Chapter 4

"Jesus, what time is it?" I snapped.

Rob checked his watch. "Quarter to nine."

I leaned back in my seat and let out a sigh. We were sitting in the parking lot in my car, shrouded in darkness, anticipating Debra Hargrove's arrival. Thus far, the lady did not show. I expected her to be fashionably late, but this was getting ridiculous. Jazz told me eight o'clock was departure time. "What the hell is she doing?" I bitched. "Blow-drying her crotch?"

Rob's arm went around me. The pressure he exerted divulged his mood. "If you start talking like that, you're going to give me a hard-on."

"Ha! As if you don't already have one." I crossed my hot set of legs. I guessed I should have had my head examined for wearing a leather miniskirt in the car with him; it probably gave him plenty of ideas. My tits were basically hanging out of my blouse, too. I should have thrown on something less showing, but, hey-I got busy.

Rob planted his hand on my knee. From there, I could tell it was about to make a one-way stop under my skirt. Those long, thick fingers started to travel in that direction. "Let's take a break, okay, Honey?"

I whirled upon him, piping mad. "Let's get something straight. I asked you to tag along because I might need your help. What I don't need is a pain in the ass, or to rip off a quickie in the car. Do we understand each other?"

He chuckled. "Man, you're one serious bitch, you know that, Honey? I never met another chick with the pair of balls you've got."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." I resumed my study of the building's back entrance. I prayed she did not recognize us when she made her exit. The sparks between us were considerable in our initial meeting. I'll admit, it was difficult to get her saucy looks out of my head. Mmmmmmmmmm, what a dish she was.

Debra Hargrove must have perceived my vibrations, for she swung out of the door a second later. From her set of her features, I figured she had just quarreled with someone. I thought of her torrid relationship with Jazz, and assumed they had a little spat. Hmmmmmm. I'd have to ask her about it. Meanwhile, Debra stomped in our direction without noticing me. If she got any closer, I'd blow my cover.

"Hurry up." I turned to Rob. "Kiss me."

"What?"

"You know. Pretend we're making out."

"I don't need to pretend to do that," he said with a smirk. He took me into a hot embrace. My lips were welded to his mouth. To make it look good, I gave him some tongue. Mmmmmmmmmm. Rob was a great kisser. He smoothed his hand over my back and pulled me nearer. My tits were smashed against his chest. Although this was supposed to be for show, he got me excited. The erection of my nipples couldn't be helped; they reacted to the firmness of Rob's body. In a daze, my hand swept to his thigh and squeezed. Compact muscle was found. Mmmmmmmmm. I remembered sitting on those hair-rough thighs, shoving my pussy at his stiff cock. I didn't want to haul out my entire collection of memories-it would have gotten me too horny-but thinking about how solid Rob was prompted them. We generated a ton of heat. Ohhhhhhhhh. Wrapped in his arms, I realized I'd been spending too much of my time with women; I had to devote a little to men. A man offered a rougher, tastier kind of satisfaction.

Our tongues played. Exquisite communication was made. I wove around his, toying with the urgency he attempted to impose, then gradually got caught up in my own game. I got wet from being held so tenderly. Jesus, the guy had a true talent for this sort of thing.

I lost track of the time-that kiss made me dizzy. Whew! Separating myself from Rob was tough, but I had to keep an eye on Debra. Quickly, I stripped those fogged emotions and glanced out the side window. Debra was standing across the way, her back to us. Apparently, our camouflage routine worked.

"Hey," he murmured, reaching for me. "Come back here."

"Don't bug me," I said, swatting his hand.

Debra paced back and forth, flashing those hot legs of hers. She was wearing spikes. Her gams were an enormous thrill; I stared at them until I nearly broke into a sweat. I imagined her thighs wrapped around my head. Mmmmmmmmm. My mouth would make a dive for her sweat beaver.

I should have known Rob would try a sneak attack. That kiss we had just enjoyed very-likely left him in a bad way. A second later, I heard his zipper open.

"Put it away," I murmured, trying to watch Debra. "Can't you see I'm working a case, for crissake?"

He did no such thing. A second later, he took my hand and put it between his legs. His cock throbbed in my fist. Wow-when that thing got big, it got big.

By a mere thread was I able to disguise my emotions. That hard dick bore a powerful reaction to my hormones. "I can't do two things at once," I said.

"Then concentrate on one at a time."

Fuck! I should have bought a blow-up doll and sat it beside me instead of using him. At least we wouldn't have been having this conversation. He squeezed my hand, forcing me to acknowledge the pulsations in his cock. "Excuse me." I jerked from his grasp, "I'm sort of busy here."

"Come on, Honey. I'm all worked up." He nuzzled my ear. "At least put it in your mouth. A little sucking is all it'll take. I'll cum quick."

I was about to give him an elbow in the ribs, but the limo pulled into the parking lot. Jesus Christ! It was happening! Debra Hargrove was about to be picked up. Within seconds, it stopped in front of her. Debra, however, wasn't eager to hop into it. Her arms were crossed in front of her. Defiance blared from her gorgeous face. She was pissed!

Hmmmmmmm. Now I began to wonder if Jazz was genuinely behind her irritation. Just because she ate me didn't mean she had a thing for Debra. I had to stop putting everything in a sexual context. I blamed it on my upbringing with Freud. People didn't always do things because they were horny; some were just plain stupid.

Meanwhile, Rob had ideas of his own. He lifted up my skirt. I was too involved in watching Debra to care, but when I felt my panties getting tugged down, I figured it was time to put my foot down. "Cut it out!"

"Hmmmmmmm?" he breathed against my ear. My panties inched a bit further down my butt.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you. It'll cost you big time."

"You're so fucking hot, Honey. Jesus. A man could go crazy. And that ass, that sweet ass!

"Forget it." I tried pushing him away, but Rob wasn't having any. I couldn't spend too much time fighting him-Debra was my objective. Before I knew it, the hard wedge of his cock jabbed at my pussy from behind. "For crissake, I'm gonna have to haul your ass outside and dump you! Now-oh, my God!" He sank in a tad further, sending a shiver down my spine. "Mmmmmmmm. Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, my God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. On second thought, maybe you had better not stop."

"There you go, Honey," he muttered, fitting himself into me. He lifted my ass and spread me open. "That's my girl. See, you really wanted it."

This was insanity. I shouldn't be fucking Rob in the car-I was supposed to observe Debra, then follow her. After feeling that rigid cock slide into me, I changed my mind. Maybe we would rip off a quickie. What the hell, Debra might have the driver cooling his heels for another five minutes. The limo just sat there.

Rob pulled me onto his lap. Oh, yeah-there was a whole lot of cock to sit on. His big thing went up my pussy as though it actually belonged there. Feeling it pry my cunt lips apart brought shivering ecstasy. My back rested against his chest, with my tits hanging over the dashboard. Rob's long fingers easily spanned my billowy globes. His touch registered sparks, particularly when he slipped inside my blouse. My nipples hungered for his manly grope. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Writhing, I experienced that burrowing sensation of his cock. Rob was in deep. I could hardly move, stopped by its imposing size.

"God, you're too much," I murmured, grabbing the dashboard for support.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Too good."

He scooped up my tits in a shuddering caress. "You could say that again. Oh, Honey, you're the hottest." The rotation of his fingertips left sizzling imprints. My nipples ached from having swelled so much; as he thumbed them, I sobbed. "I never seem to get enough of you."

I was inclined to agree. Rob might have imperiled my mission, but I was too aroused at the moment to notice. I jammed myself down that stiff member, smashing it into my pussy. His dick got wet from my pleasure-giving strokes. Ohhhhhhhh. I massaged that monster with my cunt lips, applying luscious friction to every section. His cock slipped into me easily. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. The connection was both sweet and satisfying.

I noticed Rob's pants were merely open, not off; his thighs were covered as mine draped over them. I wanted to feel more of his skin against mine, but couldn't summon the energy to make it happen. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Looking between my legs, I saw a damp spot forming on my panties. Rob's thick cock pushed aside the section that covered my pussy lips, slicing right into the sopping hole. Ohhhhhhhhh. That thing speared into me, sending goose bumps to my arms and legs. His fat stem, sticking out of my cunt, was drenched after several strokes. My eyes rolled upward as he charged into me again and again, changing the course of my emotions.

I no longer possessed the will to stop him. I wanted to fuck this bastard's brains out. I jammed down on that sucker, getting off on its far-reaching dimensions. It pried me open, crushing my clit as it sank into place. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.

While I sat on him, I wasn't still for a minute. I went wild, pumping him with all I had. Christ, I took him whole. Ohhhhhhhhhh. There was so much, my eyes rolled. His lap was a hotbed of desire. I was electrically charged, fueled with red-hot excitement. The more I slammed down on that stiff thing, the more hoarse we each got. My bucking and thumping occurred with dizzying speed. It made me horny, watching that thick shaft going into my cunt-then feeling it slide into my stimulated depths. Ohhhhhhhhhh.

From the sound of his intensified groans, he loved what I did. Seizing my hips, he rammed himself high into my hot squish. Lightheaded, I begged for more. He read my plea from the erotic pitch in my cry. I emptied my lungs of air as he shoved that stiff cock.

Did I say stiff? I meant petrified. Rob was so hard, it amazed me. After a few seconds of letting him fuck me, I craved roughness. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I rocked wildly on his lap, receiving the brunt of his excitement. That thing repeatedly slid into me, right down to the rock-hard base.

I reached between our legs and cupped his balls. Rob gasped as I fondled him. I further traced the heavy wedge that protruded from my gored pussy. It seemed impossible I was able to absorb him whole-he was that thick.

If the guy ever made it to Hollywood, he'd sure be popular with the ladies.

"Yeah," he whispered, "play with those balls. Slide your fingers all over them. Ahhhhhhhh. They're loaded, Honey. Your pussy is gonna be dripping with it."

The thought of him flooding me was stimulating. I treated him to more feathery contact. The errant hairs prickled my senses. I tried to be imaginative, but Rob-inflamed from manipulation-rammed right to the bottom. Ohhhhhhhhh. Jesus, the guy was a good fuck. The urge to climax was powerful. If I sat on him any longer, I'd be cumming like a steam engine.

I gazed out the window at Debra. She held her ground with the limo, unwilling to enter. The window was rolled down and someone was talking with her. I tried to distinguish that person, but Rob's spearing cock prevented that. His dick not only occupied my cunt, but my mind as well. I lost the ability to think. That hard, driving force splitting me in half was of greater relevance.

"Fuck me," Rob groaned, charging up my snatch. "Fuck me, Honey. Fuck me good."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh."

In abandon, my finger went directly over my clit.

It was purely by impulse. I jiggled, sending electrical splendor throughout my body. I undulated, enjoying the pleasure I received. Working fast, I wanted to cum. It was of vital importance I satisfy myself.

"Oh, God," I whimpered, tilting my head back until it rested on his shoulder. There was no hope to disguise our feverish activity. Even from a pedestrian's perspective, we were fucking our brains out. I humped Rob like a madwoman. My thighs, draped over his, gave him a passionate squeeze as I fought that heavy shaft into my sluiced cunt.

Rob resumed kneading my tits. He seemed especially drawn to my nipples, which protruded delightfully from those mounds of flesh. Each found their way between his thumbs for a stimulating pinch. Ohhhhhhhhh. He knew the correct way to flick them.

Pleasure was building inside me. I didn't think I could hold off another minute. I bucked and gasped, cramming every inch I could into my pussy, then lifting myself until I almost flew off his lap. Rob maintained my gravity, returning me to that throbbing stem with an urgent nudge. Ohhhhhhhh. Ten inches of undeniable bliss sank into me. My clit was rubbed continuously, creating a fire that couldn't be extinguished. I fucked him and fucked him with my pussy, causing harsh exhalations with each slam. I wanted him to explode.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned, giving that cock slick coverage. I coated him with a substance known as "hot woman." He couldn't hold back anymore, and neither could I. We climaxed simultaneously just as Debra stepped into the limo, and then the elegant car sped off.

I jumped off Rob's lap, careful not to get cum on my seats-they're that fucking velour stuff-and started up my car to follow the limo.

The limo took Debra to the Golden Fleece, a nightclub. By the time we caught up with them, it had just deposited her at the front door, then drove around the corner. Debra, recovering from her earlier rebelliousness, anxiously walked up to the front. The doorman, recognizing her in an instant, nodded as she passed him.

We pulled into a spot across the street behind a truck. Thus far, we had effectively shielded ourselves from her. Rob, taking command of the wheel, managed to keep tabs on them several car lengths behind. I had to give the guy credit-he handled the situation like a pro. "Seems like a regular Las Vegas nightclub."

I was in agreement. The place, lit up like one of those famed gambling palaces, was decorated with flashing lights that ran down its enormous marquee. Debra's connection with the mob seemed more comprehensible, given her destination. It was easy to arrive at the same conclusion Jazz had. Showplace establishments such as the Golden Fleece depicted Mob ownership.

We hustled, arriving at the door as a couple eager to have a good time. The illusion was successfully carried out as we held hands and nodded at the bouncer, the standard customers standing before slot machines checking out each entrant and anyone else who happened to glance in our direction. The room was heavily populated. A haze of smoke drifted above the crowd. Loud, thumping music played in the background. I caught a few hungry stares as I paraded about; most were aimed at my tits. The outfit I wore did little to harness their bouncing fury. I forgot a button or two after jumping Rob's bones, causing my neckline to be even more revealing than ever. My boobs swung seductively, nearly threatening to spill out.

Fuck 'em, I thought. I let 'em look. I wasn't ashamed.

Although I gave the appearance of a fun-seeking girl, I actively searched the room for Debra. It was difficult to sift through the faces without arousing suspicion. "Hey, let's go dance," I said in Rob's ear, fighting the roaring disco beat that surrounded us. "It'll give us a chance to find her."

"I'm up for that," he teased. "It'll give me another chance to see that ass shake."

"If you think I'm going to give in to any more action this evening, keep dreaming."

"I know you will," he muttered with confidence.

The guy had a really cocky side to him. Strangely, I kind of liked it.

We got up there beneath the mirrored ball, flashing from the various lights trained on it, and rocked. I generated considerable attention, whipping my long blonde hair over my shoulder and swinging my hips. My tits were flying. Rob enjoyed my little show, concentrating on my frenzied movements. Perhaps he was reminded of how sweaty he got me with his big dick. It got me horny, too, glimpsing his crotch as he methodically rocked it in my direction.

Debra was sitting at a table over in the corner, by herself. Thus far, she wasn't attracted to the disturbance I made with my hot body; she glanced alternately at her watch and the side door. Down the same corridor was the women's restroom. A plan began to formulate in my fast-clicking mind. I had to time my departure carefully.

A second later, Debra took off and went that route. I waited until the side door closed behind her.

"Time to go powder my nose," I whispered. "Be a doll and fetch me a drink."

"Chablis? A daiquiri?"

I wriggled my nose. "Ha! Do I seem like that kind of girl? Get me a beer."

I strutted over to the John, peeked over my shoulder, then proceeded through the same exit Debra used. A staircase leading to a basement beckoned. I proceeded with caution. My footsteps echoed faintly. Jesus, why did I wear spike heels? I slipped them off before descending any further. The last thing I needed was to get caught tailing her.

The door at the bottom was ajar. Muffled voices drifted from behind. I snuck over there and opened it a crack. I was afraid to peer inside, for fear of being discovered. Debra's sexy lilt was unmistakable, sternly addressing someone.

"I'm sick of this routine," she complained. "Why can't we do things like normal people-go places, have fun? Why observe this insane ritual of having me picked up and brought here?"

"You never minded before, babe," spoke a male voice. "You liked it this way."

She laughed humorlessly. "At least you stated it in its proper tense. That's all history."

In a low, husky tone, he mentioned, "Let's not fight."

"You're right," she sighed, audibly weakening.

Her moan captured my imagination. Heavy breathing followed, then the creak of springs. Wet, smacking noises seemed to denote kissing. The rustle of clothes were the next in a series of interesting sounds. I wondered if they might not be too preoccupied for me to do a little snooping. The prospect of seeing Debra in the buff got my pulse racing.

I pushed open the door a fraction. The first thing I saw was Debra's ass in the air, preparing to make its descent on a rather large cock. The man to whom that monster belonged was unknown to me, but wildly attractive. I envisioned why Debra would surrender so easily. He seemed tall, even when stretched out on his back. His dark, masculine features and muscled body precipitated steamy glances. His receding hairline accentuated his rugged appeal. I guessed him to be in his early forties, although he bore the kind of confidence that pronounced him ageless.

Debra raked through that forest of a chest with her nails as she sat on him. "Oh, God. Oh, Mike. Ohhhhhhhhhh."

Hmmmmmm, Mike. That name alluded to robust manliness I found intoxicating. I recalled fucking several Mikes, but none nearly as sexy. I envied Debra, cramming that hard dick into her pussy; I certainly wished it was in mine.

Perhaps it was by association, but I always assumed the "kingpin" would be of Italian descent; Mike seemed almost entirely of Irish stock. I recalled Jazz's haunting words about Debra's involvement with a "bloodthirsty gangster." Somehow, the description didn't fit.

Mike's large hands curved over Debra's shapely buttocks. Without hesitation, she rose and fell on him, charged with excitement. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Mike."

"Yeah, baby," he grunted, welcoming her slick drop, "take me deep. Smash me into that hot pussy."

Debra's tits swung frantically as she fought to keep him submerged. She worked her hips, making his dick slippery with juice. I could hear those cunt lips grabbing the skin of his cock and sucking it into her warm crevice. From their hoarse intake, I gathered they both ached from the experience.

"You don't mind giving up your freedom to come here?" he asked, just before she covered him with her hot squish.

"No. I'll go anywhere I must to keep getting this," she sobbed, humping him. Her sodden mound slapped him, burying his cock in the process. I saw his balls hugging her ass when she was fully impaled. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Feels so good. God, Mike, you're so big and hard. Ohhhhhhhhh. I love the way it feels."

Mike's hairy thighs slid up behind her as he braced for her drenched impact. He lifted himself from the cot on which they were fucking, ramming his meat into her cunthole. Although his thrusts appeared to be rough, Debra feverishly welcomed them. No amount of intense affection disturbed her.

"It's all for you, baby," he croaked, boosting himself to meet her hungry snatch. "Oh, yeah, bring it to me. Bring me that nice, warm pussy. Ahhhhhhhhhh. How can you manage to stay tight, baby? After all the fucking we've done, you never fail to grab onto me. Yeah. Your pussy just tugs at the skin of my dick."

"It's automatic," she replied, bearing down on him. "Ohhhhhhh. I get so fucking excited when I'm on top of you. I find myself squeezing that big thing." Her features contorted as though she underwent a seizure, which was followed by a choked cry. Pale and shaking, she nonetheless enjoyed that moment of bliss. The turn of her lips signalled indescribable delight. After a moment, she resumed humping him. "I love to fuck it. I love fucking your stiff cock."

As the wet, sawing motion occurred between cock and cunt, both moaned. I watched as that huge thing disappeared inside Debra. I couldn't imagine anyone of her narrow measurements sparing the room for something of the size Mike had.

Mike took notice of her silent anguish. "Maybe you better stop. It looks like I'm hurting you."

Debra declined. "Not until you've cum."

"But that might not be for some while. You know I have a problem achieving orgasm."

Debra, delirious, sank on him. Her pussy made juicy sounds as it rolled over Mike's erect member. "That's what makes fucking you so fabulous. You're not quick to shoot. You have tremendous stamina." She shut her eyes, emptying herself of everything but the hard boring sensation for which Mike was responsible. Debra made no pretense about being able to handle it; the determination in her eyes alone attested to her yearning to finish. She refused to keep her fuck power holstered-no matter what the consequences. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I want to cum and cum on you, baby. Cum until I'm too sore-and even then, I might not wish to stop."

Mike deferred to her authority. He was apparently much too paralyzed with pleasure to deny her that final satisfaction. Debra gave him little choice but to obey. He was under the control of a lust-starved pussy.

I scratched my head. According to Jazz, Debra was heavily influenced by this man. If my eyes didn't deceive me, I might have accepted her version. Debra's slick descent on Mike rewrote my opinion. Mike looked to be the one enslaved.

"Jesus," he muttered, surrendering to her intoxicating clamp. His dick slid through that nectar-rich orifice, throbbing with life. From the tremble of his hand, I could tell she burdened him with exhilarating tension. "Oh, fuck. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."

His hand swept up to cover her tits. Her nipples, strained from excitement, reached for his fingertips. He rotated them, unearthing cries from the pit of her throat. My mouth went dry as he enclosed each, applying a fever-giving pinch. Debra nakedly endorsed this measure. His tweaks enabled her a shivering rush that was exampled by her open mouth and flashing eyes. He took that moment to frantically saw into her, his thrusts rough and sure.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she wept, liking it even more. "Oh, Mike. You're going to make me cum-"

"Do it, baby. Don't hold back. Cum on me-with my dick buried in you."

"Yes. Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes! Mmmmmmmm!"

She rocked back and forth, fired by a series of assaulting contractions. Her back arched as she withstood the energy-sapping spasms, riding him to the point of collapse. When her pleasure appeared to reach its conclusion, she lowered her erect nipples to his heaving chest. Her face, hidden by the tangled mass of red hair, was buried by his shoulder.

Mike's hands combed her back, smoothing over the delicious curvature and availing themselves to her quivering buttocks. Initially, I thought this gesture one of affection, but Mike plainly intended to bring about his own gratification. Gradually, he rolled Debra onto her back while remaining embedded between her legs. That thick trunk was rooted to her pussy. The configuration of Debra's limbs shifted as he dragged her beneath him. A mounting fury seemed to gather in his features.

"Oh, baby," Debra murmured as she was rearranged to his satisfaction. Part of her sobbing was-likely prompted by having that huge cock resident in her tender pussy; after watching her cum so violently, I'm sure she had to be handled with delicacy. "Ohhhhhhhhh."

At last, she was stationed on her back. Mike anchored those slender legs over his powerful shoulders. I saw his thick shaft protrude from her cunt lips. Slowly, he began to run himself through that juicy opening, causing Debra to moan once again. I shivered as those slick noises echoed through the room.

"Oh, Deb," he grunted in her face. "Ahhhhhhhh. You're so fucking tight. Let me in there, baby. Let me into your snug pussy. Clamp me good. Squeeze my dick. Oh, yeah. So hot and juicy. Ahhhhhhhh."

Their roles had reversed: now Mike challenged Debra with his impending need, while she breathlessly submitted. I watched in awe as he relentlessly penetrated her, feeding her that enormously swollen thing. Other than an occasional cry, Debra took every bit of that cock inside her without incident.

Mike's knees dug into the cot as he lunged into her warm, receptive body. His large, hulking figure dwarfed her frail one. He was careful to steadily maintain his balance on his elbows without subjecting her to his weight. Stress, however, was consistently applied to her drenched pussy as he slammed into it. His balls slapped her ass as he accommodated himself into that succulent hole. His huge dick was compressed as it was gulped down by her ravenous cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Debra whimpered, capturing his manly bulk with an abandoned thrust on her part. "Ohhhhhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me, Mike. Feed it to me. Cram it into my snatch."

"Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhh."

The springs of the cot screamed beneath them like tortured metal. Once Mike worked up a pattern, there was no stopping him. He plunged in and out of Debra's warm pussy with the intent to momentarily shoot. Her clinging cunt lips, oozing their glistening secretions, rubbed that thrusting shaft to a purplish hue. Her pussy was split wide, taking him whole. I saw contentment etched in both their faces as they thrashed about in naked exhilaration.

"Oh, God," Debra wailed, as Mike pounded her into submission. "Cum in me, baby. Please-cum in me."

His features screwed up as he hammered her with stimulating force. He looked as though he was about to empty everything he had into her hot, squirming body. Debra struck a sexy figure, undulating her hips to meet his thrusting cock.

Mike launched into an intense pumping, riveting her ass to the cot. He charged through that soaked cunt as though it were nothing more than juicy squish. Any efforts he observed in preventing her discomfort were quickly deserted. The whacking sound of their groins meeting reinforced the gravity of his need. Debra, immune to the ache he might have caused, brought her chin high and exhaled roughly.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she cried. "You're making me cum. Ohhhhhhhhh!"

The convulsion she went into did not precipitate orgasm for him. Mike fucked her hard and constant, unwilling to break the shattering pattern he effected.

"Oh, my God," she moaned, trembling beneath his battering flesh. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

"I want to cum, baby," he said, above her shuddering form. "I want to-I just can't. I'm stiff, but I can't shoot."

Debra, looking as though she were depleted of desire, merely groaned as he continued to fill her pussy with his hard cock. She became a receptacle for his frustration.

Hmmmmmmmmm. Mike had a problem achieving orgasm. With a sexy babe like Debra mounted on him, that seemed a curiosity I would undoubtedly explore. Mike was an enigma. What power did he hold over Debra? Or, if my earlier suspicions panned out, what influence did Debra have? This case was starting to get mired with complications.

I kept my ears peeled for additional information, but before I could learn more, a hand clamped my mouth and pulled me back.