Chapter 8
"I have no idea what happened to your husband," Allan Majerski claimed. "We had an appointment more than a week ago, for which your husband never showed."
"What were you to discuss?" I asked, boldly flirting with the handsome lawyer. My mouthwatering cleavage attracted his eye. Prior to entering his office, I undid an extra button. My tits all but spilled from captivity. He couldn't help stealing glances at them. "Divorce, perhaps?"
Al Majerski fixed me with a smile. "What makes you think that, Mrs. Kimak? A man would be insane to walk away from such a beautiful woman."
I leaned toward him. My nipples, bulging through my blouse like miniature bullets, were not lost upon Al. "He's neglected me for some time. Frankly, I hoped that was ultimately his mission. I want to be free of him."
Majerski grinned. He seemed delighted with my wish to shed my spouse, in addition to the prospect of my availability. Had we been alone, I'm sure we would have ended on his sofa in a tangle of arms and eager tongues. "We didn't cover the issue during his phone call, but I gathered that wasn't the reason."
Mike frowned. He wasn't keen about our cozy exchange. I had masked my means of extracting the information from the mechanic. Had Mike known about the blow job, he would have been absolutely pissed. I might have built an argument around the benefit of exercising one's feminine wiles, but I doubted Mike would buy it.
"Nevertheless, Mr. Majerski-"
"Please, call me Al. I insist." He flashed me a smile.
"Very well," I said, drawing my breath. "Al, what were my husband's intentions?"
"He never said. The entire matter was to be explored at length right here. Unfortunately, he never appeared."
I judged Al Majerski with an astute eye. He was a handsome man with dark brown hair, slicked back, a cultured mustache and a scrubbed face. He was roughly thirty years old. I assumed he had only recently begun to practice law-his certificate looked fresh in its frame on the wall. Tall, lean, possibly athletic-those observations were also factored into my evaluation. I tried to imagine him in bed, and liked what I saw.
I had been vague about our seeing Al Majerski and his affiliation with Debbie. I accounted for my conclusions as a hunch, not an outright confession. I had to be original when explaining my acquisition of that groundbreaking news. Mike would not have approved of my methods.
At any rate, Debbie was connected to that clean-shaven lawyer and my husband. I was positive her role had dark connotations. I smelled a scam in the offing.
Altering my tactics was imperative. Forgetting that Mike was at my side, I caressed that good-looking attorney's upper arm. "Hmmmm. Do you work out, Al? You seem extraordinarily healthy." My tone intentionally held suggestion.
He laughed. "My building has a gym. It's very convenient for a bachelor like me in several ways."
"Oh?" Illusions of him hitting on gorgeous creatures in tights and leotards danced through my head. Al seemed more the player than ever. "It sounds wonderful."
"Perhaps you'd like to come by and see for yourself."
I brightened. "I just might do that. When."
"This evening?"
"That fits perfectly into my schedule. Jo down your number and I'll phone prior to my arriving."
Al turned to Mike, who had remained mute during most of our stay. "Will you be joining us?"
Before he could answer, I blurted, "No, my brother-in-law has other plans this evening.' Dismissing him as a mere relative cleared the path for Al. Mike said nothing to contradict my statement.
Relief swept over Al as he scribbled his private number on the back of a fresh business card. "I'll be looking forward to it."
"What's gotten into you?" Mike accused upon returning to my desecrated home. He contained his rage until we stepped over the litter. I sensed a detonation while we were in the car. He was much too calm, and failed to ask me revealing questions.
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're saying."
He seized me by the shoulders. His nostrils flared. Those coffee-colored eyes blazed with hostility. "You practically tossed him some snatch, like a dcock-tease. Why? He's just a legal adviser. What has he to do with my brother's disappearance?"
Mike's strength alarmed me. "Plenty," I said, scrambling for a story that would fly. "He knows Debbie."
"And how did you come by that scoop?"
"The mechanic told me." I regretted disclosing it, but realized it was time to throw my cards on the table.
Mike's expression turned ugly. "Did he volunteer that morsel, or did you have to work for it?"
I feigned shock. "Be serious, will you? Am I the type to pull something that outrageous in a public place?"
"Evaluating your stunt in the John at that service station and in my car, yes."
My excuses no longer held water. It was time to come clean, despite the outcome. "All right. I stepped into a compromising situation. Let's say I used my natural resources to accumulate those needed facts."
My confession did not bode well with Mike. He regarded me with contempt. "You put his dick in your mouth." he hoarsely charged. He spoke above a lump in his throat. "You sucked him."
"What if I did? I got a hell of a lot further than you did monkeying around with the owner and cashier. I made a breakthrough."
"And what of your scheme with Majerski? Are you going to fuck him to get a testimony?"
"If that's what is required," I spat. "Look, I never asked to be dragged into this mess. I would have gladly surrendered the funds I removed from our joint account, and been done with it. You gave me no option. Now that I've been recruited, I'm committed to completing the task."
His warm breath fanned over my face. I sensed his indignation, and his wrestling with it. I wasn't his wife, nor girlfriend. He had no title to me.
He backed me to the wall. His chest expanded. His steel fingers slowly disengaged my wrists. I encouraged his raw study, stroking his jawbone with my thumb.
"Tell me what you know," he quietly demanded.
My soft voice accentuated the moment. Giving him a hard time was the last thing I wished. "Apparently, Debbie is Al Majerski's girlfriend. It's my belief that she and Majerski coerced Tom into stealing that money."
"Debbie is his accomplice?"
I nodded.
Mike swallowed with difficulty. "Is that what the mechanic told you?"
"Though unaware of criminal activity, he's seen them together. That alone establishes collusion in my mind." I sensed his horny vibrations. Having Mike near spurred my hunger. I wanted to rip his clothes off and insist he fuck me. "I should have been candid about our visit to Majerski, but was afraid my suspicions would have affected your behavior. Attorneys of my acquaintance tend to be shrewd people who professionally are capable of dissecting a person's behavior. The less you knew, the better chance we had of gaining something valuable."
"This is my field of work," he murmured, moving closer to my lips. "I've conducted investigations in the past without revealing my hand. Questioning witnesses is rudimentary."
"My mistake," I whispered, then met that sensual mouth.
Unable to check our rising passion, we kissed. His arms flew around me, hotly dragging me to his trembling body. I groaned as his tongue wiggled against my teeth, then probed my mouth. Those powerful hands yielded powerful shivers as they streamed down my backside and embraced my ass. He pulled me to his swollen front, grinding me to that bone-like development. His cock was totally rigid.
"Oh, God, Mike," I sobbed, on fire. I rubbed him with my pussy. "Ohhhh."
He undid my blouse with deft precision. I steered him to my erect nipple. Mike didn't spare a moment in covering it with his mouth. His ferocious suck stole the wind from my lungs.
My head rolled from one side to the other. My pulse jumped. My fingers wove through his hair, navigating his head to my satisfaction.
I streamed over his well-developed chest, recognizing the hammering beat of his heart. I trailed lower and enclosed the appetizing definition of his cock. He bulged hugely from his jeans. I shivered in anticipation.
"You want some of that, don't you?" he muttered in a low, husky voice.
Unable to speak, I simply nodded.
He ripped open his pants and took out his cock. He thumbed the bulbous head, oozing pre-cum before edging toward my snatch. I hiked my dress, then pushed the front panel of my panties aside. Trying to remove them seemed too complicated.
Mike stuck himself into my wet hole. His broad cock pinned back that section of my underwear. The wind left me with that first plunge. I rebounded, my pussy going back for some more. My nails descended his arms, failing to summon even a flinch. Mike grunted, determined to reach bottom. He slid through my contracted walls. My toes curled inside my high heels. That throbbing mass compelled me to moan.
"You're playing with fire, Pamela," he grunted after settling into my wet flesh.
"I know. Please, Mike. Give it to me. I need you inside me. Fuck me, please."
My ass was shoved to the wall, then bounced once he proceeded to pound me into breathless submission. "like that?"
I could barely talk. He sent that stiff cock home at the end of every thrust. My entire lower region felt divided by his hard, pulsing dick. His strong hands spanned my buttocks, dragging me onto that cunt-splitting thing. I met his wide base thrust after thrust. The pleasure was dizzying. Nothing rivaled fucking that hard cock.
He charged through my snatch, gathering momentum. My appetite rose. I fucked him right back, swinging my hips to catch as much of that pleasing dick as I could. He was very filling, very satisfying.
I reached for his flexing buttocks. His jeans dropped as he rammed into me, allowing for the opportunity to fondle his ass. Mike shuddered as I explored him. His features twitched while his eyes took on a vacant quality.
The punishing stroke of his cock could not tame the wild lurch of my hips. He gave me rough, hot sex. I loved having Mike in that fashion. My pussy swallowed him up, trapping that dick for a few seconds, then releasing it with a shiny coat. He slid in and out of my drenched cunt, wildly enjoying himself. Gratified sighs, mixed with a sharp intake or two, related his state of his mind.
"Oh, yeah," he sounded, working his way into my hot squish, then dragging himself out. "So wet, so tight. I love the way your pussy feels."
I made it good for him. I unbuttoned his shirt and exposed my aroused flesh to that wealth of chest hair. I smashed my tits to him, exposing him to my swollen nipples. I rubbed my body to his, inflaming his senses.
Mike dipped under my arm pits and lifted me. The second I was suspended from the floor, nailed to the wall by his crushing weight, he launched into a steady pump. He energetically plowed my snatch. My mouth dropped open and my eyes closed as I absorbed the impact. I felt him saw in and out of my gored pussy lips. My joy was incalculable. He ignited a blaze that seemed inextinguishable. My eyelids fluttered, then closed as I attempted to process the sensations humming through me.
He made me cum fast. I didn't want to be first, but Mike offered no recourse. That wonderful pounding caused me to soar. I felt lightheaded, then numb. Everything came to a breathless halt.
"Ohhhh! Oh, yes!" I cried, losing it. Overtaken by a seizure, I submitted to its strength.
Mike pumped me right through that delicious turbulence. Stroke by stroke, I was conscious of his manly movement. That plodding cock kept my lust alive. Those dark eyes relentlessly pursued me. He remained apprised of my agony during those sapping contractions.
"Get the handcuffs," I said, struggling to reclaim oxygen. "I want to wear them."
A burst of recognition registered on my brother-in-law's face. He remembered our first time, and had a yen to repeat it. His starved look supported that assumption. He seemed ecstatic that I consented to wearing them.
He yanked his cunt-soaked dick out of me. My panties snapped back into place, covering my snatch. I nearly went limp with weakness. The cuffs were in his jacket. I held out my wrists, anxious for their cold embrace. After he manacled me, I whirled around. I wanted him to take me from the rear. He groaned when I presented him my ass.
"Put your cock in me," I whined, hungry for it. I gazed at my subdued wrists. The feel of chilled metal fiercely aroused me. My nipples, moist from his suck, strained with excitement.
Once again, Mike pushed back the hindering partition of my panties, then inserted his dick. My recently fucked lips gave him no resistance. He sank into me with a prolonged groan.
"Jesus," I sobbed, digesting that manly bulk. Our groins came together after a tension-ridden squeeze. It felt as though I captured something of intimidating size.
Mike pumped me, cramming that monster between my gored pussy lips. His rhythm was feverishly urgent. His hands encompassed my waist, delivering me to that cunt-opening mass. His balls slapped my butt. He emphatically buried that big thing in my juicy hole.
"Yes," I cried. He jammed me with cock. I automatically tightened around that probing shaft. He seemed to enjoy the friction. I trembled as he smashed those wiry pubes into my warm crack. "Ohhhh."
Mike descended upon a vulnerable spot on my neck. He planted his mouth and sucked tenderly on my flesh until I nearly screamed. He lavished me with kisses, then drove himself into my cunt.
"I'll do whatever you want, Mike," I said. "Tell me how I can please you."
He couldn't answer. He fucked me with everything he possessed. He sawed in and out of my pussy without stopping-almost to the point of cumming-then assumed a leisurely pace. My cunt lips clung to him, making noisy sounds as they coated him with their sticky juices.
"Fuck me," I moaned, surrendering to him. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good!"
The handcuffs clinked together. I stared at my bound wrists, then shut my eyes. Becoming Mike's prisoner was the ultimate high. I loved being under his control. When he originally ordered me around, I detested it. That loathing, however, ripened into unquenchable lust.
His dick ground into me, reducing my pussy to squish. All that urgent tugging and yanking influenced me. I could not ignore the enticement of orgasm. Even as I willed him to cum, I was caught up in his sexual fury.
Mike became more aggressive. He separated my legs, then descended farther into my quivering warmth. Hot juice ran down my inner thigh while that dick slid in and out of me. His balls continued with their harsh spanking.
I whimpered in surprise. He went further than I could remember. My eyes rolled up and a throaty moan rose. The pleasure was intense.
My panties were still on. His oncoming cock pushed back the material, then sank into its target. Needless to say, he stretched the fabric. Adjusting to its wideness, I purred. Mike sliced into my wet, wanting cunthole. The thrill, in part, was keeping on my panties during our frantic coupling.
"I want to get in deep, baby," he gasped. "I want to feel the hottest, wettest part of you."
"Yeah," I panted. "Fuck me. Fuck me."
His cock descended into me. His thick diameter spread my pussy to full expansion. With keen interest, he watched his cock disappear. My folds parted, accepting the sum of his manhood. He went on to push, burying himself in that tingling receptacle.
"Ohhhh." I was instantly lost in a delirium, shaking as he submerged every last bit. I hoarsely welcomed him into my juicy chamber. The handcuffs weighed my wrists. They felt heavy, cumbersome-but I refused to consider his taking them off.
The rough hair of his legs scratched the backs of my thighs. His brawny arms, wrapped about my shivering form, were similarly blanketed. I relished their rhythmic contact. Additionally, I continued enduring the brush of his pubes in my crack. Mike had a myriad of coarse surfaces that served to heighten my arousal.
He made me moan with his cock. He shoved his thing into my moist pussy, pumping me good. He buried his face in my nape, gasping. His hands went over my tits. I sobbed as he stroked my erect nipples. His touch was purely electric.
After fondling my ripe nuggets, those hands swept down my abdomen. He circled my navel, then inched toward my pussy. He dipped beneath the border of my panties and combed through my silky curls. Ohhhh. Blindly, he groped for my clit. My teeth closed, then ground together. Air whistled through them. He jiggled me, speeding up my gratification.
"Oh, Mike," I whimpered, overcome with joy. "Don't stop. Finger me. Fuck me."
Mike rapidly jerked in and out of my slippery cunthole, savoring its sweet pull. He groaned at the caress of my greasy lips.
Our groins produced squishy sounds as we joined. His hard dick drilled into my drenched crevice, filling me with its wild pulsations. Our bodies became slick, our sweat pores opening as we fought to maintain the effort. Each thrust brought us closer to orgasm.
Closing my eyes, I drifted toward heaven. Getting fucked, feeling my pussy crease from his hammering cock, was utter fulfillment. I loved how it rubbed against my hot clit. I could have received him for hours and been content.
"It doesn't get better than this," I whispered. "This is the real thing. Oh, Mike. I don't want it to end."
My snatch caught his shifting bulk. I clenched my fists and willed myself to meet Mike's driving shaft. The impact of his hammering cock made me sopping wet. I heard the juicy cover of my lips, moistening him. My pussy gave him an extensive suck. Heatedly, I responded to his pounding dick. I loved how it penetrated me.
Mike gripped my shoulders to improve his aim, then sent his throbbing member home. I buckled against him, groaning aloud at the satisfying collision of cock and pussy. After several resounding smacks, I rocked myself to him. My snatch devoured him to the root.
"You're so tight, Pamela."
"Keep fucking me, baby. Keep fucking my hot pussy. Ohhhh!"
Mike charged into my spongy heat. I was very aware of the fact he would soon be cumming. Fucking like that brought on swift orgasm.
"Let's do it, baby," he muttered, whacking me with his balls. "Let's do it now."
Hot jism jetted into my snatch. He creamed my pussy, saturating it. My cunt was an outlet for that gooey torrent. He emptied himself in me, thrusting and spurting.
His discharge occurred just before I climaxed. I writhed before him, positively numb. My convulsion was powerful and lasting. The weakness so engulfed me, I was near fainting.
We pitched together, savoring those delicious throes. Gratification left us woozy.
After Mike's equilibrium became restored, he eased himself from my pussy. His cock dripped with my scented juices. My panties slid over my furry patch. Within seconds, I saw and felt his cum ooze. A damp spot formed on my undergarment, darkening in color as his jism seeped from my well-fucked hole. My loving brother-in-law had flooded me. Mike left me a hot, sticky remembrance.
Mike slumped beside me, propped by the wall, reclaiming air. His tension was gone, the lines erased from his face. I sensed his tranquility. That placid moment was best for communication. "Al Majerski is going to lead me to Tom. I have a strong hunch he's behind everything. Call it women's intuition. That man is slime." I gazed with affection at him. "You've got to trust me on this one, babe."
"Trust is something earned."
"I plan to earn all of it." I clasped his hand, then kissed it.
Mike did not dispute my claim.
"When we've accomplished our mission," I said, attaining a calm, "when Tom is found and the money returned to its rightful owner, I intend to secure a divorce."
Mike's lips brushed mine.
"I want us to be totally inseparable."