Chapter 6
"Yeah, that's all we have to do-to get killedf" Max remarked with annoyance, gunning the motor harder than he meant to as they sped along the road to St Tropez. They had completed their deals in Cannes, and were now on their way to the big pay-off, the last contact point of the trip. Max was at the wheel of the Porsche and Ian was taking it easy for a change.
Things had gone well in Cannes, well all along the way in fact now that they were nearing the finish line Max was getting edgy. He didn't want to take any stupid chances at this point not even for a great piece of tail. But he could tell that Ian was turned on to the adventure of the whole thing, and there would be no talking him out of a follow-through now.
"Win a few, lose a few Maxie," Ian remarked calmly. The key nestled snugly in his breast pocket right over his heart He could feel the hard metal of it nudging him through the fabric, egging him on to new excitement and new risks. Irresistible. "I like my sex salted with danger. Besides," he added with his characteristic cool smile, "there's nothing to worry about, Max. Because I never lose."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know all about it" said Max worriedly, "I've been in it with you from the beginning and I trust you further than I can throw you. But this is women, buddy-you know, dames, the critters we never trust?! I don't know, I just don't like it!" he finished in exasperation.
"Look Marie," Ian came back calmly, "I want to know what this is all about, and a good screw or two into the bargain isn't going to hurt anything. The key is a gift. Why pass it up " "Ever heard of the Trojan horse?" said Max morosely.
"And 'Never look a gift horse in the mouth'," Ian parried back.
Max sighed resignedly, concentrating on hugging the Porsche neatly to the road at the highest speed he dared. His mind was largely on the difficult task ahead of them in St. Tropez. Getting away clean with those emeralds would be one of the coups of their career. If they pulled it off. "Look," he said finally, *\vhoever she is waiting for us in St. Tropez, she's going to be the third official delivery point for that damn key and, if you ask me, thaf s pressing Lady Luck beyond the call of duty."
"Ever heard of Third time is the charm?'" said Ian.
"Ever heard of Three strikes and you're out'?" said Max.
Ian shrugged indifferently, and Max could tell that the discussion was officially closed. After that, silence reigned until the alluring diamond lights of St. Tropez twinkled ahead of them in the warm velvet darkness.
Max stopped to ask directions a couple of times, and they shortly found themselves standing before the entrance to Chez Renard. "You know what it means, don't you?" said Max. "The House of the Fox."
"So? Come on, Dr. Watson, get your balls together and let's go." With that, Ian strode purposefully through the door, settled down at the bar, and opened for business. If the fox was ever going to show, this was surely the place for it He and Max ordered drinks, and Ian settled down into casing the joint-which was actually the classiest they had been in so far-and into cruising the barmaids. After ten minutes, he had worked them all over in his mind and was getting bored. The key was where it belonged on the counter, but so far not one of them had even given him a tumble. He was starting to sweat thinking maybe their luck had run out and they were being played for fools.
Just as he was staring disgustedly at the little gold key, a slender white hand came down on top of it from out of nowhere.
"This belong to you?" said a sexy voice in his ear, the sexiest voice he'd ever heard. Before he even turned around, the smell of her perfume told him that there was a body there to match the voice.
"That's right" he answered coolly, then turned and found himself staring at the world's most superbly stacked redhead. Holy Christ Ian breathed inwardly, St Tropez's answer to Rita Hayworth! She wore a lowcut pink cocktail dress that made her hair look as if it was on fire, and made her flawless white skin appear almost translucent. He saw now why he'd been confused-she was a customer and he'd been expecting it to be a barmaid. He felt Max almost falling off the barstool next to him, raring to go.
"Good," she purred, smiling sweetly, and picking up the key. "Shall we go?" Max and Ian both got to their feet at the same time, looking like very suave but very hungry tigers who have just spotted a particularly sumptuous gazelle.
"Just him," she said firmly, nodding her head towards Ian and giving Max an icy look from the depths of her green eyes. Max nodded smoothly and sat down again, just as happy to be left behind so he could keep an eye on things. "My name is Sherri," she added, supping her arm possessively through Ian's and propelling him towards the door.
Ian followed willingly, shooting a meaningful wink at Max over his shoulder, and Max gave an answering sly smile and nod. The communication between them was usually pretty perfect where matters of cunt were concerned.
Oh well, Max sighed resignedly to himself, HI just have to see if I can get one of these uncooperative barmaids to cooperate. He'd already picked out the one he wanted, a black-haired brown-eyed babe whose manner suggested something of the bitch, which Max figured could mean she was a fiery little lay. He'd heard the bartender call her Sandra, so he was armed with that much at least.
"Well, I don't like it, and I'm not going to settle for much more of it!" Max heard an angry male voice saying over near the door. He turned to see Sherri and Ian locking eyes with a short oily-looking fellow who seemed to be trying to stop them. He was darkly handsome in a sinister sort of way, dressed like a dandy, the typical St Tropez gambler. He had faint traces of an Italian accent Sherri murmured something to him that Max didn't catch, then zipped out the door with Ian behind her.
I think I'm gonna watch this one, Max thought quietly to himself as the man came over to the bar and sat down. Perhaps the fox has turned up at last and that could mean trouble.
"No, no trouble," Sherri was saying placatingly, "just forget it"
"But who is he?" Ian persisted, strongly smelling a rat and feeling suddenly convinced that this whole plot to trap them was about to come out in the open.
But Sherri only smiled and laid one slender finger against his lips, forcing him to silence. She began to trace the finger delicately back and forth across his mouth, sending tingling vibrations of pleasure through Ian's whole body. He had no choice but to forget the question, because already his demanding tool was thrusting upwards, throbbing with a desperate fire.
They were stretched out on Sherri's big double bed, Ian stark naked and Sherri wrapped in a red silk dressing gown that echoed the glorious crown of her hair. As her finger traced his lips, Ian's hand began to stroke the soft silk of the robe, appreciating the sensuality of it. He recognized this dressing gown business as something of a trademark with all these chicks who belonged to the key. He had to admit that it sure as hell turned him on. It was more fun if he had to take something off a woman in order to get to her, and it was double fun if that something was smashingly sexy.
"Ummmmm," Ian murmured, running his hand over her succulent hipbone, giving in to the ecstatic feeling of her finger tracing his lips. Every so often her long pink-painted fingernail grazed his cheek excitingly, like the claw of a jungle cat. Quite suddenly he opened his mouth and bit.
"Ahh!" she exclaimed in surprise. He saw from the fire that welled up in her green eyes, from the slight smile that curved her sensuous mouth, that he had pleased her. He began drawing all of her lovely slender fingers into his mouth then, licking carefully between each one, stimulating the erotic nerves. She began to undulate slowly against the bed, and the red silk dressing gown slowly began to part from her movements.
Enormous marble-white breasts wiggled gradually into view, swelling and rolling with the increasing deepness of her breathing. Her fiery green eyes had narrowed now, were heavy-lidded with growing passion, and her exquisite eyelashes fluttered delicately on her white cheeks. They were mascaraed heavily with black, and cast long tantalizing shadows over the virginal whiteness of her face. She wasn't young-in her late twenties Ian would guess-but she was a classy lady, and so there was something unmistakably unspoiled about her.
Ian bent forward, releasing her hand from his lips, and placed his mouth possessively over hers. A sudden galvanizing fire sprang up between them from the kiss, and her lips parted for him almost like magic. He delved in with his tongue, caressing the velvety membranes of her mouth, exploring every soft, sensuous inch of that warm cavern. Her tongue answered him eagerly, pushing back at him, twisting and turning with an erotic skill that surprised even Ian. After about five wonderful minutes, Ian came up for air.
"Wow!" he breathed.
"You like?" Sherri teased, wrapping her arms like tender clinging vines around his neck.
"Yes, ma'am, I sure do like," Ian responded, running his hand up and down the curve of her elegant torso with lust that was just barely controlled. She felt the power in his fingers as they dug into her flesh, and it sent her head spinning with desire.
"Then why don't you come on in?" she teased, weaving against the bed as seductively as a snake.
Then suddenly he was on top of her, ripping open the dressing gown with his hands and forcing his lips down on hers again, all in one motion. He slithered her out of the red silk thing as their bodies thrashed and writhed together, and even he had to admire his own skill on that one. She was naked before she knew it, with his throbbing nakedness pressed tightly and deliciously against her.
"Ahhnnnhh," Sherri cried out, feeling the urgency of his erection poking into her belly. She knew that any minute now it would be down there between her legs, forcing its way in, filling the desperate emptiness of her womanhood. She writhed sinuously against the mattress, feeling her legs part for him almost without her will, feeling every nerve in her body beginning to tingle with the ecstasy she was about to enjoy, the glory that only a real man could give her.
His enormous swollen rod flopped and bounced against her belly, leaving streaks of fluid everywhere, tantalizing her beyond endurance. At the same time Ian bent his head to drink in the fragrance of her slender neck; he planted wet kisses along the length of her vulnerable throat, feeling her shudder deliciously every time he hit one of her special erogenous zones.
His erection was pulsating uncontrollably now, thrusting and jabbing at her belly with frantic power. Each time the head of his prick grazed that velvety softness, he felt almost as if he would blow. Slowly, gradually, he was sliding down her curvaceous body, kneeing her legs wider and wider apart. Suddenly his tool slipped into her slit, and the nose of it bumped up hard against the throbbing rosebud of her clitoris.
"Auuggbhhl" she screamed, "that's good. Oh God, that's so good!"
Just as he dipped his head down to her beckoning cleavage, he felt her long slender hands snuggle in between their bodies, felt her lovely cool fingers closing tightly around the throbbing fullness of his prick. She grasped him and began to manipulate him, stroking her own clit in a sensuous circular motion with the nose of his rubbery tool.
He felt her juice coming off on him, felt the jutting eagerness of her rosebud beginning to pulsate wildly as he caressed it. Every once in a while her fingers closed tightly around his pole and slid all the way up to the base and back down again, making the outer skin slip and slide deliciously. It made him feel like he was going to come apart at the seams. It almost seemed like she was trying to drive them both crazy before he even got into her.
But he knew the lady knew her business. She knew all the joys of a long fuck, not content to settle for a quick come. She was an artist at sexuality, stroking and caressing herself with his swollen organ so that both of them were nearly driven wild with pleasure.
"Mmm, mmmmm," Sherri gasped, rolling from side to side, her knees bent and drawn up against her chest now. Ian looked down and saw her fingers playing with his thing, saw the glistening pink flower of her slit spread wide open for him, and the sight made his head pound with delirious ecstasy. He could see every pulsebeat, both in his rod and in her cunt lips, glowing red with lust and surging with juice. She seemed to be teasing herself beyond endurance.
Suddenly the almond green eyes flew open, and she gazed at him with dreamy arousal. 1 like it from behind," she whispered lustily, bent her knees tightly, and turned over onto her belly before Ian was even quite aware of what was happening. The movement had been so graceful under him that he was almost surprised to find himself confronting the white marble curve of her back, feeling the perfectly rounded moons of her ass grazing his lower belly.
He raised himself on his knees, getting ready to mount from behind, pausing to admire the exquisite voluptuous ass cheeks that waved in the air in front of him. Her slit was swollen wide open, deep pink and glisteningly ready. He picked up his cock in both hands and traced the head of it around her vaginal rim, feeling himself drenched with succulent juice.
"Ohh, ohhhhhhhhhhh ..." Sherri groaned, burying her face in the pillow, "do it, do it to me, oh God, stick it in..."
Ian didn't need a second invitation. He was nearly going crazy himself by this time. He shoved blindly forward as if he wanted to rip her in two, and felt his shaft sink home to the very depths of her canal. He felt the membranes give momentarily, and then tighten around him like a glove, fitting themselves eagerly to his shape, "Uuhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sherri gasped, filled with gut-splitting joy from his sudden thrust. "Yes, oh yes," she panted. T)o it, do it to me now!"
"Oh, baby," Ian murmured hotly, falling forward, covering her body with his own, beginning to hump her wildly from behind. His pelvis slammed down again and again, ricocheting off of her velvet ass cheeks with a solid smack that sent him straight to heaven. His balls bounced and flopped with each shove and withdrawal, and right off the bat he hit an almost jack-hammer rhythm.
Her cunt juice flowed copiously, drenching his cock with slippery sweetness, oozing out to slather the delicate insides of her thighs. The aroma of it rose up between her legs and mingled with her perfume. The two scents filled Ian's nostrils together, firing him to an almost insane level of desire. He saw how her marble white back rippled beneath him, the muscles contracting sinuously beneath the flawless white velvet of her skin.
Above that lay the gleaming, burning crown of her fiery red hair, almost shooting off sparks as it caught the lamplight. He was damn glad she'd left the light on, because he hated to fuck in the dark. Half the fun of it was seeing what you were getting. Right now he saw that flaming hair beckoning to him and he lurched forward, burying his face in its thick fragrance. He nuzzled it fiercely, then slid his face down and sank his teeth into the bared nape of her neck.
"Uunhnh!" she cried out, bucking up against him like a young lioness in heat. She shoved her neck against his face, begging for his teeth, begging him to sink in, open the white skin, take and vanquish her completely.
Ian responded lustfully, biting her all over, covering her marble white neck and shoulders with great red welts, alternating the nips with licks of his hot moist tongue. He loved the way she shuddered beneath him, adoring every minute of it, begging for more. She was gasping frantically now, shoving her cunt up and back at him as if she could not stand another minute of it. He could feel, from the way her vaginal walls clutched at him, that her orgasm was on the way. He had only to nurse her a little further, and she'd come all over him, spraying glorious cunt juice onto his tool.
He drove forward then, hitting the accelerator for all he was worth, knowing he could give her a cunt full of stars any minute now. She wiggled her hips around in a circle, rotating her impaled hole on the thickness of his rod so that it caressed her vaginal canal from every possible angle. She rocked back and forth on her knees, waving her sweet rounded ass at him, practically forcing him into her like a corkscrew.
He grabbed her shoulders tightly, one in each strong hand, hung on, closed his eyes tightly, and gritted his teeth. The way she was throwing it at him now, it was all he could do to hang on. He wanted to save himself, because it was clear that Sherri had a couple of explosions after this left to give him, and he wanted to be sure he was up to every single one.
"That's my girl,'' Ian panted, nipping at the back of her succulent neck. "Do it baby, go on, fly for me," he whispered enticingly. "You can make it honey, you're gonna make it Come baby, come for Ianl"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagghhl" Sherri screamed, digging her teeth into the pillow so that she sounded strangled. At the same time her slender fingers clutched at the bed covers, clawing frantically, the sleek pink nails disappearing in the intensity of her passion. Ian felt her insides contract against him again and again. He felt her orgasm burst over his prick like a flash of lightning, grabbing him, sucking at him, pulling him deeper and deeper into her ravenous hole.
He hung on hard, struggling with all his might to keep from blowing his load. The way that cunt of hers clutched at him, it wanted cream and no mistake about it. Well, he would give it to her, sooner or later. Hopefully later, because he wanted to get as much mileage out of this night and this nooky as he possibly could. He pumped fiercely, gauging the level of the spasms that clutched at his dick, waiting for the moment of release and fulfillment to crest waiting until her grasping tension died down.
At last she fell limply against the pillows, her lovely face buried deeply there, her fingernails still digging rhythmically at the coverlet s "Ohhh, ohhhhhhhhh ..." she moaned. Her lovely ass kept undulating spasmodically as the last of her climax ebbed inside her. He watched her, thinking how nothing was quite as beautiful as a woman who had just gotten it off. They were so sensual then, so super sexy, Ian thought, watching her slender torso wriggle rhythmically, glistening with sexual sweat in the dim light. He bent forward slowly and began to lick it, all the little-glittering beads of it, off her back with his skilled tongue.
"Uuhhhnnnnnnhhh ..." Sherri moaned, squirming under the tantalizing warmth of his mouth. He could feel how her muscles were relaxed now, giving in like velvet under his tongue. He licked up every drop of the dew on her skin, savoring the mingled tastes of sweat and perfume. His dick still rested in her hole, hard as steel and big as a tree. He knew that she was pleased with him because he had gotten her off, and because the promise of more to come still rested enticingly inside her canal.
He ran his tongue lasciviously down the length of her graceful spine, at the same time pulling his weight backwards onto his knees. This made his engorged weapon slip teasingly from its berth. It popped suddenly from her hole with a wet smacking sound.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, collapsing against the bed in sudden emptiness.
But Ian kept his tongue going, slithering down her backbone until it came to rest teasingly at the top of her ass crack. He felt her hips buck eagerly as his tongue circled and hovered there, as his breath blew out hot and moist against the creamy cheeks of her ass. He took one in each hand, grasping and massaging the firm flesh with pleasure. They were just right, not too big and not too small; just a fine fit for his hands.
He squeezed and released, squeezed and released, watching the gooseflesh bump up on her back in response to his manipulations. She answered him eagerly, clutching the muscles of her buttocks tightly, giving him something to grab. He grinned, loving the way she felt. Every single inch of this woman's body could sexve \mn exottcafiy. "rle COull see fcV already. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was doing it all for him. He smiled, thoroughly pleased, and bent his head forward so that his hot breath blewoutright overher sensitive anus.
"Oh!" she exclaimed again, jumping in astonished excitement.
He shoved the white moons of her cheeks wide apart then, and gazed hungrily at the dark puckered mouth of her asshole. Beneath it stretched the pink wetness of her slit, glistening and throbbing from her recent orgasm. Her snatch fired his imagination and his excitement, glowing right beneath his face like an overripe piece of fruit, dripping succulent juice. He would get into her again. But first he would give her another treat.
He knew these women who knew sex well. He knew that they were smart enough to know that they had more than one hole that mattered when it came to pleasure. He dipped his face forward carefully, almost as if he was about to drink the finest shot in the house. The aroma of her sex juice and of her ass crack floated up to fill his nostrils, making his gut flip over with shuddering anticipation. It hovered there in front of him, the tight closed bud of her asshole, brownish pink, filled with promise. He could feel her quivering all over as he approached it
Suddenly his tongue lashed out and began to rim her, circling and undulating enticingly. He heard her gasp deeply against the pillow, almost overcome by the erotic vibrations that instantly tantalized her flesh. Automatically she raised herself onto her knees, making her ass cheeks part, so that his tongue had easier access. He licked and caressed her anal opening, shpping his hand between her legs at the same time, so that his finger was able to reach the bud of her clit.
"Uuuhhhh!" she exclaimed, beginning to rock back and forth on her knees, offering her clit to his finger and her asshole to his tongue with unrestrained excitement.
He circled around and around, rimming her wetly from behind, loving the way the marble curves of her buttocks quivered against his face. Slowly he felt her anus opening for him, swelling and distending, begging for the entrance of his tongue. He brought his other free hand up and stuck his forefinger against the puckered mouth of her ass hole. She jumped almost a mile high with the erotic shock of the feeling. She shoved her pretty little buttocks desperately backwards then, teased beyond endurance, begging him to go in.
As one hand was manipulating her clit, the other hand was playing around with her anus, so that she was beginning to feel dizzy in the head from the combined erotic vibrations that rippled through her flesh. Her hips were swinging back and forth and jerking up and down almost uncontrollably. The fire was being ignited inside her again, and was rapidly racing to forest fire proportions.
"Ahhhnnnhhh, I need you, I want you inside me," Sherri moaned. Her ass hole was deliriously soaking wet with his saliva, and she could feel her sex juice flowing again, making her feel like she had a river going between her legs with the two of them combined. She had raised herself up on her knees, and the voluptuous globes of her tits swung freely beneath her, flopping back and forth with every thrust of her graceful ass into the air.
Ian slid his hands underneath her and grabbed for her boobs. This brought his body forward against her so that his prick jabbed frantically against the place his finger had just left. She felt the snubbed nose of his tool nudging her wet anal opening, and felt as if she might faint with desire.
"Do you want me in there?" Ian purred teasingly. He was squeezing and releasing her huge fleshy tits, feeling the nipples pucker instantly under his touch. He could sense the way she quivered from head to toe when his cock banged against her little backside. He could sense that this broad liked it in her shit hole, and no mistake about it, liked big bulging cock stuffed right up her ass. Liked it, and was able to take every inch of it.
But at the moment Ian had other ideas. At the moment his cock was lusting for that sweet cunt hole again. He pulled away from her, rocked back on his knees and sat up, dangling his legs over the edge of the bed.
"Come here sweetheart," he said, giving her sweet ass a smart slap, "come and sit on my lap and well go for a little ride together." She rolled over and grinned at him, liking the way he talked to her, the way he handled her. He went from gentleness to fierce lust with an ease that made her feel comfortable with both. She sat up and scooted over by him, the mammoth orbs of her tits swinging and jiggling as she moved.
Ian reached out and grabbed them as she swung one leg across his lap, almost as if she was climbing into the saddle. She balanced on the bed, one knee on either side of his hips braced against the mattress. She stared down, drinking in the sight of his swollen tool jutting upright beneath her. It jerked and waved in the air, stiff as a pole, waiting for her. All she had to do was sit down on it
She felt the cunt juice gush harder than ever down her vaginal walls, spilhng out onto her swollen cunt lips, making her ready to accept his gigantic thing. Her boobs were smashed against his face and he was licking and sucking frantically, drinking them in. Smothered in boob flesh, he could feel the fluffy wealth of her red hair streaming down and spilling over his shoulders. It made him shiver with erotic delight
"Take it baby," he murmured sexily, "take my big dick. You need it bad, you know you do ..."
"Uhbnnnnhhhh ..." she whimpered, swaying back and forth above him, just barely grazing her pussy hps with the thrusting head of his big rod. He could feel Sherri quivering harder and harder with each stroke; she let him graze her clit then bucked forward so that he slid down the length of her pussy grooves and hovered right at the entrance to her hole. Her breath was coming so hot and fast that he felt drowned in it and her sumptuous breasts pushed frantically against his cheeks.
She reached down with slender fingers and enclosed his balls in her hands, first massaging them and then jiggling them up and down, so that he nearly went out of his head with enjoyment. Christ if this bitch doesn't sit soon, I'm gonna blow before we even get started, Ian told himself tightly. Her hands were moving on his nuts in skilled circular caresses, around and around, and sometimes her fingernails deliberately grazed his thighs in a tantalizing rake.
Then suddenly her claws streaked upward from his thighs, over his belly, across his chest, and came to rest on his shoulders, digging in so hard that he saw stars. At the same time, she bent her knees and sat1 down hard impaling herself on his throbbing prick. "UUhhhhgggl" Ian exclaimed in sheer ecstasy. "Tlmmmmmmmj" she breathed, stunned, feeling al- most split in half by the sudden entrance. His throbbing weapon seared her tender insides, but the pain only added to the pleasure, and she knew that she would fully relax in a moment and begin making that glorious climb to heaven. Ian helped her to straighten her legs out then so that she was sitting comfortably on top of him, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
"Ride it lady," Ian commanded harshly, "ride my big, hot prick!" Their mouths came fiercely together then, wetly twisting and turning, as their pelvises began to move in an identical rhythm.
Sherri pushed against the bed with her feet, raising and lowering herself on his dick, and Ian swung his hips rapidly forward and back, pumping in and out of her canal. It felt delicious to him, because her soft white ass cheeks were squeezed down against his thighs, and her lovely thighs caressed the skin of his waist.
His balls were snugly nestled against her pubic cave, and he felt her pussy fur tickling and stroking him, felt the wet washes of juice that dripped out of her, getting all over his belly and his thighs. He grabbed both big tits, one in each hand and squeezed them together, so that he could reach both nipples at once. His tongue lashed out eagerly, licking back and forth, teasing them into taut red erections. He took them both into his mouth and sucked fiercely, hearing her cry out in pain and pleasure.
His mouth was stuffed with the lush ripeness of her boob flesh, and the tight excitement of her nipples poked frantically against his tongue. Her hands were all over him, running through his hair, racing up and down his shoulders and back, leaving incisive little claw streaks everywhere. They were both sweating ieavily now, and the air was filled with the sound of wet flesh smacking against flesh, and with the succulent noise of Ian s mouth feasting at her tits.
At last he released them, took her by the shoulders and forced her to lean back so that he could look down and see the throbbing length of his cock sticking into her hole. Between her legs was a tangled mass of fire-red pussy hair, the glinting copper curls of it drenched with juice. She got the idea then, grasped his shoulders for balance, and leaned way back; he slid his hands under her ass cheeks and began to push and pull her against him, watching the delicious enormousness of his rod parting her swollen hps again and again. He could see every excited pulse beat in the veins of her groin, could see how the delicate muscles of her lower belly rippled with her movements. The satin skin glistened like pearls, and tiny diamond-like beads of perspiration stood out on her everywhere.
"Oh, oh God," Sheni cried out, swinging her head from side to side so that her hair caught fire in the fight 'It's so good, your dick is so big and so good," she murmured, almost drunk on the erotic joys he was giving her. Her huge breasts heaved enticingly right in front of his face, dimpled with the dark pebbles of her aroused nipples.
Ian felt like he was flying. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out, and he was thinking this was about the greatest fuck he could ever endure. God, he could get this woman to do anything for him-and what's more, she could do it well!
"Swing it oh Jesus, swing it!" Ian barked out completely carried away. Every nerve in his body tingled with raw lust and every muscle was tense as steel, vibrating with the pure concentration he was putting into this screw.
Finally he pulled her towards him again, anxious to feel the fragrant softness of her flopping breasts in his face, to feel the overpowering warmth of her hair caressing his shoulders again. His mouth reached out for one cherry like nipple, drew it in hungrily, sucked on it fiercely. She was gasping frantically now, and he knew that she was reaching the pinnacle of her arousal. Her little ass jerked up and down, smacking a frantic tattoo against his thighs, forcing his cock to ram so deeply that he felt as if he was banging the top of her womb.
He slid his hands down the graceful curve of her waist over the succulent mounds of her hips to grab at her ass cheeks, clutching and massaging them rhythmically. He pulled them wide, parting her ass crack so that the erotic nerves of her anus would be automatically stimulated.
"Ahhhh, ahhhhnnnnhhh ..." she whimpered, burying her face in his ear, blowing her hot breath into it so deliciously that he felt as if he would faint Then her little pink tongue licked out and darted in, caressing the shell-like curves of his ear and hitting every erotic nerve he possessed.
"Christ!" Ian exploded in response, just as her fingernails dug into his back, making him jump even harder. "You're worth all the jewels in the worldl" Then he tensed inwardly, realizing what a give-away that had been. But she didn't react as if she knew what he meant. Either that or she was covering very well.
"The same to you, you gorgeous hunk of man," she breathed erotically in his ear, clutching his back frantically for balance.
He kept pulling her ass cheeks further and further apart, sensing how fiercely this stimulated her. Then, with one finger, he began slipping into her ass crack and searching out the tight little mouth of her ass hole. He felt her jump sky high the minute he reached for her there. It made her blood pound with lewd excitement, and Ian smiled in cool delight. That was the great thing about experienced women-they knew how to swing it all, every succulent inch of it!
He had no trouble getting his finger wet enough to go in. Her behind was dripping with sexual sweat and little rivulets of her cunt juice. He got his finger good and soaked, then placed it expertly against the taut pink mouth of her anal opening. He circled there carefully, tantalizing her, watching her quiver with enjoyment and anticipation.
Gradually he felt the little hole opening for him, beginning to invite him in. Gradually he felt her arch her back powerfully, offering her ass hole to his finger. This made her flopping boobs thrust hard against his face and chest at the same time. He took a deep breath of sheer ecstasy, and shoved.
"Aauuughhh!" Sherri gasped in a strangled voice as his finger penetrated the steaming depths of her anal canal. She felt as if he had split her open, as if he had touched the main spring to her desire, making her rocket towards the pinnacle of joy. "Yesss, baby," she hissed, "do it to me there, do it ... to me ... there... I"
She was slamming her shapely ass down against his finger in a jack-hammer rhythm. Her sweet, sweaty - flesh slapped against his thighs again and again as she drove desperately to find release. Ian could tell that that finger up her ass was going to do it for her. That was all she needed to drive her absolutely out of her head.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh, God, I'm making it .... now, take me there NOW!"
Ian felt her body go tense as steel in his arms, and at the same time he felt her quiver as if she was falling apart at the seams. Her lovely delicate flesh vibrated against him, squirming this way and that as she jacked herself up and down frantically on his surging, bursting rod. Her boobs flopped wildly, and he bent his face to suckle at them, trying to give her every ounce of orgasmic pleasure that he possibly could.
His dick was exploding uncontrollably inside her canal, shooting jet after jet of cream in rocket bursts to the Very top of her womb. He closed his eyes tightly and let himself go, wondering if he'd ever stop coming. He felt the steaming fluid drenching her eager walls like volcanic lava. He gasped and panted into her tits and hung on to her sweet ass for dear life, one finger buried in the tight cavern of her ass hole.
He pumped and pumped, thinking of nothing but the exquisite glory of this shoot, wishing it would go on forever. He felt like he had a fountain to give her and she was taking it all, the tightly skillful membranes of her canal squeezing every drop out of him. Her fingernails were clawing his back and her fragrant red hair tumbled over his face in a fiery flood.
"Oooooo ..." Sherri moaned as the spasms in her cunt hole began to die down. The jack-hammer rhythm of her hips had ceased and she was now screwing herself around on his pole in a languid, easy pace.
"Ohhh baby!" Ian barked out, feeling the last of his cream draining inside of her. He could feel her cunt relaxing now, could feel her enjoying the very last, soft vibrations of their orgasm. Ian sighed and held her close, loving the way she snuggled up to him afterwards. She pulled back and looked up at him. A long moment of eye contact passed between them in which a thousand thoughts raced through Ian's head.
Sherri was the best one he had had so far. She turned him on unbelievably, and satisfied him exquisitely. The notion that she might be working for his enemies was hard to take in the light of what she had just made him f eeL
"Well," she said softly, cradling his handsome dark head in her sleek hands, "you deserve itl"
"What?!" he responded, jolted by her words. "What do I deserve?" he added more calmly, recovering his cool.
"The key, of course," she smiled coolly. "Or had you forgotten about that?"
Ian let out a long, soft sigh, and ran his big muscular hands over the marble beauty of his Jezebel's back. His steel blue eyes met hers in a penetrating effort to discern her meaning. But he could read nothing there.
"No," he said quietly, "I hadn't forgotten about that." And it occurred to him for the first time that Sherri's eyes were like emeralds, deep and dark and flawless green. And priceless. And dangerous.