Chapter 8

But contrary to his promise, Ian didn't get back that night. He had to cancel a date with Sherri so that he and Max could wine and dine some of their big wig clients, and the way she had pleaded with him to "drop by late" made Ian realize that maybe she was really getting stuck on him. He wondered how she'd take it if she knew he'd spent the afternoon deflowering her sister!

Johnny's manner that afternoon had convinced him of one thing-not only was the guy after Ian's neck, he was after Jan's ass, and the suspicion that Ian had beat him to the cherry didn't improve his nasty temper much. What Johnny would do Ian wasn't sure, but he feared he'd take it out on Jan.

It occurred to Ian that things were getting a bit sticky. Johnny was after both Jan and Sherri, and all three of them were after him in one way or another. Meanwhile he had a fortune in emeralds to worry about! One thing he knew for sure; in the end he was more interested in the emeralds than in the cunt.

All the next day Ian hung around the hotel room waiting for the contact call to come, setting the time and place. Meanwhile Max poked around town trying to dig up the low-down on the mysterious Johnny di Luca. When he returned, well after dark, what he had to tell made Ian laugh at himself for not having figured it out before.

"Of course, for Chrissake, that's it!" Ian exclaimed, socking his fist into his hand. "The bastard is a pimp! He's Sherri's pimp, and that's why she jumps when he says jump. He controls the money, she's totally dependent on him. Still, that doesn't prove that they're not both into jewel smuggling as a sideline." He thought a minute. "I guess," he said slowly, "their next move is going to tell the tale. One thing is certain-tonight is going to be a bit nerve-wracking!"

"Yeah," Max grinned. "So you lay off the hanky-panky this time, huh?"

"Not on your life," Ian returned with his slow, cool smile.

"Listen buddy, it's your life too-" Max began, but the shrill sound of the telephone ringing cut him off. They exchanged glances, and Ian lifted the receiver and held a short, murmured conversation.

"That was it," he said in a tight voice as he hung up. "Get out your bathing trunks Max, we're going for a little moonlight swim."

"A what!?" said Max. "Jesus, that beats all! Those guys think up the damndest contact points. Next it'll be a ferris wheel-" He went grumbling off to change, and minutes later the two of them were roaring along in the Porsche, heading for a remote spot on the fashionable St. Tropez beach.

The night was deliciously warm, with a soft breeze blowing and the scent of tropical sweetness in die air. As Ian pulled off the highway and parked, he felt his blood begin to pulse with sexual excitement, felt his masculine power tensing and galvanizing for the challenge that lay ahead of him. The moon was high and full. As he and Max stepped from the car, Ian glanced at the sky.

"Well," he said casually, "the lights are on. If there's going to be a contest, that baby of a moon will make it even."

"Check," said Max, and they started down the slope of the beach together. Slowly. Like they were going for a swim. But both of them wore terry beach robes, and both were checking the concealed gun in the right pocket. They reached the open stretch of sand, stopped to light cigarettes, and then started to stroll.

"So," said Max nervously, "where the hell is she?"

"Don't ask, just stroll," Ian responded. "She'll turn up."

They progressed towards the point, a dim blur in the darkness far ahead. They approached a rock outcropping, and suddenly as if from nowhere a slinky female form was coming toward them, clad in a skin tight bildni. She walked casually, her head down, and Ian saw at once that her body was magnificent

"MMmmmm," said Max, as loudly as he dared.

As she approached she raised her head, then slowed and stopped in front of them and gave the signal. "Excuse me," she said in a sultry, French accented voice, "but do you have a light?"

Ian produced his lighter and, in the flare, saw that her face was as fantastic as the rest of her. Dark thick hair, almond shaped eyes, huge boobs ...

"What's your name?" he said coolly.

"Maria," she responded. Then stared at him for a moment. Then extended her hand. "Shall we take a walk?" she said.

"See ya later, kids," Max joked. "Ill be here if you need me."

Ian followed her lead as she strode down the beach, saying not a word, knowing that she was his lead to a fortune in emeralds. She passed the first rock pile, cut up the beach around it and led him to a second more private little hideaway tucked back from the shore. It was almost a cave. She ducked her head at the entrance, led him in, and then turned to face him.

"It's a bit dark," said Ian, "although it's romantic."

She didn't favor him with an answer, just knelt in the dim moonglow and started to dig in the sand. Ian fastened his eyes on the deep crack of her cleavage as she bent over, and saw that her tits were nothing short of magnificent They swelled up and nearly spilled over the tight bikini top, and the soft, lush flesh jiggled enticingly as she dug. He saw that her sleek olive skin gleamed with sea water. She had apparently been for a dip just to make it all look real.

His cock was now standing at attention, pressing against the tight trunks as if it would burst. Ian felt the sweet hot flush of desire rush through him, sharpened deliciously by the knife-like edge of danger. He moved softly nearer the entrance where the moon was bright casting a light on the sand that made it glisten like pulverised diamonds. Silently he shrugged out of his terry shirt and let it fall. Then he skinned out of his trunks and let his weapon burst free, throbbing like some giant engine.

She finished digging and raised up on her knees, holding a small cloth bag in her hands. "Here are the-" she whispered, glancing up; but the sight that met her eyes made her stop short. The bright moonlight gleamed on Ian's sinewy nakedness, and he towered over her, blocking her way to the open shore. "I ..." she began, then brought her hands to her boobs in an unconscious gesture of protection. "Come here," said Ian quietly. "On your knees." Something in his voice made her obey him without question, made a shiver of excitement pass over her nearly naked flesh. She could see nothing but the magnificent enormousness of his cock, jutting out at her like a command. Slowly she crawled to him in the sand, cradling the bag of priceless emeralds against her voluptuous tits.

"Suck it!" Ian ordered in a low, cold voice.

"But-"

"1 said suck it!" he repeated, not even changing his tone, not moving an inch, but dominating and controlling her completely.

She dropped the bag and moved up close to him, on her knees and, as she drew near, the heat emanating from his powerful masCTiline flesh sent a thrill through her such as she had never felt before.

"Ohhh, oh my God," she murmured weakly, staring at the gigantic prick that hovered before her in all its naked glory. Then she took a deep breath, and the odor of his maleness, of his aroused sex just inches from her face, made her shiver with intense excitement. The fact that he was a total stranger, and that this was a very dangerous thing to be doing made it even stronger.

Her tongue lashed out tentatively and licked a few of the salty drops of his love juice from the tip. Ian felt a thrill of anticipation at that first tongue touch. She was going to be good. Then she brought her sleek, well-manicured hands up to his steel-muscled thighs, and began to rub them up and down caressing-gly. Her dark eyes flashed up at him, and she dug her long nails into him possessively, delivering the message of desire.

Then, like a professional diver, she opened her mouth and plunged. Her velvety oral membranes were suddenly encasing his throbbing cock in a bath of liquid fire, and he drew his breath in sharply in pleasure. She took him so deep in that first plunge that he was caught off guard. Few women were able to swallow his gigantic size that well.

Then suddenly she was everywhere, up and down, under and over, all around him, her mouth going like a warm, wet whirlwind to give him pleasure. He buried his hands in the fragrant dark masses of her hair, and held her head to his crotch, beginning to answer her with his hips. His tightly muscled pelvis drove forward and back, forward and back, responding to her lead, fucking her in the mouth with hard, almost vicious strokes. They were racing into the heat of it right from the start, tangling like jungle animals there in that sweet tropical night.

He moved his hands through her hair, then over her face, tracing every lovely feature, possessing and exploring. He dipped his fingertips into her delicate ears, hitting the erotic nerves there and making her squirm with arousal. Her shapely ass began to wave around, she rose and fell on her knees in a steady rhythm as the fire in her pussy was ignited and began to build. He looked down and saw that she was grinding herself against her heels, wriggling and squirming in an attempt to relieve the sudden violent ache he had created in her cunt hole.

Ian smiled coolly. He was pleased. He spread his feet a little wider, so that her hands would have freer play between his legs.

She took the cue and delved deep, burying her soft fingertips in the hairy hotness of his pubic crevice, stroking and massaging the huge swinging mounds of his balls with passionate eagerness. Her nails scraped deliciously on the tender velvet surface of his scrotum, sending pinpricks of delight jolting through his blood.

Ian brought his fingertips across her cheeks to where the tight ring of her voluptuous mouth was firmly clamped around the pounding thickness of his shaft. He could feel himself ramming in and out of that delicous orifice like a steam piston, driving as hard and as fast as greased hghtning. Her saliva dribbled onto his fingers, and he forced the edge of her mouth open so that he could feel the slippery satin softness of her inner lips with his fingers. He ran over and around it skillfully, well aware that she had erotic nerves there and that he was stoking the fire down between her legs.

"Nnnnn ..." she whimpered, letting her mouth go slack, letting him have free play there. Her eyes were closed, her face tilted up, and the moonlight beat down on it, making her lashes cast long, sexy shadows on the curves of her cheeks. Then suddenly, without warning, she closed her long sleek nails in hard on his thighs, clawing with ferocious sexuality.

"Ha!" Ian exclaimed. "So ... you are a little tigress ..."

He brought his hand from her mouth and, in a lightning move, grasped the fullness of her hair and yanked up hard.

"Aahhnnnhh!" she exclaimed in pain, but he felt the shudder of erotic delight that went through her body then and gave her away. She loved it.

She bent her efforts to his cock again, letting her hands slip around behind him and fold around the steel-hard mounds of his ass cheeks. As her mouth worked at him, her fingers began to operate in tandem, kneading and massaging skillfully, gradually pulling his ass crack open and stretching the sensitive edges of his anal hole. The sensation was exquisite and he let the sweet, warm waves of pleasure flood through him unimpeded. He had his back to the approach path, and that gave his enjoyment an added spice, because he knew he was daring fate. But Max was out there on the open sand, his finger glued to the trigger, and even if somebody jumped him, Max would find a way to make a lot of noise about it.

Then Ian felt her fingers working deeper and deeper into his ass crack, and he knew what the lady had in mind. A shiver of delighted anticipation passed over him. The sleek fingernails clawed their way further and further until they hovered right at the entrance to his anus, until they were teasing the tightly puckered and very sensitive skin that was one of his main places of pleasure.

"Mmmmm, yes, baby," he murmured, "do it, do it there!"

"Nnnnhhh," she whimpered in response, her excitement fired by the knowledge that she was satisfying him.

With her left hand she pulled one of his cheeks wide open, and at the same time her right forefinger hovered directly over target. She circled teasingly for a few seconds, then pushed forward in a slow, agonizing plunge, entering the hot, steaming tunnel relentlessly. The sharp edge of her nail cut into the delicate tissue, putting just the right twinge of pain into the lewd ecstasy that rippled through his ass.

"Ahhh, good!" he snapped out, and began pumping forward in short, sharp jabs, his cock just barely pulling out of her lips on each backstroke. He clung tight to her face, keeping his balls pressed right up against her satiny cheeks, enjoying the feeling of them flopping obscenely against her there. Each time he pulled back, the angle of his pelvis forced her finger to drive deeper into the steaming depths of his quivering hole.

The ecstasy was building in him now, firing his muscles with super-human power, making him feel as if he could fly. He had a load for her, all right, he could feel it right now beginning to surge inside him like a mighty river behind a dam. But time was short on this one, he didn't have all night, he knew he would be forced to make it a one shot deal. And that one shot he didn't want to spill in her mouth. He had a better idea of where he wanted to put it.

Glancing down, he could see the neatly rounded moons of her rump beckoning to him lasciviously. The bottoms of her bikini had slipped down from all the Crashing around she was doing, and the seductive crack of her ass was revealed, a long dark shadow that led straight down to the enticing joys of her anus. He would take her cunt first, get her off until she nearly fainted, and then ...

He decided it was time to get down to business. His strong hands closed around her head and pulled backwards, forcing her to release his prick from her mouth. She came back gasping, licking her lips wildly, at the same time pulling her finger from his ass hole with a suddenness that made him see stars of ecstasy. With the backs of her hands she wiped the smears of safiva off her cheeks, just as he dropped to his knees in the sand in front of her.

He reached out and grabbed the bikini top in his fist, where it came together between her huge breasts, and pulled. It fell away with a ripping sound, and her tits flopped obscenely from the impact.

"Aiieel" she shrieked, and her hands flew up to cover her naked boobs. He had taken her completely by surprise. But he was too quick for her and, while her hands were protecting her tits, he grabbed at the edge of her trunks and ripped them away. Then his fingers were around her wrists like a steel vise, opening her arms and forcing her onto her back.

She squirmed helplessly naked in the sand while he towered above her, his huge weight and strength making a mockery of her struggle. But a cool smile curved the corners of his mouth. It amused him and pleased him that she put up a fight. These French women had something to them, he reflected, a sense of the raw animal battle that made sex the delightful entertainment that it was.

He kneed her legs open, surprised at the amount of strength he encountered in those sleek, slender thighs. She fought Hke a cat, spitting and hissing, bucking him even after he had her cunt hole spread, and it served to intensely whet his appetite. He knew she'd sing a different tune once she tasted the hard steel of his sword inside her. No woman was proof against that.

"Ah, my fittle tigress," he purred, "you are beautiful, very beautiful. And you wul do exactly as I wish!"

He was grazing the swollen lips of her pussy now with the head of his rod, and he smiled in amusement to find them soaking wet with aching desire. No matter how hard she fought, she was desperate to get it! He teased her for a few moments, revolving his hips in a circle and keeping the nose of his prick pressed close to her dripping snatch. Then he slid up slightly, bringing his head into contact with the thrusting bud of her clit.

"Aaauugghh!" she gasped, and the way her body jerked under him, he knew she was no match for him now. He had hit her secret spring, and from here on in she was completely helpless under him. He watched with amusement as her movements of fighting dissolved into a writhing, squirming display of desperate desire.

"Beg me," he said in a cool voice. "I want you to beg me for it."

"Ahhh, ahhh ..." she breathed sharply, her tits heaving. Her glazed eyes stared up at him, frantic with sexual arousal. He saw that she loved being taken this way. "Yes ... yes ..." she panted. "I beg you ... oh, please, stick it in, stick it in meee...!"

Holding her hard by the wrists, keeping her pinned as if he were wrestling her, Ian positioned his cock at the tender entrance to her vagina and paused. The pressure there was enough to drive her crazy with need, he knew. Her hips began bucking up off the sand in desperation, and her arms closed around his back, trying to bring him down to her. If he kept this up just a bit longer, Ian knew he'd have her primed for an orgasm almost the minute he got inside her. Then he could simply settle back and take his own pleasure.

"Mon dieu," she panted, "I beg you ... fuck me, fuck meeel"

He drove, burying his gigantic prick to the hilt.

"Aaauugghhh!" she screamed, as his thrust nearly ripped her in half, but at the same time filled her with a flash fire of ecstasy that made her nearly pass out

"Mmmm," Ian murmured, sinking down into the warm haven of her voluptuous tits and beginning to stroke like a pro. She was wet as could be inside, and her cunt hole was just right not too small to give him room to move and manipulate his over-sized organ. He pounded steadily forward, varying his stroke as to give her the most possible pleasure in the least possible time. He swiveled his hips in a circle, making his rod caress her tunnel from every angle, sinking it into her like a giant corkscrew.

She was going wild under him, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his back, digging with her heels, clutching with her claws, as if she wanted to devour him with her luscious, sumptuous body. He felt the tip of his weapon ripping into her very depths as he drove harder and harder in response to her incoherent pleading, murmured wetly in his ear in broken French. The lady was liking it, and no mistake about that!

Her pillowy boobs smashed up against his strong chest, caressing him with their sumptuous flesh, and teasing him with the erect caps of her nippies. Sand was sticking to both of them now because of the sweat they were in from their battle, and the gritty feel of it made a nice sensual contrast for Ian's hands on the velvet texture of her skin.

"Uhhnh, ahhnnhh, ahhhh!" she groaned as he pounded into her with relentless ferocity.

"Ahhh," Ian murmured, diving into her neck with wet kisses, and then sinking his teeth in a sudden bite to the throat a bite that made her jump sky-high with excitement. She bent her head back and bared her slender neck to him, exactly as an animal does that is vanquished in battle.

"Yes, yes, take me, take me?' she gasped out.

And Ian buried his teeth and his cock at the same time as deep as he dared, for he could already feel the shudders of her climax beginning deep in her steaming loins. He felt the orgasm rise in her vaginal tunnel and break around his prick, throbbing and pulsing like a volcanic explosion. He kept with it driving hard, wringing it out of her until he felt the wet rush of cunt juice come washing down his rod that signaled the end of her release.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ooooo ..." she gasped, suddenly limp in his arms.

He gave her hardly half a second to catch her breath. He pulled his dick from her hole, grasped her around the waist, and flipped her on her belly before she knew what had happened. He yanked her back onto her knees, and at the same time slid his hand into her slit, wetted his fingers, and smeared her ass hole with lubricating cunt juice.

"Ooooo ... oh, ohhh rwoool" she shrieked, as she realized what he was going to do. But it was too late, and she was helpless. The rock hard tip of his prick was already nudging the entrance of her defenseless ass hole, already opening her up with the help of her slippery sex juice.

"No, please, please, I beg of you ..." she gasped, trying to fight him off, but too weak to do it from the draining effects of her orgasm.

His hard head was straining at her anal entrance, his hips jabbing lustfully, forcing an entrance.

"I can't, I can't take it, no... noooo ... aiieeeer Her pleadings ended in a strangled scream as his battering ram broke through and he stuck it in her as far as it would go. He could feel her anal walls shuddering under the impact, straining to take his hugeness in without sphtting in half.

The most intense wave of ecstasy he had ever felt washed over Ian then. He paused a moment and glanced down, savoring the deliciously lewd sight of his huge prick buried to the balls in this voluptuous woman's ass. He braced his hands on the shifting sand, and began to plow her as he had never plowed before. She thrashed and struggled, ripped apart by pain, but he refused to let up, and she was no match for him.

This was the way he wanted it, this succulent ass hole was where he wanted to deliver the throbbing load that was surging right this minute in his balls.

"Take it, baby," he said tightly through his teeth, "take it and like itl I wanna cream in your ass, and that's the way it is!"

Even though she was writhing in pain, Ian could tell that she was secretly enjoying the torture through which he was so casually putting her vulnerable feminine flesh. He felt her open slightly inside, felt her begin to stretch and accept him, answer him, give him back a little. Her hips weren't moving to fuck him back, but she was holding still and taking it, bracing herself on her elbows and knees for his fierce thrusts.

"Mmmm, you're good, very good," Ian purred into the back of her neck. He felt her shudder with pleasure at these words, even through her pain.

She was as tight as a glove around his bulging prick, and the sensations that rippled through his flesh were some of the best he had ever known. The blood pounded in his temples like a jungle tattoo, and a flush of power sang across the expanse of his naked flesh. Maybe he had but a few minutes to five; but those few minutes would be some of the best of his life!

He felt it coming now, no matter how hard he tried to hang on, to make it last. The cream boiled inside him, begged to spurt into the tunnel of her bowels. He looked down at the lovely, lewdly waving ass beneath him, at the tightly puckered mouth where his dick was buried, at the glistening film of sex juice that covered his prick and her ass hole, and he knew that ecstasy was on the way.

He began to pound into her faster than ever, so fiercely and relentlessly that she groaned in an agonizing mixture of joy and pain. His balls banked heavily against the velvet crevice where her ass cheeks parted for him, and the sand dug into his knees like tiny knives as he opened the throttle. Then he felt it, a searing burst of ecstatic flame racing down the inside of his rod and bursting from the tip. He filled her and filled her, shooting cream into the hot tightness of her ass hole as if he would never stop.

She twisted and groaned under him, writhing in lewd excitement, as she felt him unloading in her anus. Then she collapsed on her face in the sand, gasping, unable to take the pounding strain of his weight any longer.

He lay still on top of her for a long minute, catching his breath. Then he gathered his senses and got back to dealing with where he was, and what he had to do. Slowly he inched backwards until the head of his cock popped from her tight anus with a slight sucking sound. She winced in pain, and gathered her knees to her chest, rolling over on her side to try to ease the feeling. By the time she opened her sexy dark eyes and looked up, he stood over her fully dressed. He held the bag of emeralds in one hand, and a tight roll of thousand dollar bills in the other.

Their eyes met and Ian smiled. "Don't say it wasn't great," he said smoothly, "because it was. Memorable. Baby, you're fantastic. Here," he added, tossing her the wad of money, "buy yourself a mink."

Then he turned sharply and began to weave his way back through the rocks to the outer beach, where Max was waiting.

When he came out to open shore, he paused, looked around, then saw Max a hundred yards or so down the sand, looking for all the world like some tourist out for a midnight swim. He hesitated deliberately, casually lit a cigarette, waved, and then started towards him, cool as a cucumber. If anyone was watching, Ian thought to himself, it would have looked just like I picked up some hot tramp dame, and my good ol' buddy hung around waiting for me until I managed to get the little lady off!

They hung around for a few seconds after they connected, then very casually began to climb the slope of beach to the Porsche, confident that everything was under control. Neither one of them glanced around in time to see the dark figure of a man emerge from behind some rocks on the beach, follow them to the road, and then climb into his hidden car to follow them.