Chapter 1
Sheila Davenport exited the hotel retaining a tantalizing glow. Defiantly, she tossed her dark mane of hair over her shoulders. The large breasts of the twenty-eight-year-old temptress provocatively bounced in the skintight dress. Her emerald eyes seductively glittered.
Not quite fifteen minutes beforehand, she closed a hot scene with her half-sister, Linda Webster, and friend, Paula Meyers. During her brisk walk, she endured the void left by a thick cock. Jack Tremain, scaling a height of six eight, was a well-endowed man. Not only did he stretch her with that monster, but went deep as well. At twenty-five, he was a stud of some repute. Before he stuck her, she enjoyed his tongue-another skill in his repertoire.
Petite Paula-blonde, blue-eyed and succulent-managed to fit him in her mouth, and would have finished him off had he not opted to fill Sheila's pussy. After he buried the last of his ten inches, her lips curved into a gratified smile.
He felt sublime smashed between her legs, fully expanding her cunt lips.
Linda, clasping her diamond pendant, observed the proceedings with a faint smile. Their coupling occurred prior to Sheila's robust arrival, and had been of dazing satisfaction. Jack put forth a quality effort in pulling the trigger of the thirty-one-year-old. Her black eyes and lengthy dark hair gave her an air of exquisite mystery. Her whipcord body had wildly bucked on its mound, demanding everything in its feverish gallop. One ride wonderfully sufficed.
They generously submitted to Jack's erotic whims, eventually exhausting the golden-haired stud. The encounter was, in reality, a reunion. For many months, Sheila had been separated from Linda and Paula, having no inkling to their whereabouts. Her pursuit of them climaxed in a pleasure-rich orgy revolving around Jack, who held their freedom under a unique lock and key. Sheila fashioned a scheme that not only bought them their walking papers, but taught Jack a needed lesson. Scrupulous to a fault, she boggled the scam artist's mind.
The situation concerned the diamond pendant. Not only did Linda possess one, but Sheila and Paula in addition. The sparkling jewel, though a splendid ornament, held hypnotic powers. The women, accomplished mesmerists, capably put their subjects completely in their thrall while robbing them blind. Their ruse? Their own bodies and the promise of unforgettable sex.
They looted treasure-bedecked yachts, private art galleries and money-filled safes without conscience. They targeted the affluent crowd: people who historically heavily insured their valuables and invariably profited from the loss. To preserve their anonymity, the three imposed a post-hypnotic suggestion that banned their victims from clearly recalling the incident.
Hypnosis, under the pendant, for some inexplicable reason, heated up one's hormones and afflicted him or her with a ravenous sexual appetite upon being revived. The women, aware of side effect, gladly satisfied those ferocious demands when lifting the trance.
Resulting from their polished craft, they enjoyed a lifestyle exempt of strife and penalty. Hypnosis provided them every means and privilege. The aftermath of each episode involved frenzied pleasure. Their fulfillment was whole.
Regrettably, they were no match for Jack Tremain's ambitions. At his calculation, Linda and Paula disappeared in the night without a single clue. Jack hungered for the wealth those will-bending pendants yielded. He amassed a respectable fortune, exploiting the women's talents. An expert cocksman who previously made a living off bored, rich women, he engrossed his captives with his imagination. Neither could resist his toned body, nor his masterful prowess. Hopelessly separated from Sheila and with dim prospects of finding her, they offered their cooperation to his lucrative proposal. Independently wealthy from their previous excursions, neither protested the cut Jack took. He amply compensated their troubles in the sack.
Sheila's tireless journey culminated in success, which she attributed in part to Dave Fairfield, an old lover and dedicated traveling companion. Dave, a forty-six-year-old sexual gymnast whose belief in a healthy diet and daily exercise erased more than a decade from his age, hadn't originally pl-edged his help. Sheila hid her hypnotic crimes from him as long as possible, but after prevailing upon her to come clean, he turned against her. Revolted by her crooked lifestyle, he announced that he would have nothing further to do with her. Sheila, desperate for an ally, transformed him into her slave with her pendant. For the duration of the search, Dave served under the authority of the jewel. She completely trapped his defiance and re-channeled his rebellious energy for optimal productiveness. Dave had traditionally satisfied her in bed, and became a release valve when her frustration levels ran high.
Eventually, she pinpointed her lost partners.
The three women worked collaboratively to outwit Jack by switching his specially prepared contact lenses that shielded him from the pendant's will-stripping muscle to ordinary ones. Linda carried out his overdue enslavement, relishing his surprise. Jack's sexual thirst awakened with a vengeance that required their combined attention. His ardor had been tweaked to voracious proportions.
Linda personally administered a posthypnotic suggestion that barred Jack from retaliation and struck from his mind any memory of the episode as added insurance. His infamy warranted strict measures. Given his dazed look, that erasure had been victorious.
Linda and Paula agreed to dress and clean up, then meet her in front with the car. Sheila headed for the parking lot with a spring in her step. The last item on her agenda was collecting Dave, whom she had not seen most of the day. The vanishing act he pulled was unlike him, yet hadn't justified panic.
She looked forward to weeks of hassle-free relaxation and the ongoing dialogue with her reunited partners. A celebration would be had.
She absently fingered her gold chain and diamond pendant, which provided a guarantee that those objectives would not go awry.
The street was, to her amazement, desolate. Sheila, accustomed to the bustle of cabs and pedestrians, thought the enduring quiet an anomaly. Shrugging, she strode toward her rented vehicle with key in hand.
From the shadows, Dave Fairfield abruptly surfaced. Ruggedly handsome, he bore a stern look she deemed uncharacteristic.
"Dave," she said, catching her breath, "where were you?" He materialized from the very darkness, startling her. She dropped the key as a result. "I've combed the area-to no avail."
"I'm back," he replied in a voice that strangely dripped of menace, "and feel quite myself."
Sheila failed to admit the gravity of his conveyed message. He did not, she noticed, have a subdued air since his forced induction. "Huh?"
Immediately, he seized her wrist-another jarring indication of becoming insubordinate. She could not fathom the basis for the change. The strength of his grip was like a cold splash of water.
His sardonic expression painted a worrisome picture eclipsing her previous euphoria. That Dave would overcome her constricting influence had been defective logic. The diamond pendant's might was, to her understanding, infallible. "What's gotten into you?"
From a row of cars, the headlights came on and a black sedan swerved in front of them and came to a screeching halt. The door promptly opened and an attractive blonde woman, perhaps early thirties., beckoned her.
"Hello, Sheila," she said.
Sheila's pulse raced at a hurtling speed. She established instant and fearful recognition. Cynthia Rush, the woman who taught her and her half-sister Linda the art of hypnosis, met her gaze. Cynthia's lessons hadn't included instruction on fleecing millionaires. Sheila and Linda adopted that practice after mastering the education she'd provided.
Sheila hadn't seen her in years, yet her pangs of shame were fresh. Cynthia had specified that the gifts she imparted were not meant for abuse, nor illicit gain. Sheila blatantly violated that promise, and that guilt put a flush in her cheeks.
The crystal blue eyes studying her seemed to acknowledge that betrayal. She perceived the blondementor's harsh judgment, and predictably, a harsh sentence.
Dave roughly pushed Sheila into the car. He no longer pretended to be the caring paramour, as evidenced by his brusque handling. Sheila sailed into the backseat, gripped by terror. Dave's restoration had been a tough pill to swallow, but Cynthia's unexpected appearance was, by far, worse. Her nerves were barely intact, yet she grappled with projecting a calm front. Dave climbed in and slammed the door, then signaled the driver to swiftly accelerate. He glanced at Sheila, his brown eyes blocks of ice.
They dashed into the night, their destination a mystery. Sheila had no means of contacting Linda or Paula and alerting them of her peril. The glass partition between them and the driver, in addition to the darkened windows, precluded her from summarizing her locality.
Cynthia coolly regarded her. "Not the homecoming you imagined, eh, Sheila?"
She alternated from the frosty blonde to Dave. He was out of her hypnotic range, no doubt at Cynthia's intervention. "You've released him, haven't you?"
"That was despicable of you, Sheila," Dave growled, "and I won't ever forget it."
Sheila winced. Dave's gruffness alarmed her, yet she did not allow it to undermine her composure. "It was necessary, given the challenge I faced."
"I personally trained you, Sheila," Cynthia crisply reminded. "The intention for financial advancement was never there. Your ill-use of the talents I gifted you compels me to seek damages."
Sheila warily eyed her. "You're going to punish me?"
"Such defiance cannot go unchecked." She dipped into her purse and produced a gold chain and pendant identical to her own.
Sheila was painfully aware of its magnified power. The jewel refracted some light that filtered through the smoked glass by overhead lamps and illuminated signage. As though by illusion, it had an independent light source. "No." She lurched in her seat, only to be restrained by Dave. Cynthia closed in on her, exhibited the antique piece. Flanked by the two, Sheila had no viable exit. "Not that."
Cynthia held her blistering gaze. "It's the only effective device to redefine the boundaries of your responsibilities."
Sheila struggled, but was stilled by Dave's iron grasp. Her writhing back knocked vainly against his solid chest. He brooked her no sympathy and positioned her in harm's way, his strength immobilizing her.
"Don't," Sheila hoarsely repeated, breaking into a sweat. Beads cropped at her brow. Cynthia leaned toward her, between her thighs. In the scuffle, she wrapped her legs around that blonde temptress. Realizing she was directly in front of the jewel, her heart rate tripled. "Please, let's negotiate."
Cynthia's voice was gentle, yet exacting. "I'm afraid we're beyond that, Sheila. This is the only way." She poised her weapon. "Surrender to it. Embrace its power. Consign yourself to the cleansing light."
Neither Linda, nor Paula, could save her. She was, essentially, at Cynthia's mercy. Dave's manhandling made her subjugation expedient. "No."
Dave pressed against her, enforcing her compliance. "Don't fight it, baby. It's no use."
Sheila squirmed in his clutches, unable to avert the compelling gem. She was no match for Dave. Her wrists clamped, she couldn't wrench free. Her back thudded against his brawny chest while Cynthia's delicate tone penetrated her will. Vastly aware of its estimable command, she feared for retainment of her soul.
"David is correct, Sheila. Face the repercussions of your villainous deeds. You enslaved hundreds of people, making them subservient so that you could steal their most precious objects. You did so without conscience or pity. It is time to atone for those felonious acts." The diamond pendant beckoned her. "Find its center so that you might recover your lost soul." Cynthia addressed her in censuring tones, clearly meaning business.
Sheila made a final effort to disengage from Dave's disabling vise and dodge the jewel before Cynthia's last message took root. Those silky words pierced her foundation, just as they had at the launch of her hypnotic career. Slowly, she drew her into its blinding radiance, her emerald eyes enlarging.
"Yes," Cynthia went on, "submit to it, Sheila.
Recognize that you are no longer worthy of mentoring others. They have revoked your license. Spiritually, you are my prisoner. Resistance is futile. Gracefully accept your fate."
Dave's binding grip did not lessen. He glared at Sheila, smug with satisfaction. Having had no compunctions of luring her into her seductive web and engineering his bondage, she received a taste of her own medicine. He saw her initiation as justice. "That's it, baby. Give it up. Do what she says."
Sheila's battle ended. She met the jewel's glow, transfixed by its showering colors, and went slack. Her energy had waned and defiance was no longer an issue. Cynthia's decree perforated her subconscious and became a sounding board of ideas.
Cynthia detected Sheila's genuine enthrallment. Her mesmerizing powers were irrefutably dependable. The luscious brunette yielded to her command and surrendered unconditionally to her mastery. "You may let go of her, David. She won't be going anywhere."
He was dubious. "Are you sure she won't try to fly out of here, that she hasn't tricked us?"
"Perfectly sure."
He dropped her wrists. Sheila leaned against him, utterly still. Not a muscle moved. Her eyes didn't blink and her breathing, which had grown rough during the heat of her struggles, lengthened to reflect total relaxation. She went from a tussling vixen to a submissive woman.
Cynthia gazed steadily at Sheila. "You have returned to me. Your will now belongs to me, and bears my imprint. In the next several weeks, I will reprogram you so that your everyday passing thoughts are in synch with mine."
Sheila neither voiced nor displayed her objection.
"For the time being, I will confiscate your pendant until you've earned the right to wear it. You must prove your merit and pledge eternal opposition to crime." She motioned to Dave to remove the gold chain. Sheila did not protest its withdrawal. "Have you understood everything thus far, Sheila?"
Sheila signified her acceptance with a mechanical nod.
Dave, immune to Cynthia's beguiling words, studied Sheila. In her trance, stripped of authority, his anger melted and arousal began. The fire had gone from those emerald spheres-a blaze that licked at his groin and usually spurred a big hard-on. He couldn't sustain his resentment, not when they had her completely helpless. Her friends couldn't spare her from the plan Cynthia had meticulously out-lined.
"I will awaken you, Sheila, and from there, you will serve under a new regime. Evil and the lure of ill-begotten wealth has lost its attraction.
Your reconditioning will include sincere acts and demonstrations of good will."
Sheila's immersion with the pendant went unbroken. Her green eyes sought its nurturing glow.
Dave watched as Cynthia dropped her head and let out her tongue. Sheila's splayed thighs surrounded her face. Cynthia dipped beneath Sheila's skirt, pulled back the front panel of her panties, then tenderly licked the pink groove framed by brown curls.
Sheila, in turn, blinked. Her throat muscles functioned, as though preparing to speak. Instead, she elicited a tiny moan and stirred against him. Seductively swaying, she provoked a tickle in his loins.
Cynthia rose and smiled. "You're back, Sheila, and in my care."
Dave recalled Cynthia mentioning the effects of inducing a subject. Led back to the conscious world, that person thirsted for erotic interaction. After tampering with one's subconscious, the craving for flesh became positively severe. "Upon awakening, the urge for sex is compulsively sharpened. The lubrication of those commands fortifies one's sex drive. The master traditionally services the slave, chooses a substitute or does both."
Sheila's heightened breathing, coupled with her glazed look, prompted the surge of blood in his cock. He couldn't refute the impulse to harden. His petulance thawed. Witnessing her shivering restlessness made him horny.
"Ohhhh," Sheila murmured, pressing against him. Gradually, she smoothed a hand up his leg and palmed his goods. He did not avert her feathery touch. Her swirling fingers brought him to a fierce throb. Through the material of his pants, she traced the shape of his equipment.
"We discussed this anticipated reaction," Cynthia said. "Her appetite has been recharged. It's appropriate for us to relieve her frustration."
Dave groaned as Sheila thumbed his boner. Earlier that evening, her treachery had rankled him. The hostility that had ravaged him converted into pounding energy. He couldn't deny wanting her-not when his dick conspicuously bulged. "I'm not about to argue that."
Cynthia slid down on the seat, brushing her nipples to the upholstery. Observing Sheila made her lust surface, too. The taste of her pussy remained on her tongue. She moistened her lips with her sinuous tip, then stuck it back into Sheila's juicy center.
Sheila quivered as Cynthia delved into her sugary crack. Her lips receded from clenched teeth and her green eyes misted. "Yes," she huskily said. "Lick me."
Cynthia secured the diaphanous panel of Sheila's underwear, then expertly gleaned her female flavor. Saccharine drops sprinkled her tongue as she probed that soft, damp space. "Mmmmm," she whispered, unable to suppress her joy. Sheila's pussy was delightfully sweet. She fully indulged herself, sweeping over the pink sponginess and that fleshy dot. Her clit especially tasted good and summoned an emphatic gasp.
"More," Sheila pleaded. "More."
Dave gritted his teeth while Sheila played with his cock. He pulsated, fully engorged. The tiny shocks she fed him penetrated the coarse fabric. Unable to hold that weakness at bay or cope with her agonizing touch, he popped his top button and unzipped his fly. Sheila daintily traced the stout protrusion trapped behind his cotton briefs. He dragged fresh air into his lungs as she caught the elastic band with her nail, then eased it below the bulbous head. His dick was at the verge of bursting, his balls churning with cum. His tip issued a pearly drop.
"Jesus," he muttered, shuddering then bracing himself for a second wave of disarming fervor. She whisked over his bloated crown, leaving a bubbly layer. He beat strongly at her serpentine caress. He expeditiously filed her deception in the back of his mind. It could not coexist in the forefront when she sensuously licked his cock. He suspended his grudge in favor of enjoying her oral privileges. "Yeah, baby. Make it wet. Warm me with your tongue."
She did precisely that, and more. She wetted him in the most seductive fashion, running up and down the sides of his shaft, then lightly skimming his balls. Her saliva, rinsing his eight-inch cock, dribbled to the wide stem.
"Christ, yes," he gasped.
His Adam's apple twitched as she methodically coated him. Her crisp foam aggravated his savage pulsations.
Meanwhile, Cynthia ate her pussy. She took generous servings of her scrumptious flesh, gulping the nectar that oozed from her core. Back and forth wound her tip, sinking into her hot squish. Though trembling, Sheila held her trim thighs apart for Cynthia's application. Her juices trickled and were dispatched with savor. She dabbed the glistening patch, attempting to sponge its never-ending flow. Within seconds of blotting all the peach-tinged drops, however, Sheila reproduced them.
Cynthia saw Sheila's lips envelope Dave's cockhead, then descend. She hungrily took him, her cheeks bulging with meat. Dave's chin jerked high and his features contorted as she systematically gobbled him. At Cynthia's next several laps, Dave's thick member muffled Sheila's sobs. Soft, sucking sounds reverberated in their vehicle. Cynthia satisfactorily noted how Sheila intensified her efforts when attacked by her loving tongue.
Giving head to a subject after a session afforded a unique high. That it was Sheila who received those lingering slurps sweetened Cynthia's victory.
Cynthia loudly gulped Sheila's cunt juices. She relished its female richness, dunking into that sodden gap. That mushy pulp yielded to her aggressive tip. She fastened herself to her mound, her lips inching over the brown wisps, and thirstily drew. No matter how much she extracted, Cynthia remained parched.
Dave groaned from Sheila's enthusiastic pull. She sucked his dick to pronounced rigidity. A hot draft circulated pure hardness. The veins of his shaft were vividly displayed. He followed her fluent movement through heavy slits. The gratifying friction of those clasped lips notably shortened his stamina. He envisioned exploding within her cheeks, then pouring creamy lava down her throat.
Cynthia lifted her head from Sheila's brown nest, her mouth sticky from her leakage. "I think it best if you fucked her, David. She plainly needs it."
Dave was in complete agreement. Sliding into that tight pussy would bring a steeper reward.
Naturally, Sheila breathlessly acquiesced.
Dave reclined on the seat. Cynthia withdrew his pants from smooth, muscular legs. Dave's firm, sinew-prevalent flesh aroused her. Sheila's shedding of her blouse and skirt required effort, given the available room. Her distracted look wavered when Cynthia flicked her exposed nipples and tasted the remnants of cum. Cynthia suspected Sheila had recently fucked a man who had showered her nipples with hot jism. She presumed the lucky man had been Jack Tremain, the blond giant who had once kidnapped her accomplices, then conned them into some pilfering. Cynthia licked those nubs clean, gratified by the thought that the night of their long-sought reunion culminated in another vanishing act.
Sheila's days of drafting new slaves were done. Cynthia intended to oversee her reformation.
Dave's heart thudded in his chest as Sheila climbed onto his lap. He had fostered no illusions of ever fucking her again-not after Cynthia's stunning revelation. The sight of her naked beauty, however, deflated that argument. Now that Cynthia had mentally defeated her and scrubbed her memory banks, he saw no reason to deprive himself of that deliriously tight fit.
He held his stiff cock upright while Sheila took aim. His plump knob opened those freshly lapped cunt lips. His teeth closed, then ground, as she inched downward. The sweet pressure that followed caused them to moan in concert.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he muttered, welcoming that greasy crush, "get the whole thing in there."
Sheila whimpered as he burrowed her into wet snatch. Soft, juicy flesh cushioned him. He viewed white teeth and heard her sharp intake during the impalement.
Warm air streamed at his balls while that pussy consumed him. Cynthia's hurried exhalations brought tremors. She closely watched the moist attachment.
"Yes," Sheila wept, "you feel so good in me."
Dave could scarcely nod. His vision fogged and his throat muscles ached from that marvelous constriction. He throbbed in her sluiced coil, primed for some serious pumping.
"Fuck her, David," Cynthia implored, massaging Sheila's bare shoulders. She breathed heavily down her silky front, over the alert nipples. "Stroke her pussy."
Dave involuntarily closed his eyes. The pleasure of that hugging pulp overwhelmed him. He sank every bit he had into that hot, devouring snatch. His balls strained at the oncoming folds, making a sound connection.
In the midst of that fulfilling clinch, Cynthia affectionately swept over his pouch and up his protruding wedge. A sweet tickle raced up the thick vein of his underside. Between the smothering grasp of Sheila's pussy and Cynthia's eager tip, Dave was in heaven.
The rear compartment of the sedan smelled of cunt, the musky scent permeating the air. They enjoyed the sensation of speed while roaring down the two-lane blacktop, and the thrill of spontaneous sex.
Cynthia studied Sheila's absorption of Dave. Her pussy opened wide and swallowed the entire cock. Dave was large and filling. Judging from Sheila's rounded lips and glassy pupils, ecstasy was hers, too.
She sluggishly licked Sheila from behind, including the mouthful of cock her pussy took. Everything-her pink band, the rock-hard shaft, that taut sac-received her foamy kisses, Dave groaned from the descent of her crushing hole. Her walls feverishly pressed him, their doughiness rhythmically milking him. The compounding factor was Cynthia's ready tongue, slurping him into oblivion. He doubted he could weather that storm with his wits intact. The bumps in the road, causing them to bounce on the seat, added an amusing spin.
Sheila busily humped him, her soaked lips squeaking over his cock. Her tiny whimpers when fully plunging to his base heightened his throb. He doubted he could last much longer. That wrenching pussy taxed his staying power as never before. Compounding his effort was Cynthia's silky whips, moistening his balls and stem. He flinched at the barrage of exploding bubbles.
"Christ," he muttered, "she's going to make me cum."
"Why should that be a problem?" Cynthia asked.
The blank departure of those emerald eyes propelled him. He slumped in the seat, offering her a better mount. The backs of those velvety thighs moved against his athletic legs. He captured her bucking ass and tried taming it. His attempt wasn't totally sincere. He didn't want the greasy friction she afforded to end. When that brown muff came down on him and did its fierce squeeze, he couldn't counter the pull. His Adam's apple quivered as she ferociously seized him.
"Yes," he groaned, overjoyed. "Yes."
Cynthia licked him faster, adjusting to his panting. Her saliva coated his balls.
Sheila spasmed in his heated grasp. Her convulsive breathing and frantic gyrations culminated in a screaming orgasm. Her fingers sank into his shoulders during her riddling bout. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Dave stared at those pointed nipples, dabbed with sweat, during her violent contraction, then peered into her sightless eyes. Never had she seemed more desirable than at that moment.
He quelled the urge to cum, his prowess reinstated. Somehow, he had found the inner resources to combat that intoxicating weakness and prepared for another round.
Sheila moaned as he gently lifted her from his cock and guided her onto her back. Cynthia sprang from her perch and comforted Sheila during the transition. The two women kissed while he repositioned himself. Their lips met with passionate fury, flashing tongues in their wake.
He yearned to be the driver. Slamming into her, for him, was vastly preferable. He knelt on the floor, clasped those trim legs and piloted himself into her slick groove. At his steady push, his cockhead and all the rest disappeared.
Sheila arched her back upon receiving him. Fastening his hands to her waist, he pulled her flush to his groin. Her pussy noisily consumed him, eliciting wet sounds. Dave carefully inserted himself, alert to the possibility of instantly shooting. He wanted to savor that entrance.
Cynthia watched him go into Sheila. His brown pubes meshed with hers, then her soaked pussy gave its juicy kiss. He slowly burrowed her, plainly to imagine the suction, then fucked her with increased excitement. Their groins collided as though trying to break free. His ball-smacking thrusts echoed.
"Yes," Cynthia enthused, "do it. Fuck her."
Dave surrendered to the slippery glove that enclosed his stiff cock. He charged into Sheila, conscious of the flames licking his loins. Cynthia, nestled behind Sheila, absorbed the impact of his feverish momentum. Caressing her damp nipples, she ran her fingertips to her navel. Seeing that intimate exchange further stimulated him.
Sheila writhed upon the seat, fucking back. Her pussy hungrily attacked him, pinching his strained skin. The cum stewed in his balls, as though in a pressure cooker.
"Give it to her," Cynthia exclaimed. "Yes. That's how she wants it."
Dave could feel himself starting to leak, yet maintained his rapid pace. As the sensation took hold, he could feel Sheila's response. Her tremors originated from her womb, building in strength until reaching critical mass. She tightened, fixed upon draining him of everything he had.
"Oh, God," Sheila whimpered, reacting to his shafting. "Ohhhh."
Dave gasped at her orgasmic squeeze and resulting shake. Despite the dim light, he distinguished her faraway look and emerging bliss.
Hotly she moved, as though containing him exhausted her.
Groaning, he prepared to shoot his load.
Suddenly, Cynthia yanked him from her pussy. His dick was sticky in her grasp, pulsating wildly. Sheila's juices formed a glistening layer.
"Arghh," he growled. "Arghh."
Hot cum splashed over her knuckles as she jerked him. Jism furiously jetted, collecting on Sheila's tremulous stomach and tits. Perspiration soaked her luscious body.
Cynthia, hardly wasteful, dipped into the pools of cum with her tongue. Dave's creamy expulsion made her purr. She licked that satiny skin, enjoying Sheila's shudder.
Dave, wiping sweat from his brow, stroked his still-excited cock and let the leftover drops of cum fall on Sheila. He worked them up his hard thing, pressing his thumb to the bottom vein. Leaking on her provided immense satisfaction.
"Jesus Christ," he remarked, "did that thing make her horny! I've never seen her like that."
Cynthia smiled. "It always does-without fail."
Sheila never complained, but quietly allowed him to do as he wished, pausing occasionally to moan.
"What next?" Dave asked, regaining his senses.
"Yes," Cynthia said, smacking her lips. "Let's discuss what we have in store for our guest."
The sedan hurtled into the night, streaking to its destination.