Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book two

"Oooohhh, fill me, fill me my darling!" she cried unintelligibly around the plundering tongue still thrust into her throat, while the seething walls of her quaking pussy sucked at the jerking cock ravenously, until it offered one final convulsive leap, the last dregs of his hot, sticky sperm sucked from it.

Braun fell forward, collapsing upon her, feeling his thick hot sperm mixed with her own delectable juices back-washing his deflated, limp prick. It seemed unbelievably and erotically without end, until she too exhaustedly gave one last spasm, quaking to a final limpness, her legs falling and protruding lifelessly on either side of his great, flabby body.

He breathed deeply, then slowly pulled himself from the semiconscious girl's form, his flaccid cock sliding from her ravaged cunt. She whimpered as he pulled free. He walked around the table to her and smiled down upon the lovely, spent face. Lifting her arm, he held the hand with the ring before her face.

"Can you see the beautiful diamond, my dear? It is your engagement ring. It sparkles, can you see?"

"I – yes, I can see."

"Concentrate on it, DesirЋe. Watch the stunning sparkle as I move it in the light. It fascinates you, doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes, it fascinates me."

After he and the girl had recovered, Braun led her through the entire post-hypnotic suggestion process and milked her brain of all secrets. He conferred with Hemmings while she contentedly sat in her trance, her mind open to all suggestion, naked, her well-fucked vagina leaking Braun's semen onto the chair. The hypnotist smoked a silent, restful pipe of Turkish mixture. He had made a great study of aphrodisiacs, a particular necessity in many cases and he supplied some to Hemmings as a favor. Then, he made sure that DesirЋe should always respond to Hemmings but should always forget whatever happened in this office as soon as she left…

The psychiatrist made her tell them everything they wanted to know about her private experiences. Hemmings was furious to learn that Priscilla Devereaux and Clete Anderson had had their way with her the night before. Taking pictures! That could only be for blackmail purposes! Without telling anyone, the preacher-doctor resolved to have revenge on the rich red-head and the corrupt sheriff. Somehow, he would have satisfaction for corrupting the beautiful young bride.

DesirЋe kicked her car and swore. Tanya raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"This damn car won't start!" DesirЋe complained, pounding the wheel.

Tanya had never seen her so furious, nor ever heard her swear. But she knew nothing about how to fix a car or make it run.

The blonde began to cry. She wanted to see Mark, so very, very much. She wanted to meet him at the airport, dressed and made-up as she was, to dazzle him and throw her arms around him. She was very happy that nothing had happened last night during her meeting with Hemmings and Dr. Braun. She remembered meeting them, speaking to Braun, having the injection in her bottom, and then talking to Braun some more. Just before leaving, he told her that she had tested negative for all the known canine diseases, but that she should return often to be monitored by Dr. Hemmings. She remembered nothing else, except that she felt very relaxed and well as she walked out with Tanya, who had been waiting for two hours talking to Hemmings in the waiting room.

Anyway, feeling clean and free of any problems with Hemmings, though with a smarting conscience for her behavior with Priscilla and Clete, she wanted to be in Mark's arms right now. To make love with him, to erase from her mind – again – the stain of her misdeeds. She knew he was coming back for a purpose, to officially initiate a hunt for Lobo, the murdering and raping wild dog, but she hoped he would at least have a half-hour for her before the meeting.

But now, she was sorely disappointed. Mark would be standing there in the airport wondering where she was while she was stuck here in the driveway with a dead motor.

DesirЋe leaned her head against the steering wheel and sobbed. Tanya tried to comfort her, but it was useless. She loved him so much and the car was depriving her of time with him that she sorely needed.

Mark Denning picked up his bag from the small carousel and looked at his watch. He was late and he hoped DesirЋe hadn't been waiting long. He hated to keep the dear, sweet angel waiting. His eyes scanned the airport and saw nothing of her dazzling beauty that was impossible to miss. But he looked again nevertheless.

Worried, he checked his watch again to see that he had read it properly. DesirЋe was never late and if she wasn't here now, then it meant something was wrong.

"Waiting for someone, handsome?" said a familiar, sultry voice.

Mark looked up. "Priscilla. What are you doing here?"

"Little Dezzy couldn't make it, darling. She was otherwise occupied, shall I say?"

"I'm in no mood for jokes. How did you know I was going to be here?"

Priscilla laughed irresistibly. "Oh, Mark, I can know anything I want to know. Don't forget who you're talking to."

"To the world's worst, scheming, spoiled brat," he retorted. "What have you done with DesirЋe?"

The auburn-haired girl laughed again. "Mark, Mark, you silly boy. Why would I do anything with her. She's a big girl and can do anything she likes, when she likes. It seems she had something else to do right now other than come for you. It's a good thing I dropped by."

"Dropped by? I really believe that."

"Well, you'd better," she said with a broad smile, taking his hand and leading him along. "My car is right out here waiting, and you'll want some time to freshen up before the town meeting."

Through the glass doors, Priscilla's car was standing at the curb in a no-parking zone, being eyed by a man in uniform. The police officer smiled and relaxed when he saw them, for both of them were well-known in the county. Still angry, and somewhat worried, Mark tossed his bag in the back seat and got in on the right side. Priscilla took the wheel.

"Listen, Priss, if this is one of your tricks…"

"When have I ever played tricks," the girl said, pulling away. "I know you're under pressure and you deserve better than you're getting. I know you've made mistakes that could come back on you big-time. You should have put a bounty on that dog and you let it go by and now six cattle and fourteen sheep have been killed, a hen house raided, and a young man mauled to death. You could have prevented it, but you didn't, and now things are coming down around your ears. Am I right?"

Mark twitched and kicked the floor. "Damn it, Priscilla, you're right. I should have stopped this before it got this far but I didn't listen to Clete. Now everything is out of hand, and from what I hear, it's more than one dog, it's a whole pack of them." Mark lit a cigarette and kicked the floor again. "Fuck! Everything is going to hell here and I had to leave important negotiations to come back and sort them out. So what's this bullshit you're giving me about DesirЋe?"

"No bullshit, Mark darling," Priscilla said smoothly. "A lot of things have happened while you were spending so much time pursuing your political career. The girl gets lonely and needs company. She's keeping it right now with one of your least favorite people." Priscilla stopped the car in front of a row of condominiums and turned off the engine.

"Stop jerking me off, Priscilla!" Mark said with growing irritation. "Tell me what you've done with DesirЋe."

"Not what I've done, lover," the girl said. "It's what she's doing right now. You let it go too long and now she just can't tear herself away. You want to know who she's with?" Priscilla drew a video tape out of her handbag. "Just come on in and take a look at this."