Jackson Robard - A girl's best friend

A cold tremor ran the length of Gil Martin's frame. He tried to shake it off. He'd even lost track of time, but the sun was streaming through their window. A few minutes ago… or was it an hour, he'd heard someone in the hallway and a door close. One of the twins, no doubt. He looked at his watch… 7:45. Christ, he couldn't lay there any longer. Maybe… maybe, if he went and talked to Jenkins again… at least, stalled him off… but that wasn't going to help him at the bank. And Jan was still too loaded to try and make sense with. Fuck! Fuck! How had he ever gotten himself into such a situation? Why hadn't he quit when he was ahead? Greed, avarice, that's why! Loot! Money! Bread! He'd wanted it, and Jenkins had assured him the race-track was going in there… he'd gotten the information from Senator Wentz, himself! Oh God… He had to do something!

He looked over at the slack face of his sleeping, lovely wife.

"Jan…" he spoke softly, placing his hand on her rib cage and gently jostling her. "Jan…?"

"Hungh… wh… what? Mmmmmmmmm… let me sleep… so tired, Honey… so tired…" she mumbled, never opening her eyes as she turned her back to him and thrust her bottom upward toward his face, the sheet falling away to reveal her luscious buttocks.

Gil sighed heavily, then covered her. He turned onto his back again and reached for a cigarette, lighting it.

It was futile, anyway, he decided, letting the smoke breathe from his lungs. He'd overplayed his hand, and now he had to pay for his losses. It wouldn't take long… ten years… fuck it! He'd go prune his rose bushes… enjoy some of it before they took him away! At least, he always had his memories… and he'd never forget that Randi…

… She'd held his face cradled in the soft, sweet-smelling hollow of her neck, while his one hand gently stroked her left breast. Slowly, she eased her legs down on either side of him, forming a protective berth between her thighs where he might lie, their damp pelvises and drenched genitals caressing each other's lovingly.

"What a real man you are, Lover," she whispered. "I mean real… no fraud. God, I haven't cum like that in ages."

"You're just being kind," he said, wanting to hear more.

"No! It's the truth! Generally, I only pretend. It's easier that way… just to play make-believe, get them off quicker and finish it!"

Gil brought his face from the soft silken flesh of her neck and laid his cheek onto her shoulder. He looked up at her eyes that were staring at the ceiling. He said: "Are you a prostitute, Randi?"

She smiled slowly, still not looking at him, although her soft hand continued to tease his hair.

"That's a nasty term for what I'm supposed to be… but I guess it gets decidedly to the point. Once, I was a singer… an excellent one, too, or so considered at the time… a contralto with perhaps a season or so away from the Met. Would you believe that, Gil Martin?" She made a cynical sound of laughter. "Then… then, I met my future husband. Frankly, I despised him from the first moment I laid eyes on him, but he was relentless. He made me sick and I told my manager that, but he… he was a weak man… and I was weaker. You see, I was born into the poverty of the West Virginia coal-mines. I never wanted to see those days again… so, I listened and was married secretly. Few people know about it, and most could care less, I'm sure… unless it made the spread of some sordid front-page." She sighed heavily. "The trouble with my husband is that he's nothing less than an animal… a depraved, vicious animal. He not only believes in promiscuity, but he demands complete loyalty… else he destroys you! And… and I don't want my parents to know the truth… even being the unimportant little people they are there in Wilksbrake… I don't want them to know… It would break their hearts… Now, do you understand, my Lover?"

Gil continued to stare up at her lovely face. He could see the tears dribbling down her cheeks and raised a hand to wipe them away. "N-No, Baby… not quite. You're saying… saying that you do this because you have to…?"

"Y-Yes… I have to," she answered him. "But I find that I'm one of four other wives who are, one way, or another, forced into this international game, but truly, it's not all as bad as it sounds. We live in unbelievable luxury, have the finest of everything, and meet the most fantastic people… like you, Lover."

Gil made a grunting sound. "I know now that you're making fun of me…"

"Oh God no, Darling! I'm not!" she replied quickly, twisting onto her side to hug him to her. "I meant it… every word I said… honest, Darling! Please… please believe me?"

She had pulled his face tight to her; it was still in the hollow beneath her chin, but her magnificent breasts had bulged up to near-smother him. Her fingers played in his hair and he could feel her long sensuous body working against his own as he lifted his face for air.

"Who…? Who is he?" Gil gasped.

"Who…? I thought you knew, Darling," she said, easing down into the bed until her lips were even with his. "Him… Darrel… Darrel Jenkins… that gargoylish bastard God sees fit to let live on His earth!"

The shock of her revelation took long seconds to instill itself in the recesses of his own wine-sodden mind… but it did. Suddenly, he realized that she was trying to kiss him and he gave his lips and mouth to her, playing with her tongue teasingly with his own, and sensing a feeling of sheer delight with her presence. Christ, in truth, he'd never known a girl like her. She was the absolute!

He let his tongue war with her tiny one, then, she sucked his into her mouth and began to play with it. He wanted to talk, but couldn't. She pressed and squirmed her voluptuous loveliness tight against him while she continued to vacuum his mouth, and he felt her moist cunt splayed with open lips against his thigh, rubbing provocatively up and down. Finally, she released his tongue and mouth, then, she said: "Please, my Darling, don't ask me any questions? Just let it be you and me… no matter what they do when they come in… let it be you and me…?"

She was half on top of him now. He could feel his cock stirring pleasantly into a second hardness. Her cunt was like another mouth sucking at his thigh, and her soft, slender hands were flitting over him like spiders. Fuck, he didn't care about Jenkins, anyway… only this delicious creature who had come out of nowhere to be with him. She was like an apparition…! He gazed up into her face… "You're beautiful, Randi! Whatever you want… your wish is my command…!"

"Oh… Oh God, Darling… I want to suck you! Let me suck you, then…" she whimpered.

"It… it's still soft…"

"That's the way I like it!" she gasped, slithering down him suddenly until her lovely face with her long reddish hair was taunting his belly… her enchanting, open mouth directly above his feebly stirring prick.

"Shit!" he gasped aloud from the mere delight of the thought of what she wanted to do.

He raised his head to watch and saw her take his limp cock in her hand, her eyes drowsily half-closed as she lowered her face, her little tongue slipping from between her separated lips to lick at his prick! He couldn't help but think how it had been in her cunt, and that it was covered with the now sticky ecstasy of their climaxes, yet… yet, she was licking it as if it'd been submerged in honey!

He felt what had been a spent member of his body give a lusty lurch and spring into half-hardness. Her eyes still remained closed as she licked it from his balls to its tip on every side, her luscious breasts quivering with her movements, her long auburn hair tantalizing his belly… then her ovalled lips slipped down over the thickening shaft, encompassing it as she sucked upward again and again to repeat the act.