian was gauging which one to expect, ready to parry them both, determined to finish him off this time around. He had him now, and he knew it! The guy was exhausted, he was staggering.
All the time Ian had been keeping his ears cocked behind him for action from the dark-haired fellow. In the few seconds since he'd knocked him, Ian had been waiting for return action from that quarter. He was just about thinking it was time to turn around and check that out when...
"Aaauugghhh!" he heard behind him, at the same time as he heard a bloodcurdling yell escape from Max's throat
Ian spun around. The dark guy had come back from dreamland and was quietly sneaking up on Ian from behind, taking aim to bean him over the head with a bottle. Max's powerful fist in his gut had put an end to that dirty work.
"Thanks, Maxie!" Ian smiled, turning back to finish off the other fellow. "C'mon, Shorty," he taunted, "might as well send your kisser this way, 'cause it's all over now!"
"Uugghhh!" gasped the dark guy as Max scored. A nice one right to the chin, from the neat sound of it Ian thought to himself.
"Why you ... sonuvab ... teach you to meddle .. panted "Shorty", lurching unsteadily at Ian.
Ian waited for him with relish, grinning, listening to the crack of Max's pulverising fists ringing out behind him. In another thirty seconds they'd polish this off, between the two of them.
"Wipe up the floor with that bastard, Maxie!" Ian called over his shoulder; and then "Shorty" lashed out, and Ian turned into a whirlwind, a dynamo of power, all his concentration centered in his thrashing blows.
A few seconds later, Ian heard a crash behind him. "One down!" he sang out, "And one ...to ... GO!!"
"Shorty" reeled and fell with a heavy thud, out cold. Panting, Ian turned to Max behind him and they shook hands, grinning silently. Then Ian turned to look for Lisa, but he didn't have to look very hard, because she had come running up to him, her eyes shining with admiration and gratitude.
Ian got a good look at her then for the first time. It made him feel like he'd been hit in the jaw again. He decided that, double-cross or no, she was worth it She was an Italian type beauty, with lush hips, a graceful waist and the most mouth-watering breasts he had ever seen. Whatever the risk, he'd find out about Lisa. Her skin-tight dress was cut down in front almost to the navel, and her huge boobs thrust themselves out proudly, firm and ripe.
With every breath she took, her nipples threatened to push in to view, and Ian found it hard to tear his eyes off her tits and-look her in the face. The face was just as good-a sensuous, pouting mouth, dark eyes with thick lashes, and an olive toned skin that shone like satin. She lifted her hand then, and dangled the gold thing they'd been fighting for right in the deep crack of her cleavage.
"I think," she said softly, "that you're the guy who ought to have this."
He took a closer look at it and saw that it was a golden key, hanging from a fancy yellow satin ribbon.
"What ..." he began, mystified. But she didn't let him finish.
"C'mon," she said, taking him seductively by the arm, 'let's go find out."
He didn't know what the hell she was up to, but he wasn't a man to ask dumb questions where a piece of snatch like this was concerned. If there was something she had to find out he'd be more than happy to help her, yessir, especially if they could find it out lying down!
He tipped Max off that he was leaving, and then Lisa led him in silence the two blocks to her apartment. He let it happen that way. Minus the Porsche, he was better off incognito. It was best that she should think he was just some hot American John. Which he was, right now. He could smell her perfume on the soft night air, and could hear her nylon stockings swishing together when she walked.
This better be good, he thought to himself, 'cause I'm so hot by this time...
"Here we are," she said suddenly. She unlocked a door, led him inside, then bolted it behind her. She turned on a soft light went to the radio and put on some soft music, then turned to face him^ smiling.
The fact that she didn't say anything was a fantastic turn-on. Good, Ian breathed silently. Class. It's just my style.
Slowly, staring right at him with her big dark eyes, she began unfastening the front of her dress. There wasn't much to unfasten, and in a flash the black, slinky thing was in a heap on the floor at her feet Then she stepped right out of it and, without a word, began to undulate towards the bedroom.
She was clad only in a black lace bra and panties, with a red satin garter belt underneath, to which her shimmering stockings were fastened. She wiggle-assed to the door of the bedroom, fluffing her hair seductively over her voluptuous shoulders. She turned, smiled mysteriously, then bent down and took off both her high heels, giving Ian a jolt of her cleavage that was like a shot in the groin.
"Well?!" she whispered, running a wet pink velvet tongue over her hps.
Ian lost no time then, moving towards her, stripping himself naked as he went, still suspecting a double-cross but figuring he would cross that bridge when he came to it. Meanwhile he intended to enjoy himself no matter what it cost him.
She was on her back on the bed, skinning herself out of the panties and bra, letting her huge boobs flop free, exposing the shining roundness of her firm ass cheeks. Ian dropped his pants and his pole shot out like a battering ram, ready for instant action. His blood was throbbing in his engorged prick now, and pounding in his temples so that he could hardly see straight. She spread her graceful legs, scissoring wide so that he could see straight into the glistening treasure that he was about to claim. The red satin garter belt and the stockings made an erotic frame for her beckoning slit and the curly dark bush of her pussy fur.
"Oh, baby!" Ian gasped, coming down on top of her like an Olympic diver starting out to swim the big race.
His thick pole charged forward, the blunt head of it slicing open her wet cunt lips with ease. He groaned with deep ecstasy as he felt himself sliding so quickly into that deep dark heaven. One plunge and he was in.
"God!!" Ian gasped out sharply.
"Aaahhhh ..." Lisa sighed deeply, feeling her eager canal swallowing up his big weapon voraciously.
He bent his head to her silky neck, kissing and licking like a hungry man at a feast, so aroused that he hardly knew where to begin. He wanted to swal- low her all at once, drink her in, devour her luscious-ness. He ground against her, struggling to bury himself in her hot tightness, mashing his pelvis to hers with bone-crushing force.
Her tits jutted up against his chest, velvety soft and a delicious contrast to his muscular hardness. He twisted his shoulders back and forth, caressing himself with the huge snowy mounds, loving the way they flopped and jiggled under the pressure of his body. Her nipples were poking up now, growing dark and tight, punching into his chest so deliciously that it drove him fairly wild.
He bent and buried his face in the rich boob flesh, at the same time beginning to hump his prick in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Back and forth, from one stiff nipple to the other his tongue lashed, licking and stroking skillfully.
"Ahhnnnnhhh!" she moaned as his mouth caught one heaving, tit, sucked it in hotly, covered it with delicious wetness. He sucked and pulled at it, feeling how this fired her passion, feeling her rosebud nipple grow hard as a rock against his tongue.
At the same time his hands were roaming all over her, stroking and massaging the supple shoulders, then sliding down the exquisite curve of her waist to her thrashing hips. She was bucking up off the bed now, shoving and withdrawing, pushing and pulling as if she wanted to impale herself on his pulsating rod. He grabbed her ass cheeks from underneath, kneading the flesh in his powerful hands, lifting her up so that he could pound deeper and deeper.
"Nnnhhhh," she whimpered, tossing her head wildly against the pillow, "it's good, oh yes, that's sooo good ..."
"Hot baby, sweet, beautiful baby," Ian breathed into her satiny boob flesh. She was glistening with perspi- ration now from her efforts, and he began to lick it up from the deep crack of her cleavage, inhaling the wonderful smell of her perfume mixed with her sweat. He felt her quivering in every muscle as she strained up at him now, offering herself as a willing sacrifice to his engorged desire.
"You're so lovely, my fine hot princess," he cooed into her ear. Then, "Give it to me, princess," he rasped in a voice harsh with power and desire. "Give it all to me, everything you've got... I"
"Yes, oh God, yes!" Lisa rasped out, her breathing ragged and uneven. "You're so big, ohhhh ... so big ..."
He pumped it into her in a rapidly increasing rhythm, feeling how her hips begged him to go faster, slam deeper, take her all the way to heaven. The sweet steaming walls of her canal clutched at his prick tighter and tighter, and he could feel the spasms beginning in the depths of her body. His hot balls banged hard against the sweaty satin of her inner thighs, and each time he lunged forward the urge to shoot grew stronger in his guts.
Can't do that, he grinned to himself, gotta hang on, give this little lady a real ride for her money. Wanta make this last forever, stay buried in this sweet piece of glory for as long as I can!
"Take my rod," he breathed, "take my big rod ..."
"Mmmmmm, ahhh, nnnnnhhhhhhh," Lisa choked out, throwing her legs around his waist and slamming herself upward with frantic force. Her little heels dug sharply into his straining back, and her fingernails dug his shoulders with all the raw abandon of a cat in heat He could feel her climbing, soaring, nearing the dizzying edge of sheer ecstasy. Ian's pulsating tool gave one last pile-driving shove, so hard that he felt as if he split her in half.
"Aauugghhh!" Lisa shrieked, wrapping herself around him < as if to pull his whole body into her womb. Stars flashed before her eyes and she felt her insides convulse again and again as the glories of orgasm ripped through her flesh.
She bucked and writhed, totally lost in the soaring sensations that rippled through her body as if they would never stop. Ian stayed with her all the way, keeping perfect pace with the needs of her climax, pumping fiercely at first and then slowing, gradually bringing her down. At last she lay back against the pillow limply, released his shoulders, and gazed up at him with a glowing smile. Her mysterious, limpid eyes burned into his, firing his arousal all over again.
"Mmmmm ... nice," she whispered to him, her satisfaction with him very clear from the enraptured expression of her face.
Ian smiled his slow, cool smile. "That was only an appetizer," he said enticingly. "Stay around for the main course."
"Oh, I'm not going anywhere," Lisa laughed, tossing her dark curls flirtatiously, "not when I've got a dick as big as yours to entertain me. I'm not through with you yet you know," she finished with a tantalizing glance.
"Glad to hear it," Ian breathed, beginning to kiss her delicate neck again, feeling his rod burning like fire, still stiff and potent inside her. He withdrew slowly, savoring every excruciating moment Just sliding out of her like that was almost enough to make him blow his load. The snub nose of his weapon popped from the swollen hps of her hole with a delicious sucking sound.
He knelt between her spread-eagled legs and began to peel off the delicate stockings, first one and then the other. Skillfully his fingertips caressed her as they moved, searching out every minor erotic zone along the slender length of her limbs. She watched him with pleasure, and already her voluptuous breasts were beginning to heave again with aroused breathing. „
Then Ian unfastened the fancy red satin thing from around her waist, pulled it free, tossed it on the floor. He sat back and looked at her lewdly, drinking in the sight of her vulnerable nakedness. Her snatch was spread open, the lips swollen and distended, a tantalizing reddish-pink. He slid his hands forward, stroked the delicacy of her inner thighs, then slipped his forefinger into her slit and put it directly on her button.
Instantly he felt her clitoris jerk with excitement, stabbing up against him in instant arousal. He manipulated it slowly and with skill, running his finger in circles around the steadily tightening flower of it, enjoying the slippery smoothness of her sex juice as he rubbed. All the while, he stared at her blatantly, seeking to fire her need with his burning, suggestive gaze.
"Mmmmmmm," murmured Lisa, "I like that, big man. I like that a lot." Her tongue began to play in and out of her lips, beckoning to him tantalizingly, leaving a dewy moisture over her sensuous mouth. She raised her hands to her big breasts and lifted them towards him invitingly, smiling with delight when she saw how much this turned him on.
His finger was moving in widening circles now, slipping down now and then to caress the rim of her hole. He was teasing her, playing her like a fish on a line, and she loved it She wriggled her hips feeling the wetness flowing down there again, feeling that delicious burning ache starting up. He got closer and closer to her cunt mouth, began darting and jabbing just barely inside it. He could see from the rhythm starting in her pelvis that she was getting ready again. Suddenly he slid his finger, slathered with juice, down to the sensitive puckered mouth of her ass hole.
"Ahhhhh, do it!" Lisa gasped, going suddenly tense all over with joy. He loved the way her delicate muscles corded and became defined under the satin blanket of her skin.
"You like that don't you?" he murmured. A slight edge of hardness, of coldness in his voice made it doubly thrilling. "Yess ..." he hissed, "you like it back there, don't you?"
"Ohhhhhh ... ohh ...!" Lisa exclaimed in a strangled voice. She was squirming around now, her eyes heavy-lidded as if she were in a hypnotic trance. Her hips jabbed downward, begging him to stick it in, trying to coerce his finger into the hot depths of her anus. He circled teasingly, lubricating her ass hole with her streaming cunt juice.
He worked deeper and deeper, until suddenly the tight opening gave way and his finger slid smoothly in, making her catch her breath in a knife-sharp gasp. He could feel how the tight walls clutched and grabbed, sucking him in. He worked at her carefully, gently, watching her face. Her eyes had fluttered and closed, the dark lashes casting exquisite shadows down her delicate cheeks. Her mouth worked, her pearly teeth grabbing and biting at her sensuous lips. Her beautiful face was contorted with expressions of raw pleasure.
Ian thought that she was the most erotic vision he had ever seen, lying there like that abandoning her flesh to him completely, giving him everything she had. The rhythm of her squirming pelvis was echoed in the twisting shadows of agonized ecstasy that played over her facial features. She was naked to him, body and soul.
Beads of sweat broke out on Ian's forehead as he watched her, and his groin throbbed with a pulsating pain of need. Jesus, he thought, what a hell of a woman! He knew that when he finally got into her again he'd have one hell of a load to deliver.
"Ohhh," Lisa moaned, beginning to writhe desperately against the bed, "do it to me again! Please ..." she gasped, "please... I need your big thing..."
Slowly, tantalizingly, Ian pulled his finger from her ass hole and slid it up the length of her slit Her body jackknif ed in a spasm of ecstasy, and then she shuddered all over. In one smooth motion he slid his arms beneath her and turned her onto her belly, then drew her weight backwards so that she was resting on her knees. He jockeyed up behind her, took his tool in his hands and fitted the bulging head of it into her ass crack.
"Nnnnimhhhhhhhh!" Lisa whimpered, burying her face in the pillow, waiting for his delicious thrust, waiting to be possessed from behind.
He slid his dick slowly down over the wet ass opening, found her steaming, wide-open hole, and drove forward with his hips like a raging bull.
Lisa's scream was muffled in the pillow, but he knew it had been one of pleasure and not of pain. She was dying for him now, already aching desperately for another orgasm, for the feeling of his hot cream in her womb. She jockeyed her ass back against his pelvis as tight as it would go.
He grasped her by the shoulders, his strong fingers digging possessively into her supple, willing flesh. He kneaded and massaged with his hands, setting his hips into a steady rhythm of plunge and withdrawal His face was buried in the thick fragrance of her hair, and the perfume rising from her sweaty neck drove him nearly wild. He lashed out with his teeth, began to bite her on the delicate nape, shoving forward at the same time in a driving rhythm. His balls banged hotly on the firm marble mounds of her ass cheeks. He was buried in her as deep as he could go, felt the nose of his prick nudging to the end of her tunnel
Her cries of pleasure were desperate now, unintelligible, fired by raw animal passion. She rocked on her knees, meeting his rhythm skillfully, letting him penetrate her body as deeply as it was possible to go. He lifted his face and saw how her long, sexy fingernails were clawing at the pillow, clutching and scraping in a joyous frenzy.
"Ahh, my tigress," Ian breathed against her neck, "you're the sweetest heaven there is. I'll give it to you, give it to you just the way you like it!" The cool edge to his voice, detached in spite of his passion, gave her a strange erotic thrilL
He left her shoulders then, sliding his hands down and under her to grab at the free-swinging orbs of her breasts. She gasped in instantaneous excitement as his rock-hard fingers closed around the rich, sensitive breast flesh. Instantly he felt her nipples go harder than ever, poking into his palms with a desperation of desire. He kneaded and massaged the opulent mounds, loving the velvety feel of them spilling through his fingers.
At the same time his teeth nippled insistently at her sensitive shoulders, and his tongue lashed out from time to time in a licking caress. Her body shivered and shuddered beneath him, totally possessed by him, totally at his command. Each spot of erotic sensitivity that he found, he worked on with skill, taking fierce pleasure in the way she reacted. She was Kke a fine filly with a soft mouth, perfectly trained to the bit With hardly any effort at all-a lick here, a nip there-he could make her do exactly what he wanted her to. She was giving mm \he ride oi Yas n£e, mis fine thoroughbred mare, and he was having a rip-roaring time of it. All the way to the finish line.
Yessir, Ian grinned to himself, all the way to the goddamn finish line! He felt his load gathering inside him like a cloudburst, pushing and shoving to be set free, billowing up in his balls so that he had to grit lus teeth to hold it But every second that he held hack was one more second of pleasure for him, and he dug into his work with relish, putting off that final explosion of glory as long as he could.
He'd come again that night be knew. He'd let Lisa catch her bream, recover from his powerful onslaught and then he'd take her again. Take her as she never had been before, show the little lady the time of her life. He'd get it up again, and they'd go on until dawn...
"Aauugghhh!" Lisa cried as a jolt of pure liquid fire shook her trembling flesh. She was getting frantic now, zooming to the pinnacle of her need so fast that it made her feel faint Ian buried his face in her back and felt the delicate beads of perspiration bathing him. A smacking sound filled the room as their sweaty bodies met and parted again and again, slamming and separating with frenzied passion.
He squeezed her huge tits so hard that she gave a muffled scream of pain. But she loved it Ian knew that she loved it and his mouth twisted into a grin of sheer pleasure.
"Do it for me, princess, give it all to me," he said commandingly, his voice as cold and smooth as a steel sword, his teeth clenched from his concentration on orgasm. "Any minute now, any minute ..
The battering sledge hammer of his prick was plowing her cunt hole mercilessly now. He could feel the wet walls of her canal clutching at him, drawing him in, stiaining for glory. His muscles tensed as he raced for the finish. He felt his load building, building, every nerve in his body consumed with erotic fire. His heart pounded and his head soared as he moved into that last stretch before the spurt of relief and glory.
"Any ... minute ..." Ian panted, feeling as ii he was about to lose consciousness.
"Aaauuugh!" the scream was ripped from Lisa's very guts, and he felt her cunt walls ripple in the onset of orgasm.
"... NOW!" Ian bellowed, feeling his load rush down his stalk and burst inside her like fireworks. He shot and shot his pole jerking frantically in the tight sweet bed of her canal. He poured jolt after jolt of steaming cream into her eager, waiting depths. He felt her clutching at him, drawing it out of him, sucking him dry.
They grappled together on the bed for several minutes, lost in the throes of passion, completely absorbed in each other. Wave after wave of ecstasy broke over Ian's flesh, threatening to drown him. He felt like he was pouring his entire body into the succulent cavern of this mysterious woman. He let himself go, loving every minute of it trying to make it last as long as possible.
But finally his boner was dry, and he collapsed on the soft pillow of her flesh, totally satisfied. He rested there, feeling her rapid, heaving breath beneath him. He knew that she was totally wrung out too. They lay there for several minutes in total silence.
"Fabulous," Lisa breathed at last. "You're fabulous."
Ian grinned triumphantly into the dark fragrant haven of her neck.
"Does that mean," he asked suavely, "that I win?"
He was deliberately being vague, hoping that if she was up to dirty tricks, he could trick her back-into betraying herself.
"Win?" she laughed vivaciously. "Win what?"
T was hoping you could tell me that," Ian replied, his voice as calm and cool as ice, betraying no emotion one way or the other. He paused meaningfully. "I suppose I mean win the door prize for this charming game of roulette we're playing."
He waited for the slight gasp, the tell-tale muscular tension that, however well covered it might be, would let him know that his jab had hit home. And let her know that he was onto her. But she only laughed again, delightedly, and nuzzled her face into the pillow. Then she pulled free of him and turned over Iangorously, reached for a cigarette and lit it, exhaling seductively.
"Roulette?" she purred, teasing him with a voluptuous smile. "This is roulette we're playing?"
"Well yes,' he responded coolly, his voice tinged with irony, "some people seem to look on sex and roulette as being about the same thing." Privately he was thinking to himself that if she was out to expose him as a smuggler, she knew her job. She showed not the slightest sign of nervousness. He decided to try again.
"About that door prize..." he began. "Ah! Yes, yes, quite right; you do win it, hands down," said Lisa, She climbed gracefully from the bed and went to fetch the key, came back and dropped it into his palm, yellow ribbon and all. This was not what he'd expected, but the mystery of it all was right up his alley. She looked at him sensuously, her dark eyes glowing.
"Where are you going next?" she asked. Jesus, Ian thought to himself, the plot thickens!
Where have I heard that question before? He deliberated about half a second, then decided to go for broke. "Cannes," he replied evenly.
Lisa smiled. "When you get to Cannes," she said mysteriously, "go to the bar called Le Coq dOr, order a drink, and drop the key in plain sight on the counter. After that, things will take care of themselves."
When he finally left her, an hour or so short of dawn, Ian determined to risk one last probe into what the hell was going on. "By the way," he said casually at the door, "have you ever met a girl named Jeanette Graney? Shes American I think, so maybe you might know her." He watched her face like a hawk for the give-away.
Lisa thought a moment. Then she fixed her eyes on him solemnly, but Ian had the distinct impression there was mischief in them. "No," she said, straight-faced, "no, I never heard of her."
And Ian found himself walking the dark streets of Nice in the chilly pre-dawn, no wiser than he had been before, but with a mysterious gold key in his pocket that he had no idea what to do about.
"Use it, I guess," he muttered softly to himself. "Either it will unlock a lot of adventure for me. Or it will get me locked up."
His mouth twisted into its characteristic cool smile then, and he began to whistle softly and happily. Sex and danger. They were his favorite combination.