Chapter 9
"You have a gorgeous apartment," I mentioned to Al Majerski upon entering it. It had a bachelor's signature: wood, space and plenty of light. Al invested in all the current toys: a laser disc player with a comprehensive movie collection; a large screen projection television; and an impressive multimedia computer system. The music playing in the background was of the best fidelity I'd ever heard. His furniture looked brand-new and expensive-an exorbitant acquisition from Ethan Allen. Quality was in evidence at every turn. His dispensable income as a practicing attorney boggled the mind. I couldn't imagine the fees, let alone hefty retainers, he commanded.
Al Majerski dressed for the occasion. He must have intercepted my horny vibrations earlier at his office. Gone was the suit, tie and starched shirt. He replaced those items with casual wear. A formfitting sports shirt that highlighted his muscular physique and tapered to a trim waist, plus a pair of blue jeans that emphasized his sturdy thighs accented his sensuality. His unbuttoned top revealed a smooth, defined chest. He was indeed something hard to resist. I repeatedly reminded myself I was on an investigation, not a hot date.
"I thought you used the equipment provided by the building," I said, pointing at an exercise machine that consumed an entire room. It was a large, gleaming affair of metal and leather and seemed designed for sophisticated use. "Why would you choose a public facility when you have convenience?"
His dazzling blue eyes disarmed me. His deep, masculine baritone gave me the shivers. "One needs human interaction, don't you think? Devoting hours to physical fitness can get lonely."
"Granted." Waves of desire assaulted me. If I wasn't sobered by the thought of Mike watching me with a high-powered telescope from the building across from Al's, I might have permitted my naughtiness to show. Al Majerski was quite a hunk-moreover, my weakness was highly visible. Al, I'm sure, recognized my underlying response.
"Make yourself at home," he gestured to the cozy sofa. "I just made a pitcher of martinis."
"Alcohol-before exercise? I thought we were to visit your building's accommodations."
"We'll work up a sweat, I guarantee." He drenched his words with suggestion. He made no pretense of his desire for me. I identified a strong chemical reaction.
I generously contributed to that commotion. The hem of the miniskirt I donned barely covered my crotch. My preference for low-cut blouses met his unspoken approval. The inclusion of spike heels digging into his carpet added to my glamour. I exhibited my body to advantage. My tits, legs, ass were prominently displayed. Al politely concealed his drool. I sensed, however, a savage behind his gentleman's smile. He couldn't take his eyes off me. My blonde hair was draped over my bare shoulders. I had doused myself with a seductive fragrance to enhance my appeal. I strove for a sassy look, and believed I achieved that effect.
After delivering my cocktail, he sat beside me. His thigh brushed mine with distinguishable calculation. He did not try to remotely mask his lust. Those blue eyes searched for some sign of consent. I was too flustered to do anything beyond sipping my drink.
"Permit me to say you are a stunning woman, Pamela," he remarked after digesting my presence. "Your husband was foolish to stray.
"Were you familiar with his philandering?"
"He confided some of his transgressions. I encourage truthfulness when dealing with a client. It's difficult to establish trust when everything isn't disclosed."
Noting the proximity of his thigh, I decided to play his game. Slowly, I crossed my legs. I made quite a ceremony of dropping one shapely thigh over the other. I deliberately grazed him during that enticing arrangement. Electric shocks, however, resulted from that stunt. Al Majerski's limbs, though lank, were marvelously compact. I encountered pure muscle in that frivolous exchange.
Waves of lust assaulted me afresh. I attempted to concentrate on the purpose of my visit. Al, unfortunately, was an appetizing distraction.
He stared at my jutting bosom. My tits swelled from the plunging neckline of my blouse. An alluring scent wafted from my cleft. I had dabbed myself with a French perfume reputed to enslave a man. I prayed its luscious bouquet would do the trick.
His hand dropped to my thigh, his clasp indiscreet. The man was looking to get laid. "Why not continue this conversation in my bedroom? It's far more comfortable, and has an inspiring atmosphere."
I consciously told myself that we were under Mike's scrutiny. Succumbing to Al's charm would have put me in a difficult position. Mike wasn't-likely to understand. "Let's not race," I stammered. "Why not enjoy the art of conversation in the luxury of this spacious room?"
I hardly dampened Al's enthusiasm. "You'll soon find I have excellent oral skills."
The moment arrived in which to launch my inquisition. "Tell me about Debbie."
"Debbie?" he asked, unsuccessful in hiding his shock.
I saw that I touched a nerve. "You know exactly to whom I'm referring. From my understanding, a beautiful, big-breasted redhead with an outstanding bedside manner. She's an acquaintance of yours-perhaps someone you've seen on an intimate basis."
Al's features darkened. "What has she to do with anything?"
"In addition to seeing you, she's been fucking my husband. Apparently, Debbie gets around."
Al grew quiet. I swiftly concluded I had him at a disadvantage. He could not refute my allegation. That false bravado deserted him.
For roughly one minute, that was.
A wide grin slowly took shape. "Forget about Debbie," he murmured, "and your husband. Neither is of any consequence." He moved toward me, rekindling that spark of seduction. His hand crept up my thigh.
I was unprepared for his revised strategy. Al benefited from my vulnerable state. He perceived the depth of my desire, regardless of my hesitation. Mike's surveillance was also a concern. I didn't want him seeing Al climb on top of me. "We simply can't discard the matter."
"Sure, we can."
His mouth went over mine. I shivered from the mustache and tongue. He sucked the air from me while manually exploring the territory under my skirt. He squeezed my jittery mound. My cunt juices involuntarily welled. Ohhhh. Despite the grave nature of our appointment's purpose, I became very excited.
Al's disarming approach blocked Mike's telescope from my mind. I was fairly disoriented. The large picture window placed us on a stage. Mike, no doubt, suffered indigestion over my seduction. Moreover, he probably wrote me off as an incurable tramp.
I cursed my physical attraction to him.
Al slowly relieved me of my top. I made no effort to stop him. His kiss left me woozy. My nipples were rock-hard, screaming for his grope. His gentle, possessive lips played over my silky shoulders. When he reached the peak of one tit and began sucking my nipple, I thought I going to go insane. My eyes closed as he orally gripped me. Roughly, I shuddered against him.
"Oh, God," I wailed, arching my back. Gently, he pushed me into the cluster of pillows. I wrapped my arms around Al's head and pulled his face into the warmth of my cleavage. He seemed to enjoy burying himself in that fleshy hollow. His mustache tickled my sensitive skin. I undulated beneath him. "Ohhhh."
Al did not dwell between my tits for long. Slowly, he lowered his head to my crotch. I could feel the infusion of his excitement as he ran his tongue down my quivering stomach. Again, that hair above his lip provided tremendous thrills.
"You're definitely hot," he muttered. "I can't understand why Tom would look elsewhere for pleasure. I sense complete willingness."
He separated my legs with his hands. I shivered from their nonnegotiable grip. He drew my panties over my hips. My blonde nest emerged. I inhaled my redolent yearning. Smirking, Al poised himself for licking.
Mike's disapproving gaze filtered through the fog. "No," I said. "Don't."
"You're much too uptight, Pamela. I need to relax you." He lowered his face to my pussy.
I made no further attempt to halt him. With a twist of his fingertips, my cunt lips detached. Al's tongue descended into my juicy crevice. I jerked at his initial plunge, then shut my eyes. He wiggled inside its fur-lined borders, sifting the natural sugars of my snatch. His mustache continued to bombard my senses.
"Jesus," I murmured through clenched teeth. My hands framed his face. I didn't want to be eaten.. .and then I did. I elevated my crotch to meet him. I sank into the cushions, enslaved by that tongue. Al was good-too good, in fact. "Oh, yes. More."
"Doesn't that feel good, Pamela?" he asked, between slurps. "Does it make you want to cum?"
He was the devil incarnate. I couldn't resist him, despite Mike's reconnaissance. My brother-in-law-likely stewed at the sight of us. Through my feathery pubes, I watched Al's handsome face and that flash of pink as he speared my cunt. He licked me fast and sure, intent on getting me off.
"Faster," I crooned. "Faster."
Al complied. He greedily drank from my snatch. His attention to my clit electrified me. He relentlessly attacked it, leaving my vocal cords stricken. I writhed on the sofa, unable to escape his delicious wriggle.
"Cum for me, Pamela," he commanded between mouthfuls of cunt. "Cum for me."
The world capsized on me. I spasmed against his sucking lips. That tongue never stopped in its bid to torment. He lapped me right through orgasm, as though unable to quench his thirst. My nectar flowed without cease.
"Ohhhh," I cried out, convulsing. "Oh, God." I balled my fist and ground myself to his face. That orgasm sapped my strength. "Ohhhh. Oh, God."
That was hardly the end of it. Al's appetite hadn't been satisfied. He searched for more, scooping into my climax-ridden pussy. After a few dazing whips, he began rebuilding my need. His speed of accomplishment amazed me. It was as though that orgasm was merely an appetizer for bigger things to come.
Hungrily, he devoured my cunt lips. The searing touch of Al's tongue pushing them apart stole my breath. My eyes burst open and I stared unseeingly at the picture window. In the distance, Mike studied us. Al's rapid tongue movement continually erased that reminder.
"You taste so sweet," he remarked during the course of his lashing. "Mmmmm. Let me drink your nectar, Pamela. I want all you have."
He made his tip pointed and inserted it far into my snatch. I sobbed as he fucked me tediously with his stiffened tongue. My tender membranes screamed. His thumbs pinioned my soft flesh, ignorant of my violent shake. He dove into my snatch, scrubbing its walls.
I moaned, rocking against his face. I threw open my legs to him, allowing him to slice into my hot squish with that snake-like tip. His licking exhilarated me.
"Mmmmm," Al mumbled, cleaning the juices that dribbled from my warm cunt. "Oh, yeah."
Al crammed his tongue into me until his nose touched my clit. Curving his head, he subjected me to that mustache. He lapped my nectar until my throat ached. The pressure of his tip to my juicy innards and the friction to my love button sent an electric current through me.
I remembered how swiftly he made me cum before, bearing down on me until I was too physically depleted to respond. Al was bent on imposing his insatiable appetite on me once again. I couldn't flee that hot, snapping tip as it lashed over my succulent pink flesh and made my clit swell. He seized me by the ass and devoured my spillage until I neared unconsciousness.
"I'm going to cum," I whimpered, unable to contain my gratification. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
His mouth remained stationed through those hellish contractions. I thrashed on the sofa, cupping his head. Stars twinkled before my eyes. I feared passing out. Twice, orgasm was fast and intense.
Abruptly, he lifted his face from my snatch. "What would you do to keep receiving this pleasure?"
I gasped for air.
"Would you tell me where the money is?"
I instantly fathomed why he lavished me with such shattering bliss. "So you know about that?"
"Naturally." His breath smelled of cunt. "I want that money. It belongs to me."
"No." I tried marshaling my energies to flee him, but weakness engulfed me. "I won't surrender it to you."
"You will." He gazed at my snatch, moist from his saliva and outpouring joy. "I won't stop until you agreed to hand it over."
I didn't think I could survive another bout with that tongue. The prospect of it thrilling me, however, enfeebled me.
I watched his head bob as he fed upon me, unwilling to relinquish my excited pussy. Once he fastened his mouth to my mound, there was no hope of disengaging it. The flash of tongue and subsequent tickle re-launched that hot, churning sensation. The revolving whips he employed made me arch my back. I could see him lick around the inflamed area, but as he got closer to that protruding bud, he impaired my vision. My love button tingled as he dashed over it. I fell apart at the seams. Al controlled my pleasure with his mouth and limber tongue. Though he was clearly the enemy, I couldn't ignore the burning need in my loins.
I grabbed his head and pelted his face with my snatch. I couldn't handle another teasing second. I aimed for the point of his tongue and drove myself at it. I urged him to eat me until he siphoned my juices. Of course, that was a foolish bid on my part. No sooner did I receive that wildly curling tip that my nectar was quickly replenished. I remained still and had him lick me until I neared cumming.
"I want the money, Pamela," he muttered after gulping my secretions. "Every cent."
Al covered my clit with his mouth and sucked fiercely until I was a quivering wreck. There was no reason to hold back, to prolong the ecstasy that was sure to claim me. I came with his mouth attached to my jerking mound.
"Ohhhh," I cried, arrived there sooner than expected. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Oh, God."
I went limp. Al's mouth came to my lips. His mustache was moist, smelling of cunt. I was still shuddering with orgasm when he put his tongue in my mouth. I tasted my juices mixed with his saliva; the combination sent my brain whirring off track.
"Did you leave it at home?" he whispered in my ear.
I had no strength to defy him. He succeeded in draining me of everything I had. I nodded.
His dastardly face broke into a smile. "Good girl. We're going to take a ride there and fetch it. But first, we have some unfinished business."
He unfastened his belt and unzipped himself. A lengthy, rigid cock came out of his pants. I saw how much I was about to get. His size amazed me. Al was truly well-endowed.
"Eating you got me extremely horny," he said. "I'm sure you won't mind if I help myself to a piece of ass."
Those mighty hands gripped my ankles. I slid back on the sofa as he dragged them high, then set them on his shoulders. He sank smoothly into my pussy. My saturated cunt easily absorbed him. Upon submerging himself, he groaned. The smugness was temporarily erased from his expression. I attributed Al's personality change to his burying his thing in hot, spongy cunt. Having explored the inside of my snatch with his tongue, it transparently pleased him to stick his dick in there.
I closed my eyes when his cock slipped in and out of me. Al was bone-stiff. Back and forth he went, setting fire to my loins. I moaned as he crammed my pussy. Absently, I responded by lifting my hips and steering my muff to that driving member.
"A nice, snug box," he remarked, beatifically smiling. His handsome face steadily transformed into a contorted mask. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me, baby. Fuck my meat. Come take it. Ahhhh. Your pussy sure seems to love it. Grab me, baby. Grab me with that wet snatch."
I had nothing to do with that sweet clenching. My snatch seized him with a hunger. The rest of me was too debilitated to try. His balls struck my inner thighs. I moaned each time he went in. Deeply into my warm, juicy center he plunged. Ecstasy developed from his slick movement. I couldn't refute the splendor. Succulent noises reverberated from that sweet friction.
My response to his pumping surprised me. I could feel orgasm building in my agitated loins. Al's uniform strokes kindled a blaze. I gripped those powerful forearms as my fever heightened.
Al stared blankly at me while stuffing me with cock. He was close to giving me that hot, gooey injection. His shaft was inflexible, steeply descending into my cunt.
"I'm going to jizz, baby," he muttered, ramming me. "Oh, yeah. Now. Afow."
My own cries deafened his animalistic growl. My bliss echoed from his walls. I could not begin to contain the satisfaction he served me. My pussy contracted about that warm, spurting cock. I barely felt that furious collection of man fluid as he erupted.
He withdrew from my sticky lips while I violently shuddered. I sighed from that sweet infusion. Al had given me enormous pleasure.
I was shocked, however, when handcuffs clicked around my wrist. Cold metal embraced me before I fully recovered. I opened my eyes as Al clicked the other in place. He addressed me with a cool smile. "I doubt this is the first time you've worn those, baby. Your boyfriend-I mean brother-in-law-probably introduced you to the fun that could be had with them."
His declaration dumbfounded me. "How-"
"I could tell the two of you were fucking the moment you exchanged glances. You're easy to read, baby. An open book, just like your idiot husband." Al shook his head. "He may have gone into hiding, but it doesn't matter. We're going to take a ride to your place, pick up the dough, and then I'll split. Doesn't that sound simple?"
I gazed at the manacles he attached to me. I didn't like his authoritative voice, nor the touch of the chilly iron.
"He's watching us, isn't he?"
The blood drained from my face.
"You've glanced often enough at my picture window to enlighten me of the situation.
Remember, I'm an attorney. We have an innate talent for identifying relationships."
I felt foolish for believing Al gullible. The man was whip-sharp.
"Tom previously mentioned his brother was a cop. I figured we were under surveillance. That's why I sucked your pussy, then fucked you. I wanted him to eat his heart out." His wicked laughter rang.
"You're wrong," I whispered, still lacking vigor. My lie, unfortunately, was transparent.
"I know better than that, baby. I've also thought ahead. When your boyfriend gets here, he's going to receive quite a surprise."