Jo Dawg - Lust with a Lady tonight

"Why not? It's a nice body. How nice, I don't know yet. Too many clothes on."

"You think I'm going to strip naked just because you want me to? Don't I have anything to say about it?"

"Not much."

She tried to control her anger. Who the hell did he think he was? Of all the colossal nerve.

Wiley patted the cushion next to him. "Why don't you come and sit down here where it's nice and cozy? I won't bite you. I don't think I will. On second thought, I probably will."

Holly got up and moved to the sofa. "You have to give a girl a chance," she said, sitting. "You just don't come on like a house on fire?"

"I have my own methods."

She lifted her eyebrows. "And if I don't like your methods?"

"You'll learn to like them."

"You really have me over a barrel, don't you?"

"I would say so."

She drew in a deep breath. This man was making her very nervous. Then she asked him what he would do if she told him to go to hell.

Wiley grinned at her. "Why don't you try telling me to go to hell?"

He did have her over a barrel. They both knew it. There was nothing she could do.

"Okay, but you don't have to be obnoxious," she said angrily.

"I was born obnoxious."

"What do you want?"

He decided to fish. "For starters… names."

"You know about Celeste. And the two guys… I can't tell you. Believe me, they're bad. Whatever you want from me, those two would want more. They'd kill me."

Bingo again. There were two men involved, four all together. He decided to fish some more. "I just want the name of one of them. The one who did it."

"I'd have to talk to Celeste about it first."

"Okay, we'll do that later. Now, first things first." He handed her a piece of paper.

"Who's Mark Morrison?"

"An attorney here in San Francisco, and Ginny's brother."

"Her name is…"

"I know, Monet. It's a stage name. She's going to need a lot of psychiatric help. Twenty grand from you will help."

"Twenty…?"

"You can afford it."

She nodded slowly. "Are you a private detective?"

"Not exactly. You got a lawyer?"

"Yes."

"Call him, now! Set it up."

She was like a robot moving to the phone. He listened carefully as she gave her lawyer instructions and Mark's name. Then she returned to the sofa. This time she pulled her skirt down.

"Done. Shall we go to Celeste's?"

"No, there's one other thing first."

It was in his eyes as he looked at the twin swells of her breasts. There was no mistaking it.

"On one condition?"

"What?"

"You leave my family out of what happens."

He smiled. "I've never met your family." He wasn't promising anything to anyone.

He put his hand around her neck, drew her head forward and their lips met. As he kissed her, her lips parted and his tongue slipped through. He put his other hand on her breast. His fingers massaged the firm globe.

Holly put her hands on his waist and pushed against him slightly. "You know, under different conditions I wouldn't mind this at all."

"Maybe you won't anyway," Wiley said, managing somehow to keep the hardness out of his voice. "Let's see what you look like."

"All right." She stood up. "Let's go into the bedroom."

"Right here. Strip."

She hesitated. "It's nicer in the bedroom."

"Strip."

She scowled. She didn't like taking orders, but he had the upper hand and she knew it. She picked up the hem of the dress and swept it over her shoulders. Her hands went behind her back and the bra came off. She took a deep breath so that her breasts were displayed proudly. The lush tits bounced resiliently with each movement. They were firm, beautifully contoured globes of flesh, each delicately tipped with dark nipples.

Wiley's eyes told her he liked what he saw.

Without averting her eyes from his, she hooked her thumbs inside the elastic band of her panties and pushed them down. They fell softly about her ankles and she kicked them aside. His eyes fell immediately on the triangular patch between her thighs. The soft, crisp curls were already damp with passion.

He stood. "You'll do."

"You prick."

"That's right. We'll go into the bedroom now. But I'll take that drink. A shot. Bring it with you. I'll be waiting."

Three minutes later, she stormed into the bedroom. The whole weird situation had set in motion the gears of desire in her body. Her cunt was flowing like a river and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She loved kinky things and this was kinky.

He was in bed, nude with a sheet pulled up to his waist. "C'mere!"

She moved across the room, stopping only when her knees hit the side of the bed and her hairy pussy was a scant two inches from his raised face.

He took the shot glass from her hand and downed its contents. Then he smiled and threw the covers from the lower half of his body. His prick was rigid, a thick, throbbing mass of hard male meat staring up at her.

Holly gasped as she looked at the thick, upright hunk of cockmeat. He wasn't as long as Emilio, but close, and his dick was at least an inch thicker. This might turn into something after all, she thought.

He rolled off the bed and grabbed her by the shoulders. His eyes were clouded with lust as he pushed her onto the bed. Her tits strained against his chest as he covered her.

"You're a beautiful cunt," he groaned, his face smothering the rise of her tits with hurried, anxious kisses. His lips covered the large, dark nipples until she moaned and her nails dug hungrily into the hard skin of his back.

"Oh, shit!" she gasped, feeling her passion being awakened as he deftly fingered her pussy at the very top of her cleft, near her clitoris.

He guided her hand to his cock. "Play with it," he commanded, his voice heavy with lust. "Get it even harder so I can fuck the hell out of you with it."

Her fingers circled the throbbing prick. "I want this," she gasped.

"You'll get it you cunt. Don't worry about that, you'll get it all right."

Again she wondered what made him so wild. She felt his strange, almost sadistic power as she held his hot, throbbing cock in her hand and began to manipulate it back and forth. He bit harshly at her tender, voluptuous tits, sucking cruelly until she thought she would be bruised. His hands slid beneath her ass.

"Easy," she murmured.

"Fuck you," he said, and Holly gasped.

His hand closed over her cunt mound as his fingers prodded and searched between the swollen lips, rubbing them, teasing them, manipulating them until she was squirming beneath his touch.

"Oh, shit!" she cried.

She stroked his throbbing prick with nervous, fluttering gestures, then held it firmly and squeezed it so hard that he gasped as her hand crushed the resistant, spongy tissue. Her nails tickled his loose-hanging balls, flicking them back and forth between his trembling legs. He inserted one finger deep into her aching cunt, wiggling it viciously in retaliation.

"Ohhhh, not so hard!" she gasped as his nails scraped the sensitive lining of her hairy cunt. "Please, not so hard!"

"Shut up."

His fingers were mauling her tits and the flesh of her hips and buttocks. She cried in pain as she felt his other hand slip in back of her and prod cruelly at her asshole. She turned her hips slightly to avoid the harsh impalement and bit into the side of his neck.

He jerked away from her, then raised his body so that he could kneel over her. His hands and fingers twined in her hair and yanked her head so that her neck was stretched backwards on the bed.

"You want it so bad, huh?" he growled at her. She just stared at him hotly. "You want my prick rammed up your belly, and you're gonna get it, believe me!"

"Yes, yes. Hurt me!" she pleaded perversely. "Shit, you bastard, rape me! Rape the hell out of me!"