Chapter 5
I was dragged to a corner with unyielding backbone. The hand, fastened to my mouth, provided no slack. Adrenaline pumped wildly through me as I frantically searched for an alibi. My exertions to regain freedom didn't cause my captor to breath harder. I was quickly subdued by his surge of strength.
The door beyond which Debra and Mike lay remained closed. My startled cries were muffled, failing to alert them of my peril.
"Don't make a sound, baby," warned the gruff voice to which the smothering hand belonged.
The danger in his tone exacted my fear. I nodded. The savagery with which I was enclosed did not exclude that possibility. My struggling abruptly subsided.
There was another door, which I hadn't noticed when I first descended the staircase. He hauled me into a dark, foreboding room, negligent to any injury he might cause from his brusque handling. The guy was an uncivilized brute, to say the least.
I was thrown into a metal folding chair. It buckled beneath me as I fought the urge to fall. When I got a chance to steady myself, I glimpsed my captor. To my surprise, it was Luke, the guy who rented me the apartment in Debra's building.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. None of the husky invitation I'd known earlier had survived.
I reclaimed my cool; it was imperative to be calm if I was to worm myself out of this one. "I'm wondering the same of you."
"I'm asking the questions." He leaned over me, his blue eyes glaring. "Who sent you? And don't try feeding me any lies-I caught you spying on Deb."
How could I possibly deny the charge? I didn't have a clue on the frame of time between my stumbling upon those two and Luke's arrival. "I wasn't sent by anyone. I saw her take the side door and simply followed. I didn't realize she was going to meet someone."
The slant of his features reflected doubt. To offer a distraction, I crossed my legs with seductive calculation. I made sure an ample portion of my luscious thigh was revealed as one thigh slid over the other. My leather miniskirt fell back, just short of uncovering my panties.
"Honestly," I mentioned flirtatiously, "I was just trying to gab with her. Our conversation from this afternoon didn't last very long when we first met; I thought this might be an opportunity for a little girl talk."
A slew of questions popped into my head, but I refrained from presenting them. If Luke suspected my being down here was anything but accidental, I'd be in serious trouble. Still, I speculated as to the extent of his relationship to Debra-or to Mike, for that matter.
"Do you know who that man was?" he demanded. His stern expression, nor harsh tone, did not falter. "The man with Deb?"
I shook my head with some conviction. Mike's identity wasn't entirely known to me. I decided Jazz's sketch of him wasn't bible. His mobster origins weren't readily accepted.
"Are you sure?" he gruffly insisted.
Luke didn't strike me as a brutal man. Perhaps some of his antagonism evolved from fear. "Look, if you're trying to scare me, you've won. I'm sorry I trespassed. Badgering me, however, won't get you anywhere, because there are no beans to spill." Before I gave him a chance to digest that, I lowered my voice to a suggestive level. "What happened to that incredibly sexy man I rented my room from? I thought I felt sparks."
"Don't change the subject," he muttered. At any rate, he glimpsed my jutting tits, then trailed to the delectable section of thigh. The twitch of his mouth signified mounting desire.
"I hope this little disagreement doesn't spoil things between us," I murmured, licking the rim of my lips. "You're certainly not going to stay angry, are you?"
Progressively, I undermined his sense of duty.
He was mesmerized by the wag of my tongue, the flashing of my eyes, the proposition in my voice.
"There's nothing to be gained with you standing there, venting your spleen," I went on, deliberately uncrossing my legs. I spread my thighs apart, then lifted my skirt. I could tell his throat went dry at the sight of my panties. "Deb doesn't have to be the only person who gets lucky tonight."
Luke's Adam's apple rippled. His fists balled as I intensified his craving for sex. His eyes burned right through me, their message clear.
"I wanted you the moment I walked into your office today," I confided in a shivering whisper. "By the time I went upstairs, you had gotten to me. I had to play with myself. I ran my fingers all over my body in the bathroom while my brother watched television. I kept wishing it were you touching me with those big hands of yours, preparing me for entry. Mmmmmmmmmm." I slipped my hand into my panties and jiggled myself. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Just thinking about it gets me wet."
"Jesus-"
"Don't just stand there, baby," I whimpered. "Come here. Please, hurry."
My visible agony eroded all traces of hostility. Luke stepped up to my face and pressed his crotch to it. He rapidly swelled beneath the crushing force he exerted. I felt, as well as saw him getting stiff. The heavy pulsations inside his blue jeans were unmistakable. The shape of his cock dominated his front. He grew to enormous size, bulging furiously to my utter delight. I massaged him with my cheek, prompting his advanced growth.
"Wow," I whistled, gazing at his equipment. "You're big."
"Think you can handle it, baby?" he boasted, giving me a moment to drool.
I caressed his throbbing bulge. "Oh, yeah. Let's see what you've got. Show me."
He probably would have whipped it out himself, but I was one step ahead. I unzipped him slowly, savoring the moment. I put passion before alarm. I resisted showing him how nervous I was, remembering his rough treatment of me a few moments earlier. I concentrated on the man to whom I was about to give pleasure-nothing more. In that regard, my reaction was heated.
Luke stretched out of his fly, an admirable extension of flesh. His cock was thick, long-a real throat-bender. "Put your mouth on it."
I didn't have to be asked twice. My lips parted, airing warmth over his erect member. Saliva ran from my tongue as I coursed over the bulbous head. His tremors were evident when I darted at him. Although he tried to maintain his composure, my licking made him frantic. I perceived his yearning to be orally embraced, yet resisted. What I was willing to do would be vastly more satisfying.
My limber tip traveled around the rim of his bloated crown. I effected a weaving tickle that precipitated a wild beat. My slurps were imaginative as I widely distributed saliva to various sections. My scalding lashes thoroughly aroused him. He grabbed my head and tried to force himself into my mouth, but I jerked away. He would have to settle for this brand of foreplay-I made that abundantly clear. After a few gasping moments, I resumed lapping him. I got his cock juicy with spit, my tongue curling in all directions. No area of his elongated skin stayed dry.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I murmured, stirring him one flick at a time. I traced the veins on his dick, endowing him a stream of bubbles in the wake of my fever-provoking tip. I pursued the heavy vein of his underside, vibrating upon descent, until Luke struggled to breathe. My journey did not end at the base, but rather continued with his balls. I slurped over them; even the stray follicles met inclusion. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm. You taste good." I rotated over each one, shamelessly slobbering him. "You taste exactly the way a man should. Mmmmmmm."
Luke tolerated the slow-building fury of my tongue. He withstood a second attempt to shove himself into my mouth. His hands went around my head, however, and guided me to the vicinity of inflamed interest. He showed me exactly where to lick. I obliged him. Mmmmmmmmmm. He trembled when I reached his number one escalation point: the base of his cock. I tongued it frantically, perceiving his delirium.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Yeah, there. Uhhhhhhhhh. Don't stop."
His dick stood upright, pulsating. I gave him several uninterrupted moments with my wriggling tip before providing the ultimate surprise. He was shaking when my mouth went over his cock. I took him in a sudden, ambitious swallow.
"Jesus Christ-" he gasped, buried in my throat. His breathing became labored as I sucked hard on him. My lips were practically grafted to his skin as I achieved maximum suction. He wasn't the least prepared for my hot, quivering grip. He threw back his head, then lost control of himself. I couldn't escape his thrusting cock-he cupped my head while pumping my face. He aimed deep into my orifice, rocking himself to my sexy lips.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" I sobbed, eating him.
"Suck," he hoarsely demanded. "Suck it." Urgency ruled his tone. His need would not be negotiated. He required every oral skill at my command.
I did not contest his will. I gave him the thrill he ordered: a juicy suck from top to bottom. My mouth, clenching his shaft, traveled in small increments. I experienced the throb of anxiety as I went. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. When I arrived at his cock bulb, I sucked long and steady. A few drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip. His flavor made me wild. I anticipated a flood as I urged more to follow, but Luke held back. He wasn't about to discharge himself just yet.
"You wanted it, baby," he mentioning as my lips stroked him. "You wanted something for that smart-talking mouth of yours. Here. Take it-" He fucked my face, pumping me with that monster. His face went red to show me exactly how serious he was. "Ahhhhhhhhhh. Suck me. Suck my dick. Yeah. Get it all into your mouth. Come on, baby, suck it good. Nice and stiff-that's how you want it. Jesus, it's rock-hard. Wipe me with more spit. Get it all juicy so I can fuck you with it."
I attempted to finish him off with my mouth. I wouldn't mind fucking him, but I preferred to suck him to orgasm. After draining him, I'd have to make a quick getaway-while he was still recovering.
At the moment, Luke was highly charged. I remained under his control, sucking him to his satisfaction. His dick swam in saliva, polished by the pinch of my lips. He pushed himself in and out of the bottleneck I created. He found heaven in fucking my mouth, just as I did in downing his cock. Mutual gratification resulted from each sway, each thrust.
His balls received manual pleasure. I scooped them up in my feathery caress, treating them with a tenderness he might never have encountered.
His pupils curved up into the whites of his eyes in response to my encompassing affection. "Jesus, you're driving me out of my mind, baby. Christ. Don't stop."
I didn't have the capacity to bring things to a halt. The titillation was irreversible, calling for me to heighten it. He enjoyed the warmth of my mouth, the nuzzle of my fingertips and the fierce determination to make him cum. I took these elements and brought them to the forefront with intensification.
Sweat dripped from Luke's forehead, welling from his pores. His beard and mustache were damp, his hairy chest darkly matted. From his frenzied pitching, I gathered orgasm was near. I took his cock down my throat, contemplating his explosion.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," I moaned, sucking powerfully. His dick filled my mouth, hitting the roof, before I elected to swallow it. His balls pressed to my chin as I gulped every bit of him, then released him from captivity. My lips swept back, stopping just below the plump head, before I fully consumed him. "Mmmmmmmmm mm. Ohhhhhhhhhh." I grabbed his buttocks, then pulled him tight to my face. His dick went farther than ever before. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Fuck," Luke muttered, sounding considerably weak from that ordeal. There didn't seem to be much staying power left in him. "Oh, Jesus. Oh, baby. Keep sucking it. Yeah."
The vigor with which he grasped my head indicated he had entered the final stages. The palpitations perceived by my oral clasp led me to believe those hot, creamy spurts would soon follow. He trembled against me, unable to fight it. The urge to cum took shape. I could practically taste his thick spew as I sucked his dick.
Luke cleverly supplied the final thrill. Without preliminary, he disengaged himself from my sucking lips. I was amazed he found the strength to resist the tickling impulse I carefully nurtured.
"I don't want to jizz in your mouth," he said, squeezing my ass. "I want to fuck you."
I realized in the back of my mind Luke would be so inclined. I wasn't about to deny him that method of release. He twisted me around, propping my ass. I assumed, from this arrangement, we would do it doggie-style.
I should have guessed Luke wasn't your average kind of guy.
"No, baby," he mentioned when I reached between my spread legs to steer his cock. "Not in your pussy. In your ass."
I didn't I mind rectal penetration, but I prefer to be sufficiently lubricated. I doubted my saliva dripping from his dick was going to be adequate. "We don't have any cream-"
That didn't seem to present a problem for him. I psyched myself for the swift hurt his dick would bring, but Luke wasn't entirely insensitive. Instead of feeling the blunt end of his cock at my rectum, I experienced the drenched softness of his tongue. He licked me thoroughly, probing my opening as best he could.
"I'll make you want it," he promised. "I'll get you ready."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"It's going to feel so good."
Of that, I had no doubt. I realized Luke was big, but he seemed knowledgeable in operating his equipment. I trusted he wouldn't make me endure pain.
"Let me warm up that sweet asshole. Here, baby. Loosen your butt for my big dick. Mmmmmmm."
"Oh, my God. Oh, Luke. Yes. Suck my asshole."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
His tongue was both gentle and provoking. His statement was accurate: he got me very excited. I shivered, anxious to have my ass filled with cock.
It didn't take much. Luke evaporated my fears with his expert tip, wiggling into my butt. I clenched my fists, ready to be impaled.
"Go ahead," I moaned. "Fuck me in the ass."
Luke wedged his heavy knob in my crack, then pushed. I sobbed as he slowly sank into my rectum. I didn't think he would enter me so smoothly, yet the constant pressure applied had his cock plowing through that narrow canal. Bit by bit, my asshole flowered open in readiness and acceptance.
"Oh my God," I gasped, shaking as he shoved more of that dick into me. His thing was held like a vise by my tight pink circle. "Oh, baby. That feels fantastic. You're splitting me in half with that thing. Yes. Ohhhhhhhh-"
"More?" he questioned gutturally.
"Do it, baby. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh."
He jerked his hips in short jabs. Each flexing movement fed another swollen section into the tight sheath of my asshole. As he surged forward, I quivered and moaned my encouragement.
I flinched a little at the bone-crushing fullness jamming my ass. Luke drove the final inches of his huge cock into me. I arched my back and shivered, savoring the deep, tight sensation. The mingling of pleasure and mild pain echoed through my body.
Jesus-his cock was so hugely swollen, so solidly embedded, I couldn't move. We lingered in position, with me on my knees and elbows and Luke connected from behind. The tickle of his pubic thatch between my legs was an interruption in an otherwise intense moment.
"God, I've had my eye on your ass from the time you stepped into my office until I watched you strut over to the elevator," he whispered. "I wanted to bury myself inside of it so bad. Yeah. Uhhhhhhh. I dreamed of fucking your sweet ass."
Luke placed his hands on either side of my ass to gain a firm grip, then began rocking back and forth. The agitation of that rigid member in my ass pleased me. I perceived his aching need as he plunged through my butt, ramming with all his might, urging me to respond. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I was drawn into that web of dreamy necessity, arousing him with my delighted squeals.
"Oh, baby," I whimpered, whipping my mane of blonde hair over my shoulder, then steering my ass right to that cock. "Feels good taking you into my butt. Ohhhhhhh. Yeah, fuck me with that big dick. Smash it into my hot buns. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Let me get you off with my tight asshole. I want you to jizz in my ass. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Luke's fingers dug into my writhing flesh as he levered his thrusting cock with greater force and longer strokes. His dick sliced in and out, oblivious to the discomfort it might inflict. I was beyond feeling anything but paradise. A vibrating high was prevalent in his style. My mind went temporarily blank as I received that hot, driving pleasure.
I bit my lip, longing to hear his enjoyment. Our positioning didn't afford me a continuous view of his ravaged features. I pictured his handsome features locked in transport as he fucked me. The snug ring of my asshole crippled his ability to last. He might have kept himself from shooting before, but this new stance precluded that success.
My freedom depended on swift action. The very moment he spasmed, I would have to wrest free of him and make a dash for the stairs. I was surprised Rob wasn't looking for me after a lengthening absence. I bet he was hitting on some sexy babe at the bar.
My thought processes were partially effected by the ecstasy I shared with Luke. That hard cock plunging through my ass made planning difficult. The shuddering awareness that developed impaired my cunning. Oh, God-each thrust was a fragment of erotic splendor; after five minutes, it was nearly impossible to separate myself from that intoxicating sensation.
"Fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me, Luke. Yes. Cram it all into me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Luke made a decision to heighten my involvement in his gratification. His hand curved around my hip and went straight to my drenched pussy. He placed a finger over my horny clit and jiggled. The frustration I underwent swiftly changed course. Any ache for which he might be responsible was suddenly erased by his accurate twitch. I gushed juice over him as he worked me into a breathless swelter.
This new flood of stimulation canceled my immediate plans for escape. How could I plot my departure when every cell in my body hummed? Ohhhhhhhhhh. Part of me didn't want this mounting pleasure, and the other yearned for more.
"Oh, Luke," I sobbed, torn between his fucking into my ass and his inflamed fidgeting. "Luke, you're going to make me cum so hard. Ohhhhhhh."
"You're one hot babe, Honey. I want to make you cum. I'm going to wrap my arms around your sexy body the moment you start cumming. Then I'm going to cream in your ass."
"OhhWilmhlihhhhh."
I don't know which felt better: the finger or his cock. Both supplied fulfillment. Whether I was subjected to that hot, riveting sensation burrowing through my butt, or getting my clit tickled to an unbearable point, pleasure was a preponderant. After another moment, a surge of sexual electricity overloaded my senses. I realized just before cumming that my getaway was doomed; I'd never recover in time to flee.
"You're getting close," he grunted, feeding me stimulation in individual forms. "Your tremors are telling me you're about to cum."
"Yes," I panted, my eyes rolling up. "Oh, Christ. Luke. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"Yeah," he whispered, sending shivers up my spine. "Don't hold back. Go for it."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh-"
Luke's arms surrounded me a split second before I went into that hellish seizure. He planted his hands over my erect nipples and massaged them with his cunt-sticky fingers. His dick felt enormous in my ass as he pumped powerfully.
Ecstasy was brought to the extreme. It was highly irregular for me to cum with such numbing force, but given my predicament-being held captive by an indisputable hunk and bargaining with my sexual resources-I suffered complete immobilization.
"Arrrgghhhhhhhh," Luke growled, clamping his chin to my shoulders and squeezing me as he discharged. "Uggghhhh. Uggghhhh. Ugghhhhhh."
My sensitivities were restored one by one while distinguishing the creamy deposit Luke made. His jism flooded my asshole, seeping from the taut circle of my rectum after moments of being spent. His cock jerked as he squirted and oozed into my butt.
I underestimated Luke's ability to rally. He caressed my shuddering flesh, his hands gentle and caring after subjecting me to furious excitement. I was the more worse for wear, having gotten pumped so thoroughly for the last several moments.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I gasped as his cock slipped out of my ass. Luke maintained most of his erection, having lost some steam. Stroking his cock, he appeared ecstatic at having achieved the peak of enjoyment. His smile related his contentment.
Dazed, but not totally out of commission, I looked to the door as my last ditch effort. If I didn't move fast enough, he would surely take me prisoner. Although I wouldn't mind being his slave for the night, an extended period did pose a problem. Luke might not wish for me to leave-ever.
The door suddenly opened, ruining my scheme. Debra Hargrove, outfitted in a robe, tossed me a scowl. "What's she doing here?" she sneered.
A second later, Mike joined her. "Who's the girl?"
"A troublemaker," Debra pronounced. "No," Luke defended. "She doesn't mean you any harm."
"You fool. Do you usually let your cock do all your thinking? I know who she is. I had her background researched. She's Honey Best, Private Eye."
Luke, looking totally confused, shook his head. "You've got it wrong, Deb."
"No, I haven't. I was suspicious the moment we met. She didn't seem the least innocent." Her emerald eyes were filled with anger. "You were undoubtedly sent by my brother, weren't you?"
She had me. I didn't figure her to be that smart.
"I've got to hand it to you, doll, you covered your bases."
"I'm afraid you're going to be quite sorry you agreed to accept this case, Miss Best. It will, however, prove to be your last mistake." She glanced at Luke. "Bring her into the other room," Debra demanded. "I want to question her."