Chapter 4
"Where were you?" Sheila asked Linda when she walked through the door. Bags with various store labels were strewn on the table. "You missed some incredible sales. I spent a fortune on a new wardrobe."
Normally, Linda would have taken an interest in her shopping expedition. Instead, she nodded, then headed for her room. Sheila sensed something troubled her half-sister. Eye contact, for one, had been virtually eliminated.
"Are you okay?" Sheila asked.
"Sure. Too much sun, I suppose. I've a dreadful headache."
"Oh? You were on the sundeck? Any interesting prospects?"
Linda did not appear willing to expound. She offered Sheila a lukewarm shrug before retiring into her room. "None I thought worth shadowing."
Sheila grimaced. Linda's flippancy puzzled her. Generally conversant, her half-sister would have spouted a few possibilities-even those deemed a long shot.
She fought the impulse to question her in-depth. Linda was allowed her diverse moods. Perhaps her summation that she'd been sunbathing too long had merit. Sheila often felt dazed upon entering an air-conditioned atmosphere after subjecting herself to those broiling rays.
Sighing, she recommenced unloading her recent acquisitions from their respective bags.
Damn it! Linda silently screamed, making a fist after safely closing the door. Why had she stupidly fallen in Sam Andriola's trap? Poor Sheila-she couldn't even warn her. Sam took steps to ensure her silence. That bastard planted commands in her head she couldn't discard-they were sewn into her subconscious. He rendered her mute.
A growing realization that Sheila would slip into his clutches plagued Linda. What pestered her more than being unable to stop him was functioning as a conduit to his plan. Sam intended to reclaim Sheila in a despicable scheme. Though his final blueprint was unknown, she predicted disaster. Sam was cunning and ruthless-a brutal combination.
In shedding her thong bikini, that tingling bliss resurfaced. Ohhhhhh. Why did the fucking have to be exceptional? Sam's cock gave her inestimable pleasure. That frenzied hunger evolved from massaging her cerebellum. When subconsciously overpowered, a slave developed an insatiable appetite for his or her master. Whether Linda sanctioned her plight, she involuntarily longed for Sam. Besides controlling her mind, he had her sexually on a leash.
Even now, her body screamed for more of him.
Her hand dipped to her pussy. Ohhhhhh. She fingered her clit. That hard dick of his bore deeply into her cunt, awakening every thirsting cell. Men of his size ordinarily didn't sway her. When he put that thing in her, however, she achieved such immeasurable happiness that nothing else would ever do.
His cum oozed from her snatch. She should have consigned herself to a bubble bath, in which her lazing would gradually remove all evidence of their illicit encounter. Linda, however, elected to preserve that reminder seeping from her cunthole. Washing him away would have erased some of that delicious effervescence.
Back and forth she rubbed that aroused button. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She conjured an image of him-his Italianate features mired with sweat, his dark eyes boring into hers. She recalled that sumptuous pressure in her midsection when he was fully submerged. His cock filled her to capacity. She sobbed from his exertions in burrowing himself to the root. His thick member kept her cunt lips separated, essentially splitting her in half. His length amplified her thrill. The reach of his dick precipitated her most anguished gasps. He penetrated to her very core, imploring her to scale uncharted heights. The sounds of wet friction distantly echoed. For a while, all she could hear was her juicy snatch rubbing him. His voracious thrusts curled her toes. He brought her to a dizzying climax.
God. That monstrous cock made her sore. A dull ache remained.
Linda jiggled faster. Ohhhhhh. Although his treachery infuriated her, she couldn't disclaim her secret yearning.
His residual jism dripped from her snatch. She smeared it over her swollen bud. Although not as creamy, it nonetheless retained its tingling properties. She thought of him erupting in her hot, quivering flesh. His well-made countenance turned animal at the point of discharge. She recounted a helpless feeling of having to receive that dense infusion. His cock twitched madly within her flesh as he emitted that rich fluid. Her pussy hungrily sucked it from his traumatized cock. His guttural cries informed her of his intense satisfaction.
Whatever his degree of bliss, Linda's was superior. She floated on air. Her loathing of the man was an isolated affair. Even after disconnecting himself and gloating over his apparent victory, he couldn't dispel the luscious afterglow. She might have snarled at him, but the fervor lingered. The satisfaction he provided could not be disputed. She dug her heels into the mattress as her pleasure intensified. Ohhhhhh. Her digit became moist from its furious activity. Splendor trickled from her pussy. Linda could not stop. She put a kink in her toes while flicking that pink button. Ohhhhhh. Orgasm was within achievement.
"That's it, bitch," Sam had said when connecting to her. "Give me a target. Ahhhhhh. Keep those legs open." He stuffed himself inside her moist crack. "See how starved you are for dick. Your pussy just grabs it. Yeah. Here comes some more. Yeah. Take it. Fuck my big cock. Ahhhhhhhh. Let me cram it into you."
His face had become a derisive mask. He resembled the devil's disciple while feeding her cock. He slammed into her, harder and harder, merely to hasten her climax. He stroked her pussy so intensely, uncaring. Linda was anesthetized to it. She experienced only rapture. His brand of rough sex hastened a sapping orgasm.
Her circuits reached overload status. Linda went slack. Her entire body sighed with relief. Her nipples ached from that wracking strain. She curled into a ball, then began to weep.
Why had Sam done this to her?
Sheila dove into the swimming pool in one of her sexiest belongings: a French-cut bikini. The need for some quick refreshment after subjecting herself to the blistering summer heat won out. Her original plan had been to stroll the sundeck, otherwise labeled the "Meat Market." Linda's impassive comments regarding that arena had scotched her desire to roam it.
She was delighted to have the place to herself. Crowds weren't always her idea of a good time. Sheila tired of the thronged arenas where salivating men awaited her steamy glances. The party scene was fine, but she occasionally craved quieter surroundings.
A stimulating face flashed before her. Paula Meyer's company would have been a pleasure. She sincerely enjoyed the younger woman and her wonderfully curious nature. The consummation of their erotic imaginations at the fitness center made for a sizzling interlude.
Sheila wanted Paula to pay her another visit. If Paula could swing it, Sheila wanted her to spend the night. It would be fun waking in the dark after a draining session and groping anew for that sweet body. The thought of all that youthful vigor thrashing against her got Sheila horny.
Rarely did another woman provoke that magnitude of lust. Sheila was primarily heterosexual, but periodically fancied a binge with someone of her gender. Particular conditions had to be met before she even considered that indulgence. Paula apparently possessed those fleeting elements, or she wouldn't have initiated the encounter.
While reminiscing over Paula, Sheila gradually realized she was no longer alone. A rugged man in his early forties stood at the edge of the pool, regarding her appreciatively. Tall, dark blond with gray sideburns, and a salt-and-pepper mustache, he looked enticing. After closer scrutiny, she identified him as Larry Scott, the owner of a computer consultant company. According to her research, he was worth millions.
Sheila and Linda had astutely taken steps when moving into the building of tapping into its computer system and retrieving personal profiles of every resident. Detailed records were furnished them at will. Linda, a computer expert, with encryption, managed to penetrate the password security of its invaluable database. Photographs were attached to each file, along with occupation, approximate income and other pertinent facts.
"Good afternoon," Larry greeted her. "I'm surprised you're not laying out in the sun."
Sheila swam over to him. Larry was a very appealing man. As it happened, he was scheduled for a future date. Choreographing a rendezvous had been on the blackboard in draft form. Seeing him in the flesh, she decided to move their assignation to the top of her list.
"I didn't feel like mingling with that crowd," she said. "Besides, I relish my privacy."
"A pretty girl like you?" He laughed. "I would think you'd want those young pups drooling."
"On the contrary. I prefer attractive, older men-such as yourself, Mr. Scott."
He seemed delighted to have been recognized. "You have me at a disadvantage."
"I'm Sheila Davenport." Her tits purposely jutted above the waves. Water poured from those bulging globes. "I've seen you dozens of times in passing."
"Come to think of it," he said, unable to ignore her mouth-watering bosom, "you have caught my attention-for obvious reasons."
"I'm glad." His trim build aroused her. Larry played an even complement of golf and tennis, with perhaps a little swimming thrown in for good measure. His heavy matting was tinged with silver. The sun had bleached the hair on his arms and legs. The wedding band on his finger mattered preciously little to her. A man of his virile bearing surely played the field-particularly in the consulting profession. If her memory served her correctly, he was legally separated from his wife. She tilted her head. "Please, join me."
"Getting wet wasn't on my agenda," he confessed. "Honestly, I planned on taking a walk to the sundeck."
"Wouldn't you rather be here with me?" she purred.
Her curvaceous figure was more than he could resist. The scant material barely covered her areolae. The cleavage she showed gave him a testosterone rush. That sexy lilt carried the ring of authority. Mmmmmm. Attracted to dominant women, he loved the challenge of setting them straight. "I suppose the exercise would do me good."
Yes, she thought darkly. He would get plenty of that.
Larry attempted to impress her with a clean vault. He smoothly cut through the surface. Sheila enacted the role of coquettish female, hurtling to the opposite side. Larry gave a mad chase, striving to overtake her. He was quick, but lacked Sheila's agility.
Sheila's canvas bag awaited her on the ledge; in it was her prized weapon.
Larry hid his disappointment in Sheila's Olympic sprint across the water. He should have known he was no match for someone twelve years his junior. She stopped at the wall and made no effort to dash to the other end. He assumed they were doing laps, not pausing to rest.
"What's your line of work, Sheila?" he asked, closing in on her.
"I'm a model," she said, wielding a ravishing smile.
"Oh?" He envisioned her before a camera, striking poses. She seemed extremely photogenic. "Magazines, newspapers, posters, that sort of thing?"
She wrinkled her nose. "I'd rather not say."
He grinned. "You aren't ashamed?" She was a foot away. As he drifted to her, he noticed the white bottom of her bikini missing. Sheila bared her pussy to him. Her brown pubes floated through the chlorine water. Larry swallowed harshly.
Wordlessly, Sheila clasped his hand and brought it to her feathery mound. Weaving his fingers through the buoyant wisps, she studied his obvious amazement. Larry's tension from exploring that silky plumage was simple to read.
Sheila took his finger and guided it between her pussy lips. "Yeah," she brightened as he went in. "Mmmmmm." Swiveling her hips, she took advantage of his embedded digit. Gasping, she thrust against it. Her green pupils sparkled with ecstasy. "Yeah."
Larry involuntarily groaned as he plunged into squishy cunt. Christ! She sucked him to the knuckle. By reflex, he repositioned his hand so that his thumb was over that pulsing clit. The act of turning elicited guttural cries. The flash of white teeth and trembling lips caused his heart to race.
One moment, Sheila was a demure girl of statuesque character; in the next, a voluptuous hellion. He scarcely believed she would not only publicly exhibit her snatch, but permit him to fondle it.
Sheila wasn't the only person to undergo transformation. She sensed a change in Larry-a delectable metamorphosis. The lines of anxiety converted to an uncivilized slant. His massive chest expanded and contracted in mounting anticipation.
Larry plucked his finger from Sheila's cunt, then filled his hands with her naked butt cheeks. He trembled while squeezing them. Sheila sensed his flaring appetite. With a burst of strength, he lifted her from the pool and set her ass on the tiled ledge. He held his gape while separating her slender thighs. The pink flaps of her cunt disengaged. Her fragrance wafted. She could feel his breath on her damp skin. The droplets that ran her stomach accentuated the luscious chills.
"Yes," she said softly, granting him license.
His enormous thumbs pinned back her folds. Sheila watched his tongue stretch, then glide over her glistening flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhh." She pitched her chin high, her lips forming a quivering circle. Clutching his shoulders, she jabbed him with her nails.
Larry exhibited no uneasiness over their sharp quality. He merely buried his face between her legs and savored the cunt in his mouth.
"Yes," Sheila moaned, recipient of that wondrous tongue. Larry's loud slurps were music to her ears, and a symphony of sensations for the rest. He sucked hard, then drank robustly of her juices. His mustache tickled as he pressed himself to that sensitive area. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Don't stop. Eat my pussy."
Her plea did not bear repeating. Larry devoured her snatch in ravenous gulps. His lips and tongue worked in harmony to bring her the thrill she sought. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets while joyful squeaks sprang from the bottom of her throat.
Larry made no bid to seek restraint. The girl offered herself to him and he gladly accepted that gift. The front of his swimsuit bulged. His cock grew along the nylon fabric. The burden of that throbbing hard-on would soon be alleviated when finishing her off with his mouth. Something much larger would replace his probing tongue. If he merely elicited whimpers with his vibrant tongue, then screams would be in order when he shoved his cock into that ticklish cunt. Sheila would get a taste of his staying power. He was going to fuck that little tease until her toes locked.
Meanwhile, he traced the luscious contours of Sheila's bare ass. She was built nicely. Using one hand, he roamed the silky curve of her hip and the perfectly formed crescent. He contemplated that savory padding when he climbed on top of her and rammed her with his dick.
"Ohhhhhhh," Sheila wailed from above.
Those large, fleshy spheres, captured in the white top, leaned from one side to the others. Her erect nipples bulged through the cups.
Larry ogled them. He wanted to suck those tits. Taking those thick stubs into his mouth would be a treat. He predicted shrill cries, along with fierce shaking, when orally pulling on them.
He stabbed into that pulpy cunt and wriggled about. Sheila's clit appeared ripe for sucking. Venturing into that tasty cavern, he scooped her honey. That sugary dew dissolved on his tongue. Mmmmm. He licked faster, cleaning the excess. Sheila replenished his supply. His probing yielded fresh spurts of her womanly flavor.
While Larry dispatched her secretions, Sheila donned her diamond pendant. She didn't wish to lose the momentum they achieved. The precious window of susceptibility was nearly open.
She cupped the back of Larry's head and coaxed him to gaze at her bewitching jewel. Larry, engrossed in eating her, seemed unwilling to comply. His commitment to bring her to orgasm dominated the scene.
"Look at it," she demanded, trembling. Her voice died. Ohhhhhhh. He lapped her so thoroughly, her thighs shook around his face.
"Do as I say.'
Larry only glanced at it before bearing down on her delectable snatch.
"Sort through the colors to find its center," she went on in a masterful tone. She gritted her teeth as he rolled over her clit. Ohhhhhhhh. "Do it."
Larry registered a passing interest in her gem. His principal concentration was directed at that centrally located dot. Pressing against it, he enjoyed its frantic beat. Why Sheila insisted upon redirection at such a crucial stage mystified him.
Calling upon her inner resources, Sheila detached his mouth from her quivering mound. Drops of her girl goo clung to his mustache. Half of her ached for completion of his effort, the other wanted to move forward with her task. It was a difficult choice, but she picked the latter.
"You can't refrain from staring at it," she resumed her gentle monotone. "Wouldn't you say it was mesmerizing?"
Larry eventually saw Sheila's pendant as a revelation. He focused upon it, his hazel pupils dilating. He could not turn from its sparkling luster.
"That's it," she whispered, taking charge of his will. "Don't fight me. You must not contest my authority. Welcome the beauty of that diamond. Let yourself slip into its array of colors. Its dazzling assortment is like the strains of Mozart. Please, enjoy them."
Larry went utterly still. The waves in the pool died around him.
Her lips curved. She placed him under her control. Her open thighs carefully inched from his blank expression. She dared not touch him, less she break the trance. Kneeling before him, she assessed his statue-like demeanor. As expected, he sank in a catatonic level. She possessed the means of releasing him, and only at her election would it happen.
"Be aware. You are now my servant. You are forbidden to disobey me. My influence will extend beyond your awakening. As long as I remain your ruler, you forfeit your will to me. Do you comprehend what I'm telling you?"
Though focusing on the pendant, he nodded.
"Excellent. In another moment, you will regain consciousness. We will go to your place, where I will reestablish my authority. You will remain in captivity until I decide to free you."
He did not blink an eye.
"One last item: you will have no recollection of this incident. Your subjugation will be our secret." She took a deep breath before concluding. "Have I clarified matters?' He nodded.
Sheila slipped peacefully into the water. The waves she created did not revive Larry. Using the utmost delicacy, she hooked the corner of his nylon swimsuit and peeled it over his hips. His cock stayed erect through his trance. She gazed hungrily at that thick, elongated shaft beneath the water's surface. Without delay, she immersed herself. She descended to Larry's balls. Letting out her tongue, she slurped his taut sac. Three licks were required before Larry's hands sprang back to life. Enclosing her head, they steered her to his plump knob. Even underwater, she recognized its purplish hue.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed against his manly stalk. He had a nice cock. Up and down that dick her lips went, followed by the flickering aftermath of her tongue. She drew strongly upon him, accelerating his tremors. While sucking that bone-like dick, she cupped his buttocks. Both her lips and fingertips pumped him. Her lush vibrations riddled his body.
Suddenly, hot, salty jism filled her mouth. That cum slit opened to emit that rich, creamy jism in the wake of his orgasmic shudder. Though her air supply was nearly exhausted, Sheila downed his thick ejaculate. Swallowing that dense load while submerged proved a unique challenge. His cum coursed fluently down her throat.
Sheila rose to the surface and gasped for air. Larry came fast-evidence of intense sexual need. He climaxed within seconds of awakening.
Larry's swift satisfaction was positively viewed. Sheila wanted quickly to get to his condo, reinstate her spell, loot the place, then make a quiet getaway. Dragging hypnosis into the crime brought the complication of sex. Though she usually enjoyed herself, Sheila occasional regarded the ordeal as cumbersome.
Larry, however, was far from finished. His brawny arms flanked her. His broad chest with its dark and silver fur crowded her heaving tits. Those hazel eyes flashed with hunger. Grinning, he pinned her against the wall.
"Perhaps we ought to continue this somewhere private," she softly suggested when his lips brushed her. "Someone might discover us.. . "
Larry kissed her ear lobe. She felt his warm breath against her neck and began to stroke his back when his rigid cock abruptly slid into her pussy.
"Oh, God," she cried. Her red lips formed a jittery loop. "Ohhhhhh."
Orgasm did not affect the size, nor strength of that monster. Larry pushed his whole dick into her cunt. He nibbled on her quivering lips while simultaneously fucking her. Draping her knees over his shoulders, he molded himself to her luxuriant body. Sheila's cunt opened wide to receive that thick shaft. Its width separated the lips of her pussy to capacity.
"You drive me wild, baby," he whispered, then covered her mouth with his. He probed between her lips with his tongue.
Sheila promptly responded to that infusion of stimulation. He made her moan with his cock. The water buffeted her from his hard thrusts. That lumbering thing steadily came at her, effecting a toe-curling pump. When he fully smashed himself between her legs, she largely felt split in half.
"Ohhhhh," she sobbed. "Oh, Larry. Ohhhh. Fuck me, Larry. Yes. Slam it into my hot pussy. Tuck your cock between those moist lips. Oh, yes. You're rubbing against my clit-and it feels wonderful."
Larry was in ecstasy. Those cunt lips snagged him, tugging at the skin of his cock. Sheila wildly excited him. He couldn't get enough of her sensational body. His libido was supercharged, injected with a fuel that left his loins tingling. He couldn't recall the last time he exploded, then started fucking without missing a beat. At forty-three, that seldom happened.
"Yes, Larry," she panted, shivering. "Ohhhh. Don't stop."
The possibility that a younger, sexy woman could harness his fleeting powers existed. He sawed through that clench, wanting only to extinguish the fire in his balls. Ahhhhhh. That warm, spongy cunt powerfully sucked his dick.
Sheila surrendered to his manly probe. His sturdy shaft ventured to the bottom of her pussy. Lightheaded from the stars that appeared, she closed her eyes. Ohhhhhh. She was deliciously aware of his vigorous slide. Those deep, lingering strokes exhilarated her. He pumped her slowly, letting her pleasure build. He made splendid contact with her throbbing clit. That pulsing mass ground consistently against her love button. Whether or not she wished it, Sheila was at the verge of climax.
She hugged herself to him, sobbing as he delved into her receptive flesh. She smashed her pubic mound to his groin, feeling the tickle of his floating thatch. That hard thing burrowed into her hot, pulsing center.
Her plundering would wait until they were both fulfilled. Raiding his condo was the furthest thing from her mind; getting off was very important.
"You're so tight," he groaned, pushing himself entirely into her cunt. "Oh, yeah, baby. Swallow me up. Ahhhhhh. Grip me with those snug lips." He moved his hips to the best of his ability; the water was an impediment. Unable to fathom the basis for his fiery arousal, he merely dug into that squishy crevice.
"Larry," Sheila wailed. "Oh, Larry, I'm going to cum."
"Yeah," he muttered, slapping against that pliant flesh. "Go for it. Don't hold back."
Sheila's beautiful face was lined with contortions. Her green eyes flickered while her lips twisted. He heard a cacophony of gasps through her clenched teeth. He fucked her harder, encountering her swollen bud. After another minute of intense shafting, Sheila screamed.
"Yeah," she brayed. "Ohhhhh. Oh, Larry. Ohhhhhhh!"
Her husky caterwaul resulted in his second orgasm. Ahhhhhh. He squirted heavily into that contracting passage.
Sheila's limbs were numb after she regained a presence of mind. Ohhhhh. Detaching herself from that rigid thing left a disturbing void. She massaged her aching snatch. Larry, showing no mercy, practically riveted her ass to the side of the pool.
He displaced her nursing hand with his own. His touch renewed Tier appetite. He caressed her clit, trailing an electric current. "Let's go to my place," he said. "I'll want more of you there."
"That sounds wonderful to me." Fucking in a bed after getting it on in a pool made for a tantalizing sequel. Had she not subconsciously directed him, she would have proposed it.
His valuables awaited her-along with something equally satisfying.