Chapter 8
Sal Giambalvo slammed into the gorgeous redhead he'd recently cast as a series extra. He let out a low-pitched moan, jamming himself to the hilt. His stiff cock inched into her warm, slimy cunthole before she clenched him. He hugged her soft, naked body to his sweaty frame. Her tits cushioned his heavy chest, her nipples piercing him.
"Yeah, baby," she murmured, draping her legs over his shoulders. "Ohhhh. I'm getting there."
She shoved her snatch at him until his balls trembled. He fucked her hard, making her weep. Her pussy ate all the cock he shoved into its mouth. Wet cunt swallowed him, the feeling stupendous. Every vessel of his being hummed with satisfaction.
The phone suddenly blared.
Sal ignored it. There was no way he'd pull out, not when getting his pipes cleaned. He ground into the redhead, letting her feel his appreciation. The slick sounds of dick rubbing snatch were drowned out by the drone.
The instrument incessantly rang. The caller apparently knew he was home, and insisted upon talking to him.
Fat chance, the feisty Italian thought, giving it to the chick with jackhammer consistency. He operated by a set of rules in which interruptions were disallowed. Nobody stood in his way when he was getting his rocks off.
"God damn it!" the redhead snarled. "Pick up the fucking phone before I toss it out the window!"
"Whoever it is ought to get a clue. There's only one thing that matters right now," he muttered, pile-driving her mound. His balls pummeled her inner thigh. He pounded into that heavenly mush several times before her slippery fist came alive. "That's it, baby. Work my cock."
The phone wouldn't stop. Eventually, Sal's patience ran out. Growling, he snatched up the receiver and prepared to punch someone's lights out. Still connected to the redhead, he reduced his tempo so he could screw and chat.
"All right, smart-ass, what the fuck is so important that it can't wait-"
"I need you, Sal," Linda Webster harshly said. "Now."
Sal instantly froze, his eyes dilated.
The redhead began to panic, his cock stuck deep inside her. She squirmed about, puzzled as to his dulled look. "Oh, shit. What's up? Don't get nutty on me. Are you sick or something?"
Sal stared blankly into space, his eyes glassy.
Pinned under him, Annie Larsen couldn't exactly slip away. He was a good fifty pounds greater in weight, mostly muscle. Encumbered, she had to choice but to try reviving him. Sal was a young man, definitely not of heart attack age. His changed demeanor frightened her.
Before fully digesting the situation, the door to Sal's apartment opened. A slim, luscious brunette and a towering blond man entered. Annie had seen neither before and worried that they were burglars. Complicating circumstances was her complete nakedness.
"Listen, I don't want to get hurt," she sputtered, cowering from them. "My purse is over there on the floor. Take what you want. I don't have much: a few bucks, a couple credit cards."
Linda paid no heed to her. She focused solely on Sal. "Get over here, Sal." like a robot, he rose on his haunches and marched over to the bossy brunette. Annie couldn't understand why he permitted her to order him around, yet she wasn't about to launch an argument. The blond guy with her looked capable of squashing her.
Linda whipped out a photograph and showed it to Sal. "Let's stop screwing around here and get down to business. You admitted to seeing this woman at Marc Wallace's party. Strangely, none of her attending guests remember her. Are you certain you recognize her?"
Sal examined the picture of Sheila, then nodded. "She was there."
Annie couldn't believe her ears. Sal, a domineering male, did as he was told. She'd seen him finagle her into Gothic Bay and a few pool scenes in a feature film. Sal carried weight with the brass, never striking her as an informant. His abrupt resignation shocked her.
"Then I need to pick your brain. Whom did she talk with?" Linda pushed. "I want names."
Sal required only a moment for his memory to function. "She mostly stayed with Keith Corcoran, Meridian's head honcho."
Linda's eyes narrowed. "How can I privately meet with him?"
"Leave that to me."
Annie couldn't maintain her cool. Everything sounded much too dangerous. "What have you done to him? Why is he like that?"
Linda turned to Jack Tremain. "Shut her up."
Nodding, the blond giant started toward her.
Annie paled. "Oh, no. Keep him away from me.
Jack, under Linda's spell, caught her wrist and tossed her back onto the bed. He blocked her path, preventing escape. She shuddered, crawling as far away from him as possible.
Having dealt with that situation, Linda returned to Sal. "During the evening, did you get a gut reaction to Keith Corcoran's relationship to the woman in the photograph?"
"Not in the least."
Linda sighed. The maze to her half-sister was endless, yet she felt an end was within sight. "You will make that introduction. I must meet with Keith Corcoran as soon as possible. We've wasted enough time interrogating the others." She considered all the enslavements that took place. Paula and she had bewitched half of Meridian, only to return to Sal Giambalvo.
Sal agreed to her decision. He hung onto her every word, never blinking nor nodding unless posed a question. Having his cooperation and feeling the situation in hand, Linda relaxed and viewed him as a man with whom she had a very satisfying session. She recalled his fucking her against the wall, then spinning her around and giving it to her, doggie-style. Both positions yielded enormous pleasure. Awakening him from his initial trance required her to fit her pussy in his mouth. A nudge of her juicy cunt lips brought him out of it.
Sal awaited further instructions. Had she asked him to fall to his knees, he would have done exactly that.
Annie was not as easily placated. She conspicuously shivered while Linda laid down the law. Linda regarded the frightened redhead with a prudent eye. Leaving Sal's apartment without addressing her frazzled state-and knowledge of the episode-could result in future problems.
Stroking her diamond pendant, she contemplated sweeping the dust under the carpet.
Linda brushed Jack aside. "Time for a little talk."
Jack, obedient of anything Linda spouted, promptly stepped back.
Linda sat beside the shivering young woman. She was presumably twenty-one or so. "I apologize for yelling, but it was more expedient that way. Please, relax." She displayed her antique piece at an angle. "Have I shown this to you? It's a very old, rare heirloom and warrants a closer look."
Jack watched as Linda drew Annie into her universe, making her a slave. Her terror faded. The muscles in her spare, naked body drooped. Linda demanded that the incident be erased from her mind. At their departure, she would go forward with a clean slate. To an extent, he judged Linda a dominatrix, yet she never dispensed pain and always rewarded obedience with pleasure.
He particularly liked when Linda finished by bending her head and licking Annie's pussy. One slurp efficiently restored her personality., .and sparked a sexual free-for-all.
Annie, awakening from her trance, needed badly to be fucked. She clutched her bothersome mound, the juice trickling between her fingers. When Linda and Jack removed their clothes, she nearly jumped out of her skin. The slight of undraped flesh had her salivating. A new servant brought onboard by Linda, she was dying to get her hands on them.
Sal, stroking his cock, itched for some pussy and yearned for its spongy enclosure. His dick slid through her fist, throbbing to a quick.
Linda, aware of Annie's interest, sat on Jack's lap. She glanced over her shoulder while he fondled her. His large hand spanned the twin cheeks of her butt. An excited sob rose from the pit of her throat as he manipulated those shifting buns. She beckoned her with black pupils.
Annie's pulse jumped as they embraced. Jack pressed up against her thigh. Linda brushed her while straddling him. The two, eager bodies periodically bumped her as they scrambled for position.
Sal, suddenly behind her, ran his big thing up and down her crack. The knob of his swollen shaft grazed her cunt lips and wrinkled anus. "Come on, baby. Let's do it."
Annie shivered from his cock's caress.
"Yeah."
Taking it by the stem, he guided his plump bulb between those pink lips. Annie moaned as he drove into her moist center. Her fingers stretched over her red nest, shaking, as Sal gradually filled her snatch. She could feel him charging up her middle.
"Christ," he muttered, clenching his teeth. The pinch of pussy was exactly what he craved.
Jack released Linda's breasts from imprisonment. While getting pumped, Annie savored those lush, pink nipples. They cried for Jack's gentle fingertips. He traced their perfect shape, then brought them to his mouth. Within seconds, Linda arched her back.
"Yes, Jack. Suck it," she moaned. "Suck my tit."
Jack did so with relish. Clamping her squirming ass, he applied his dizzying pucker. Annie saw his tip darting fancifully around the distended nub before dealing its splintering whips.
Sal, smashed in her pussy, gave her meat to latch onto. His balls pelted her as he cupped her mound and dragged her back, fighting to stay submerged. Annie's pupils curved high as he dug into her.
"Oh, wow," she gasped, then bent over to fully receive all he had. Her nipples dangled, only to be palmed by Sal. Those stiff nuggets jutted through his fingers. She pushed back until his balls ballooned against her quivering cheeks. "Yeah, go deep."
Groaning, Sal did that. He fucked that tight, pink ring, swinging everything he had into it.
Linda pressed her tit to Jack's mouth and implored him to draw from her nipple. She twisted in his arms, aroused by his swirl. He carefully licked that nub, glazing it with bubbly spit.
After a moment, Jack carefully guided Linda onto her spine. His mouth dropped between those long, silky legs. His heavy thumbs pinned back the juicy flaps. Linda purred as he separated her pink flesh. Jack, with tongue extended, buried his face.
"Ohhhh," Linda whimpered, twisting beneath his piercing swirl. "Lick me deep."
Breathlessly, Annie watched Jack gobbling Linda. His mouth covered her snatch, sucking loudly at its moist pulp. Eagerly, he stabbed into those wet folds and penetrated their soft layers. Linda lifted herself to that tip, then whimpered as it impaled her cunt. He visibly enjoyed tongue-fucking her.
Sal watched behind Annie, channeling his excitement into his burrowing thrusts. That wet pussy snuggled his throbbing cock just right. He glanced down throughout their coupling, just to watch her receive him. Seeing his dick slide into her snatch, then experiencing the moist pinch, refueled his desire.
Annie's glazed eyes intrigued Linda. She looked meaningfully at her slave. Her lips widened and a prolonged gasp emerged, punctuated by a flash of tongue. Linda surveyed Annie's body, from her jutting breasts to her lean hips and slim legs. Her chin went up when Jack loudly slurped her. When her black eyes reopened, they were misty.
"Mmmmm," Jack mumbled, pressing his mouth tightly to Linda's snatch. He drank feverishly from her cunt, prompting her hips to thrash and her buttocks to smack the cushions. Linda's juices trickled into his mouth.
Annie, magnetized to Linda, pulled away from Sal. His nectar-sticky cockhead popped out, his dick waving in the air. He gritted his teeth upon leaving her cunt. Grabbing his dick, he jerked it through his fist. The tip turned purplish-red as he pumped it.
Annie, oblivious to Sal's anguish, climbed over Linda's face. Securing her juicy lips with her fingers, she sat on the brunette's mouth. Linda, primed for the spicy treat Annie offered, sank her tongue into that nectar-rich crevice.
"Eat me," she begged, molding herself to Linda's luscious lips. "Suck my pussy."
Linda shivered as that snatch covered her mouth. That succulent fragrance, framed in red curls, widened for her fluttering tip. She took her at high speed, running up and down those quaking walls.
Annie moaned as she cut through her hot squish. "Yes, tongue me." She rotated her hips to receive full benefit of her gifted tip.
Jack observed the rippling pussy perched on Linda's face. She swept over the gleaming pink flesh, collecting its drippage. His hunger for Linda's honey supply increased. He lingered over her tasty snatch, deriving satisfaction from its spice.
Sal didn't want to jerk off, given the available pussy. Seeing Annie sitting on Linda's tongue, he realized he couldn't stick his cock into it. Her butt hole, however, was vacant. Positioning himself behind Annie, slick from her cunt juices, he eased himself into those compact buns.
Annie's teeth came together and her eyes closed as Sal plowed her into ass. She did not protest his entrance. Shivering on Linda's tongue, she absorbed his butt-filling cock.
"Ohhhh."
Sal gasped as that tight anus yielded to his urgent push and slowly gulped him. "Yeah, latch onto me so I can fuck you."
Annie moaned, riding Linda's face. Sal stuffed meat into her quivering ass, inducing her to moan. Linda licked her faster, dissolving any discernible ache. Annie responded to her expert whips. "Stick your tongue in me. Lick that clit. Oh, yeah. Taste my honey. Lap it up, gulp it down." She pressed down on her mouth, then shifted seductively over her cheeks and chin. Her gyrations afforded Linda a wider area of concentration and Sal a greater challenge. He had to gain control of her writhing cheeks to pierce them.
Linda probed her tangy depths, then returned for a shivering pass of her throbbing clit. She whipped Annie into a frenzy. Engaging that pebble, she lapped it until Annie became hoarse. When her slave nearly flew off her face, Linda clutched her ass and pulled her back for more. Annie's seepage was candy-flavored. She couldn't down it fast enough.
Annie heard Linda's gulps beside Jack's. The scent of pussy juice pinched her nostrils. She alternated from watching Jack's luxuriant dabs to Linda's imagine pirouettes. Both were visual treats.
Sal sawed into her ass, taking his pleasure. She stayed there, allowing him to drill her anus. His balls swung at her, bumping her cheeks while packing her rectum with cock. That solid, thriving mass pried open her backside.
Jack grooved on the smell of female excitement. He ate voraciously of Linda's pussy. She pressed herself against his mouth, wrenching every bit of the sensation he produced. Her muffled sobs turned him on. He attacked her love button without an intermission. Linda's orgasm was a carefully structured event that culminated from each meticulous slurp. He wanted her to cum while Annie's pussy muffled her. The prospect of Linda bringing Annie to climax fascinated him.
Linda writhed behind Jack's electrifying darts. He stunned her with his continual flicks. There was simply no escape from them, no matter how feverishly she moved. Naturally, Linda wasn't about to desert him. She wanted him to finish-just as she wanted to bring Annie's joy to a satisfying conclusion. Annie was so appetizing, Linda couldn't receive her fill. Her cunt juices were tinged with sugar. Linda downed all Annie could afford to give. She squeezed her pussy with her lips and milked it of its palatable fluid. Drops of that sweet juice dissolved on her tongue.
Sal's dick plunged into Annie's ass. His arms bound her, pulling her to his sweaty chest while he encased himself in her dark squish. Gritting his teeth, he exhaled sharply. Fitting himself in that cramped space took its toll on him.
Annie reached her limit. Her loins steamed from the relentless heat. "I'm going to cum," she moaned, jerking her hips. She flattened herself over that hotly provoking tip. "Oh, God.
Ohhhh."
Jack sent Linda into a similar orbit. She spasmed beneath his oral ministrations. Her thighs locked about his head during her furious shudder. "Yeah," she sighed, with Annie's juices flowing in her mouth. "Ohhhh."
Sal lifted Annie from Linda's face. He continued fucking her delightful ass while Jack mounted Linda. His enormous hard-on ached for that gushing cunt. Smoothly, it slid into her wet trench.
"Oh, yeah," Linda gasped as he stuffed her pussy. After getting eaten, feeling a man between the lips of her pussy was always enjoyable. She pushed herself toward it, completing their connection. "Shove it into me, baby. Let me cover it up with my warm snatch." She loved having his hard dick inside her. Her teeth shut and her head sank into the cushions while she carefully wrapped her legs around his waist. Jack balanced himself on his elbows, observant of not crushing her with his weight. "Do it. Make it good."
Sal drove far into Annie's butt, unencumbered by Linda's darting tongue. He bounced off those sumptuous cheeks, then slammed into them for more. His balls struck them with equal fury. Gripping her by the waist, he held her in place so he could feed her ass the meat.
"Don't stop," Linda moaned, getting it from Jack. "Oh, God." Her nails scratched his muscular buttocks, then caressed the vein-laden stem protruding from her gored cunt lips. She could feel its quick pulse. "Ohhhh."
Her plea matched the thirst in his loins. He rammed between those spread thighs, letting her drenched cunt engulf him. His cry of pleasure reverberated. Her hot squish made way for his lumbering shaft. He sliced neatly into its sodden clasp. "Push your tight pussy to me. Stroke me with your juicy snatch."
Sal howled. "Jesus." She moaned as he discharged, sobbing at the convulsive twitch of his cock. The volume of jism he emptied into her smothering channel overwhelmed her. It leaked from her twisting anus, creamy goo escaping its pink band. The amount was more than she could contain.
"Ohhhh."
Sal backed out of her ass, his cock coated with cum and his face a contorted mask. He continued to shudder with orgasm.
Annie gravitated behind Jack. His cock, stretching Linda's snatch to capacity, was crammed to the hilt. His balls strained at its pink borders while he fought to push another fraction of himself into its succulent clutch. Their frenzied union stirred her. She clasped her orgasm-ravaged pussy and shivered. Even in the aftermath of Linda's sweet tonguing, she swallowed roughly and couldn't resume normal breathing.
"Fuck me," Linda sobbed, swinging her hips forward. Jack jammed himself into wet cunt. "Harder." His balls slapped her inner thighs. "Yes. Don't hold back. Oh, yeah. Fuck me hard."
Jack trembled when Annie vented her warm breath over his balls. Christ. He gritted his teeth while burying his cock into Linda. Before he reached bottom, Annie applied her moist tip. "Oh, God," he groaned from the sensation. The redhead drove him wild.
Linda gasped when Annie traced the expanded boundaries of cunt. Although Jack plugged her snatch with his thriving manhood, Annie made her presence known. Her tongue was infinitely softer than Jack's. Linda soared from its vigorous flutter.
"Don't remove your tongue," Linda pleaded. "It feels so good."
Annie licked them both, stimulating them to no end. What should have been a lazy fuck evolved into a frantic coupling. Soon, they slapped bellies with wild abandon. Annie drove them to an irreversible point, flicking away at their secured flesh.
Annie smacked her lips. Jack's sweat was cleaned from his balls while she had extracted Linda's zesty seepage. Showing them a verve in her slurps, she provoked them to orgasm.
"Jesus," Linda hissed between clenched teeth. Annie's oral inventiveness had enhanced Jack's thorough pumping. "I'm so close."
"You're making us cum," Jack gasped before going into his convulsion. "Ughhh."
Annie watched them rock as one. After moments of studying his feverish thrusts into that snug ring, she saw Jack's abundant discharge ooze. Annie extended her tongue to remove the overflow.
Linda gasped as she delicately lashed her. Annie proved her worthiness as an admirable slave. Perhaps one night, she would pay her another visit, alone, and enjoy her without all the male intervention.
Linda and Jack drove back to the apartment in silence. A full moon, an omen, shone through the murky skies. Clouds clotted the sky, barely permitting the stars to twinkle. The air carried a distinct chill, though neither of them were apt to admit it.
Linda felt no need for conversation. What occurred at Sal Giambalvo's apartment was essential to finding Sheila. She did not relish taking new prisoners, a definite drawback, unless circumstances warranted it.
Having taken Jack on that excursion was a novelty. She remembered, not so long ago, when Jack had Paula and her in his thrall. A stud, he used his erotic skills to gain control of their hypnotic powers.
Linda previously-detested him, but after turning the tables on him and inducting him, he was a much easier companion to accept. Under her diamond pendant, he continued to serve her. She took great relish in seeing to his enslavement.
Jack pulled in front of their building. She opened the door, telling him, "Put it in the garage, won't you? I'd rather not risk vandalism."
He nodded, then slowly drove to the comer and started down the dimlylit alley. A recent rain had left everything glistening. Water washed the tires of his car as he coasted down the narrow, foggy pathway.
Abruptly, a lone figure stepped out of the vapors rising through the grated sewers. His headlights revealed a slim blonde with a good body. She motioned for him to halt. He braked, wondering what she could possibly want.
She took the liberty of pulling open his passenger's door. Jack, amazed at her audacity, simply stared at her. Who was he to quibble with an attractive woman who calculated such a bold action?
"Mr. Tremain, I presume. At last, we meet."
"Who the hell are you?"
She clasped a diamond pendant that seemed to harness an unlimited source of light. Its profusion of colors at once dazzled him. "My name is Cynthia Rush. While that may at the moment seem irrelevant, all you need know is that I am about to set you free from someone's domination."
Jack's jaw dropped. The diamond's inescapable brightness screamed for his attention.