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Chapter 4: Of Mice and Men
Aleisha stopped and looked back at Michael. Her icy glare seared into
his eyes as he hung there. She pulled the door closed. What if he was lying.
Could he have a female accomplice? Knock, Knock, Knock! She moved to the
front door, took a breath and slowly took the knob in hand. She cracked the
door slightly, peering out enough to see a white fedora. She openned it the
rest of the way.
"Yes, can I help you?" She studied the women's features. The carefully
coiffeured red hair with its loosely coiled bangs suggested more lay hidden
beneath the professional exterior. She had minimal make-up but the mascara
highlighted her emerald green eyes. Her eyes were deep and piercing. The
woman's gloved hand jostled slightly.
"Are you," the woman looked down at her clipboard, "Ms. Aleisha Kenning-
ton?" Aleisha's eyes noticed the small gold studs in each ear. The woman's
white linen jacket squared off her shoulders giving the rather plain teal
dress a formality. She tilted her head slightly. "I'm sorry," she reached
into her handbag pulling out a small ID. "My name is Sandra Lippman; I'm with
the county tax assessor's office."
"Oh," she acknowledged automatically. She stood there in a daze.
"You *are* Ms. Kennington?"
"Yes," she replied snapped back to reality.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but can I come in for a few minutes?" Eileen's
eyes ran up and down Aleisha who smiled uneasily and pulled the robe about her.
Aleisha nodded. Eileen smiled and reached for the stormdoor handle and open-
ned the door. Aleisha stepped back and watched as the woman entered and glan-
ced about. "You have a lovely home." Eileen's eyes shifted to the glass cof-
fee table, "May I?" Aleisha gestured to the sofa beside it.
"Please, have a seat." Aleisha began to calm and advanced toward the sofa
followed by the investigator who removed her hat and layed it on the table.
"... actually ... I'm here to do a routine inspection." Aleisha stopped
and shot a questioning glance. "In order to implement Proposition 3 1/2, the
county is reassessing select areas to gauge the impact on tax revenues. I just
need to check the number of rooms and take a few measurements."
"Well ..." Eileen stopped, glancing down at Aleisha apprisingly. "Can
you come back later? It's really inconvenient right now ... I have a *guest*
over." Eileen smiled understandingly.
"I understand," she said picking up her handbag, "but I really need to do
this now." She pulled out a pen and tape measure. "If you can show me about,
I don't need to see all the rooms at the moment." Aleisha feigned a smile and
nodded appreciatively. Eileen raised the clipboard, "How many rooms?"
"Sex ... uh, six" Eileen raised her eyebrows. "My boyfriend's German."
Eileen nodded unconvincing acceptance. Eileen glanced about before pulling
out the tape and spanned it across the floor. She wrote down 12 by 18. "Phil
has such a nice voice," she commented as she stood and faced Aleisha, who
shifted her attention go the music. The throbbing beat of Genesis now hit her.
"I never quite understood what the meaning was in `Home by the Sea'. I mean,
is the house haunted? Is the guy trying to rob the house and gets caught?"
Aleisha shook her head. "I guess, the kitchen next."
Eileen glanced about, walking over to the sliding glass doors. "May I?"
Aleisha shrugged. The investigator slid open the door and stepped out on the
veranda.
"It seems odd that she should come so soon after the break in. There was
an article the other day about reviewing Proposition 3 1/2." Many thoughts
ran about in Aleisha's head, trying to fit puzzle pieces together. She went
over and filled a kettle with water, then starting a flame, set on the stove
to boil. "So how much in taxes is this going to cost me?" she called out,
glancing at the woman measuring in the air.
"It shouldn't be more than," Eileen stepped back in, closing the door,
"$200 per year. But the Assessor's office will be involved with the actual
implementation. How high is your fence?" Aleisha turned a questioning
glance. "52 inches?" She shrugged. "I can measure it before I leave. With
the height, I can estimate the dimensions of your yard."
"Oh-h-h," Aleisha paused to take the bubbling kettle off the flame, "when
I bought the house, the deed stated three quarter of an acre."
"Good. She jotted down the figure."
"Coffee or tea?" Eileen paused.
"I shouldn't but ... yes, coffee would be wonderful."
"Sugar? Cream?"
"No sugar, just a hint of cream" Eileen headed slowly to the table, ad-
miring the modern rustic decor. She glanced over at the wine rack. "Are you
a wine connoiseuse?" Aleisha smiled.
"Not exactly. I enjoy wine, but I'm allergic to the yeast they use in
the really cheap domestics. Mostly, I use wine for cooking, my boyfriend
brings me those." Aleisha carried the two cups to the table. She sat the one
down before Eileen, "Now my boyfriend is a connoisseur." She seated herself
facing the stranger. Eileen smiled and took a sip.
"My ex-boyfriend *considered* himself a connoisseur. We decided to go to
this fantastic French restaurant ..."
"Le Renard Rouge?"
"... Yes," she remarked as she recalled the moment, "Yes. You know the
place?"
"I love it. Especially their veal with garlic tarragonais."
"That's not nice; it's a long time until lunch." Aleisha smiled. "Jim,
my ex, having just finished his wine tasting course sought to show off his new
knowledge. When the waiter returned with the wine, he went through his elabor-
ate ritual only to send the wine back. He confided that you *always* send back
the first bottle." Aleisha rolled her eyes. Eileen leaned close, "but the
best part, was he accepted the second bottle. I noticed that it was the *same*
one, they just recorked. I had to fight back the laughter." Eileen glanced
at her watch. "Thanks for the coffee, but I must finish up." She stood and
started down the hall. Her hand reached for the bedroom knob.
"No! Wait!" Aleisha shouted, jumping to her feet. "He's sleeping, he's
been up all night." I'll bet, Eileen thought. Aleisha came up beside her her
presence an effective obstacle. "Did you need the bathroom?" Eileen nodded,
and turned to the bathroom.
"Full tub, sink." She made notes on her clipboard. "Is this ...?" she
gestured with her pen towards the guest room. Aleisha smiled and nodded. "Is
it the same size as the other?"
"Yes, perhaps a bit smaller." Outside Michael heard voices. Who was it?
The police? His knees were begging to straighten. The dildo up his ass was
becoming uncomfortable. "I suppose I'm lucky to have found Alex; he's sophi-
sticated in a european way."
"The guy I'm currently seeing is ..." Eileen's voice.
"M-m-m-m!" he called out without thinking. Eileen stopped and glanced
over at the door.
"It's my boyfriend's dog. It's quite friendly, ... overly so. He loves
jumping up on people." She walked over to the door and knelt. "Behave in
there, Bandit, mommy will let you out in a little bit." Oh shit! Michael had
lump in his stomach. She stood back up, turning to face Eileen. "Is there
anything else I can show you?" Eileen shook her head and started to the
livingroom.
"This is a lovely house, nice yard." Aleisha walked over to the table to
retrieve the hat from the coffee table. "Is your basement full or partial?"
"Full," she replied.
"Mind if I take a peak?" she asked reaching for the knob.
"Yes!" Eileen looked at her oddly. "... the fuse blew out last night and
I haven't had a chance to change it. I ran out of fuses so Alex and I were
going to get some this afternoon."
"I really do neeed these figures. Perhaps I can stop back later this af-
ternoon about 2:00?"
"We won't be back by then."
"When *would* be a good time?" Eileen focused her eyes on Aleisha who
felt decidedly uncomfortable. Her palms were sweaty.
"After 5:00. Either Alex or I will be here then."
"The Assessor's office wants this data. Will you be around at 7:00?"
Aleisha gave an involuntary nod. "Then I will come back then. It shouldn't
take more than ten minutes." Eileen walked over and took her hat, adjusting
it. "Perhaps I can measure the bedroom at that time too, if it's not occu-
pied," she stated pleasantly heading to the door. "Thanks for the coffee,"
she added as she stepped out the door. Aleisha followed Eileen with her eyes.
Bitch. Eileen turned back, as if she heard her thoughts and gave a wave. It
caught Aleisha off guard. She gave a faint smile and nod of her head. Eileen
headed back to the car.
"I'd love to give you a tour of my basement," she fumed. She stood there
as the car started and drove past. "Damn!" she screamed, slamming the door.
"Ugh-gh-gh!" She was both furious and overwhelmed. What was she going to do
with the thief and Chuck. Her breathing deepened, her eyes hardened. What
was she going to do about the thief? She went back to the kitchen to finish
her coffee.
Chuck smelled the thief's musk. He felt the thief begin pressing about,
a solid arm twisting against his leg. The flaccid cock in his mouth pressed
his jaw downward at irregular spurts.
"W-ah-ah ah h-uh-h oo-oo oo-uh?" There came no reply. As the forearm
slid back and forth, rustling his leg hairs, he notice that the strap about the
arm felt looser. Yes, it was. The left arm slipped its restraint. The thief
continued, his twisting carried Chuck's face along with it. The right arm was
free. "Y-eh-eh!" Chuck felt the straps dangling about his calves. The belt
grinding his groin into the thief's face tightened, then fell to the floor. He
could hardly wait. Freedom! The strap about their torsos was loosed. "K-a-a
oo-oo f-ee-ee m-ah eh-h-h-s?!" The thief his weight to Chuck's chest. The
thighs pulled the cock back slightly. Chuck's head was pulled back awkwardly.
He heard a buckle being undone and something fall to the floor.
"What was that, free your legs?" The blond! Fuck! Chuck began to strug-
gle. In doing so, the cock in his mouth began to swell. He stopped. "Wise
move." The thong attaching his head to the blond was pulled taut, pulling
Chuck's throat onto the blond's dick. Then it fell away. Alex leaned forward
working his calves along Chuck's arms under the straps. As Alex's thighs ran
along Chuck's massive arms, Alex was reminded of Aleisha's luscious thighs.
Alex raised himself up on his two arms. His cock began to grow. With this
leveraging, Chuck was pinned against the table. Alex's hips rode back and
forth, his thighs brushing his captive's cheeks and hair. Faster and deeper.
Chuck's chest heaved, struggling not to gag, unable to resist. Alex lowered
his head, letting his tongue trace the furrows of the bodybuilder. Chuck's
own cock had grown. Chuck ceased thrusting. His tongue wandered up to Chuck's
shaft, biting at it. His hand circled tightly about it, squeezing. The head
grew large and purple. His tongue licked it flatly. Alex released it, it
shrunk briefly. He pulled the shaft into his mouth. Up and down, slowly.
Further down and up. Teasingly, he slowly worked the shaft into his throat.
Chuck tried to thrust, but Alex simply pulled back. His tonge rolled the cock
about in his mouth, jiggling the small skin just above his balls. Chuck felt
like he was going to loose it. Alex began a slow thrust recovering his own
hardon. Alex withdrew his mouth and leaned back. "Beg me," he whispered. He
waited. Chuck was torn between desire and repulsion. His hand ran along
Chuck's thigh. His mouth bit gently at his shaft. "Are you there Chuck?"
His mouth closed over the head, then released. Chuck wanted to piss but
couldn't.
"P-ee-ee-h," Chuck asked. Alex smiled. Chuck's engorged shaft ached
dully. Alex wiggled his legs, pulling his legs free of the straps. He put
his ankles back in the dangling loops, using them as stirrups. He began
thrusting. His cock began pressing and growing. "Please, master, fuck me.
Isn't that what you said?" Chuck was helpless to answer. The beat was faster.
His own erection ached. Alex's hand closed about it but did nothing but keep
it erect. Chuck felt the tautness of Alex's thighs. "Yiii-haaaa!" Alex
burst forth inside. Alex sighed deeply and got down. Chuck's cock continued
to pulse. The sudden waft of cool air over his sweaty chest caused a small
resurgence. Alex gave a slow stretch. Chuck's cock was going flaccid. Alex
walked over to the sink and wiped himself. He heard a trickle and turned back
to Chuck. He returned to find that Chuck had pissed all over the floor.
"Fucking moron, Aleisha would castrate you for that!" He grabbed a mop
from the corner and went over to the table, wiping up the urine. He took the
mop back and openned a cabinet. Reaching about, he returned to Chuck. Chuck
strained lifting his head to see what the blond was doing. Alex worked a thick
leather strap with eyelets under Chuck's ass up to his waist and buckled it.
He stepped back from Chuck and took something off the workbench. Rolling back
the latex cup, Alex grabbed Chuck's dick, milking it. As it slowly became firm
he attached the cup with its tube. Chuck let his head lay back as the blond
attached the end of the tube to the stopper. Alex ducked under the bodybuild-
er's leg. His hand planted itself on Chuck's head.
"N-N-N-n!" He firmly twisted the stopper, securing it in Chuck's gag
while Chuck tried to throw his head about.
"It won't help, you know." he commented, pressing back the struggling
head. He moved back under the leg, grabbed some duct tape, and tore
off some pieces. Returning, he finished securing the stopper. "There! Now
you'll learn to hold your piss." Returning to the cabinet, Alex returned with
a butt plug which he greased along the edge with KY jelly. He greased his fin-
ger and slowly moved it into Chuck's ass, feeling about. The latex cup rose
from Chuck's thigh. A faint smile crept across Alex's lips. He worked at in-
serting the butt plug. Once in, he twisted it about, sliding a leather strap
through its ring. The strap had several eyelets. Alex pulled it taut and
secured it to the belt. "Comfy Chuck?" he patted the trunk-like thighs.
"Aleisha had this room especially designed," he ducked under Chuck's arm
to move behind him. Chuck grunted and twisted. "For example," his hand felt
upward finding a lever. His-s-s-s-s. Chuck felt the table fall away beneath
him, leaving him suspended in space. Alex gave the jock a slight push on the
shoulder causing him to rock back and forth.
"M-m-m-m-m!" Sweat broke out along the tautly stretched muscles of his
arms and legs.
"Why don't you just hang out for a while," he smiled. Chuck growled and
shook causing him to sway about. Alex laughed watching the frustrated contor-
tions. The hose rolled about his chest. He turned and walked to the door.
Looked back then left, closing the door. Then the room went black.
"M-m-m-m-!" Silence. Shit, he thought. The darkness surrounded him.
The coldness licked at his sweat. He let his head hang backwards. The plug
was uncomfortable. F-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-CK-CK! The worst part was he had to piss.
As she sat there sipping her coffee pondering what to do, she retrieved
the now cold toast. She went to the fridge and pulled out some cream cheese.
She stuck the toast and the spread container into the microwave for a few sec-
onds, taking them back to the table. Dipping the knife in, she spread the
cream cheese over the one corner then meticulously worked it evenly. She
smiled when she noticed her actions were following the rhythm of the music.
What a delightful song, she thought. "Stroke me, stroke me, stroke, stroke."
And what a delightful idea. Raising the toast to her lips, she took a slow,
decisive bite. Mmmmmmm. Finishing her toast, she licked her fingers.
The bedroom door pushed open. Michael glanced up. Aleisha glared at him
and advanced at a restrained pace. "You were ... very lucky." Lucky, he won-
dered. "The police officer was investigating a neighbor's report of a prowler.
Fortunately," she stopped before him, running her finger down the line of his
jaw, "he believed me." She walked to his side, picking up the lash. Her eyes
fastened on his. The tapped it on her palm. As he shifted, the dildo up his
ass twisted about. Her fiery eyes fixed on his. "Calling out like that," she
said, pursing her lips. "Tsk, lucky for you he believed that I had a dog in
here." She put the hilt under the fleshy part of his jaw and poked up slightly
painfully. "I didn't tell him I also had a *cat*." She strolled behind him.
Slap! Slap! The leather thongs stung as they struck his back but not nearly
as they had last night. Slap! The leather strips bit in about his lower ass
unexpected causing him to tense shoving the dildo deep within.
"A-a-a-a!"
"You were very bad." There was a pause. He heard the dresser drawer
open. The collar made it impossible to follow her actions. She heard her
climb onto the waterbed. Her hands--ice cold at first--gripped his sore trape-
zius. Her thumbs and fingers gripped and circles with strength and purpose.
"The police said they received an ..." her thumbs settled behind the nape of
his neck, her fingers below his cheeks, "anonymous call." Her hands shifted,
working down his right arm. "The two officers," she switched arms, "were
quite nice. The one searched the outside, while the other," her hands dropped
back to his shoulders, "searched inside." She stepped back; he heard some-
thing. "She was about to leave," she began rubbing his back, "when she heard
you." He felt a cold cream being squeezed over his back; her hands rubbed
over his lashes and sides, sweeping down over his ass. "I told you not to do
that." Her fingers slowly ran back over his shoulders and over his arms.
"A-A-A-A-A-A!" he screamed into his gag. His back was on fire. He
twisted crazily about, helplessly, uselessly. Every lash was a searing brand.
Tears welled up in his eyes. She had circled about, standing in front of him.
"I can't stand to see a grown man cry, but ..." Her fingers closed about
his jaw, sharply turning his face to hers. "This is lesson one. *You* are my
property; you do as *I* say. On a scale of one to ten, this is barely a two.
Do you understand?" He heard her words but was absorbed in his personal hell.
Her fingers tightened. "Do you understand, slave?" Michael gave a faint nod
through his pain racked haze. Her hand dropped.
"Bengay?" Alex stood in the doorway. He surveyed Michael, tsked and
shook his head. She spun about. Alex approached, resting his hand on her ass,
running his little finger lightly up her crack.
"M-m-m-m, Alex." Her arms easily closed about his neck, drawing their
lips together. Their lips parted, their eyes locked. A few more playful
kisses as his strong hands ran up her side, his thumbs caressing gently under
her breasts. Her hands ran up and over his chest before sliding over his ass
and thigh. He kissed her again then drew back.
"Ah, love, you still have benguay on your hands." She smiled devilishly
glancing down at his reddened thighs.
"Sorry," she laughingly apologized. His hands wrapped about her cheeks
and drew a final kiss.
"When are Maria and her friend arriving? Eight?" he asked shifting his
attention to the clock.
"Damn! Fuck her!" she screamed. He left the room, reappearing with a
bath towel.
"Maria?"
"No-o-o-o," she whined. "It's HIS fault," she said punctuating her remark
in Michael's direction. Michael shifted and grunted.
"I don't understand," Alex seemed to glance between the two of them. "If
he's been bad, he'll be punished. So what's this about?"
"Let's talk while you're in the shower." The blond nodded and the two
left the room, closing the door behind them.
"So what's this about?" Alex reached down and turned on the hot water,
waiting for it to heat up then turned on the cold water, adjusting the tempera-
ture to his hot-blooded taste.
"There's some bitch going from house to house for the county tax asses-
sor's office, something to do with that proposition 3 1/2. Anyway, she's been
snooping about taking measurements. She *almost* walked into the bedroom"
Alex had stepped into the tub and drawn the curtain. The shower kicked on.
"She wanted to come back this afternoon. She was persistent. Now she'd coming
back at 7:00 tonight!"
"That's rather odd."
"She wants to check the measurements for the basement and bedroom." His
eyebrows rose. She watched as he soaped his arms and chest, the white suds
contrasting his tan, defined muscles.
"Did she have any IDs?" he asked, rinsing off his arms.
"Yes, it looked official. She seemed legit, but ... it was like a game of
cat and mouse, and I *wasn't* the cat." Alex had turned his head in her direc-
tion then turned back. He arched his back and neck, letting the water pound
against his face. His hands reached up and soaped his face. She watched as his
arms grew round. He let the suds wash off his face.
"We'll just have to transfer the thief to the playroom. It's soundproof,
and we can disguise the entrance." He reached over and took some shampoo and
worked up a lather in his hair. He heard the curtain draw back behind him and
close. Her hands rested on his hips.
"You have such a sexy body." He smiled.
"Here, make yourself useful," he handed back the soap bar. Leaning for-
ward, he rinsed the lather from his hair. The bar ran over the mounds of his
back. her hands gently kneaded and circled, sliding along this sides then up
to his neck. Her fingers rubbed and pressed into the tight trapezius. He let
his head arch back, the warm water beating down upon his face and chest.
"M-m-m-m," he purred in delight. Her hands rolled smoothly over his
round shoulders.
"You'll need to rinse off," she said coyly. He turned about letting the
water race down his back. He reached forward, his hands encircling her waist,
and drew her to his chest. Her fiery eyes looked up into his. Her lefthand
ran up his arm, stroked past his jaw, and pulled his lips to hers. She could
feel his cock growing, pressing against her. Her right hand ran along his arm
and down his side; her pointer finger stroking lightly over his pubis and
slowly down the length of his growing shaft. There lips parted. "Shall I
clean your chest?" She didn't wait for an answer. She slowly worked up a
lather in her hand which she pressed against his chest.
Her thumbs lifted and danced about his nipples before swirling the suds
over his strong, smooth pectorals. Her tongue wanted to taste but she held
back. "Can you raise your arms, love?" He lifted them up and back, grabbing
hold of the shower head. Ah, for ropes, she thought. It highlighted the
interweaving of the chest muscles. She ran the bar under his arms, following
the merging muscles. Her fingers combed through the soft hairs. She let her
hands follow down his ribs, each held by a muscular band slipping cleanly into
another. Along his trim waist she swept back, her palms reveling in the gentle
rolls of his taut, ribboned abdomen. His cock was getting quite hard. She
leaned forward, his hardon pressed downward between her slightly parted love
lips. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest against her soapy breasts.
"We can't forget your neck." Her hands rose slowly, her fingers dragging over
his chest, to his neck. Her hands ran about his neck. His head slid back into
the streaming water. Her naked body seemed to rub like silk against his. The
rushing water roared in his ears as rivulets formed about his nose and mouth.
One of her hands slipped down to his cock and began stroking it. His mouth
parted slightly, inviting a small intake of water. She stepped back and
smiled. "You can rinse now." He paused for a second, drew back his head, and
turned back to rinse.
He started to turn back, "No. Face the wall." He turned to the wall, the
water now raining down upon his right side. She lathered her hands and began
running them over his tight, shapely ass then over his left thigh. "Spread
your legs." He slid his legs apart. She ran the bar along his knee, then pro-
ceeded to lather his inner thigh with her hands. Her hands reached through to
the front draw back through the fold of his groin, brushing past his scrotum.
They slid down, circling about his thigh. Her hand brushed up the inner thigh
circling back up his ass; her fingers pass deeply along his crack. Her thumbs
moved downward then ascended from his scrotum up the crack of his ass, gently
parting it. She knelt down and began running her thumb over his anus. Her
right hand reached underneath and cupped about his balls, slowly working up a
lather; shifting them smoothly and surely as a gambler might his luck dice. It
slipped forward, wrapping about his rock hard cock and gently stroked it. Her
hands withdrew, lathering his calves. "You can rinse." He was slow to turn,
the white bubbles washing from his ass down his leg.
"You only cleaned half of me."
"I know. Face me." He turned, leaned back only to bounce forward.
"Hell, that wall's cold." Her hand reached out and began massaging his
balls and cock. Her fingers pushed deep into its base, grasping, pulling for-
ward slowly letting it slide back.
"Think about ... something else." She pushed him back. Her hand now
soaped his ass, one finger lingering about his hole. The warms water was
beating upon his staff. Her mouth closed over the head. Her lips rode down
and back teasingly. She pressed her finger into his ass, slowly snaking it
about. He moaned slightly. She lightly kissed his staff, her tongue now
stroking his balls roughly. She felt his throbbing longing against her cheek.
The water was running down her face. "I want you to place your feet against
the wall behind me for support." He did so willingly. She pushed his dick up
with her cheek and began sucking his balls.
"Oh-h-h." His breathing deepened. She leaned forward taking his cock
into her mouth. This time she guided it more deeply; she felt the smooth pul-
sating flesh filling her. She withdrew her finger from his ass, re-entering
with two. She felt his thighs twitch along side her. She eased down and back
taking more of him into her. She stopped and pulled back, the barest tip in
her mouth. She glanced up through the steam which drew thickly through her
nose. The water beaded and ran down his muscular chest in small, everchanging
streams. The water rained down on her face, forming drops on her on her eye-
lashes. she could smell and tste the water collecting on his cock's shaft.
Her two fingers began to press deeper within. She felt him trying to thrust,
but positioned as he was, he had little control. She went back to slowly fuck-
ing him. His hands clasped about her head, pulling it down upon his cock. All
stimulation stopped. "Please," he gasped. She began rubbing her clit with her
free hand. His hands dropped from her head. She revelled in the power, the
fulfillment of his wonderful cock and the small waves now growing within her.
She resumed the gradual deepthroat. She pressed within his rectum rhythmically
with her cock descents. She felt him buckling, glancing up to see his massive
chest swelling and heaving. She withdrew from him, leaving him braced against
the wall. She reached up and invited him downward. When almost seated, she
took his iron rod and guided it into her wet lusting pussy. His arms wrapped
about her; their mouths locked, filled with each others ravaging tongues. His
prick began pumping furiously. The water rained down upon their faces, blind-
ing them, snorting water as their flaring nostrils followed empassioned lips.
His hands lifted her ass upward, his finger pressed against her asshole. His
throbbing tool filled her longing walls. Each thrust brought her down upon his
fingers, pushing them up her ass. Her breathing deepened. Her heart raced.
He exploded within her, triggering orgasmic waves along her insides. Her ass
closed tightly about his fingers. For an hour lasting a minute, they sat
there; his strong arms embracing her. The water was begining to go cold.
"Need a cold shower?" Alex joked. She smiled. He managed to get to his
feet. She soaped his reddened dick. He smiled and rinsed as she slowly stood.
She soaped and rinsed while he stepped out of the shower. She turned off the
water and drew back the curtain. The steam still hung in the air, the mirror
beaded. "Another steamy affair or good clean fun?" She game him a smack on
his ass.
"Maybe I need some eyelets in here to cool off your sense of humor." Alex
had finished coarsely drying his hair and had begun patting himself dry.
A cold sweat had broken out over Michael's body. The vibrator had lost
its charm and now seemed to gnaw away inside him. He felt hot, beads of sweat
formed about his eyes. "A-a-a-ah!" he screamed quietly into the gag. He now
fought his bonds. He needed release. He bit the ball. How much longer, he
wondered. What were they talking about? Minutes passed. His eyes darted
feverishly about the room. He turned to wipe the sweat from his eye, but the
collar's jagged edge bit sharply into his neck. He closed his eyes trying not
to think about the vibrating dildo pressing up his ass. He tried to focus on
his breathing; in ... out ... in ... out ... in ... Christ! His body was in-
tent on expelling it; the irresistible force meeting the immovable object was
slowly tearing at his sanity. "Please make it stop," he sobbed into his gag
as tears welled in his eyes. I should've shot them--the blond, Aleisha, Chuck.
He tried swallowing but the gag interfered. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" he raged, pull-
ing wildly at the restraints.
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