Mark Carver - The naked deal

The thought of all that stuff made Jack want to vomit, but he kept her head down so she couldn't see his face.

"And that's exactly the way it happened, Carol. I met you, I fell for you and here we are, honey. That's all."

"But Jack," she persisted, her voice muffled in his shoulder, "why do you have to do this dangerous thing in Reno? If it's money you're worried about, I have four thousand dollars in my savings account."

His ears pricked up like a starving wolf hearing the distant cry of a lost lamb. Jesus Christ, she didn't mention that before!

"You can have it all," Carol was saying now, gently grinding her steaming wet crotch to his rising cock. In spite of his promise to himself, the mere mention of money automatically started a hard-on in Jack. It never failed.

"We can use that for our honeymoon," the blonde whispered in his ear, "and I'll keep my job at Apex if you want while you look for a job. Why do something dangerous, darling?"

Again Jack felt a stab of nausea in his stomach at the mention of the word job. Christ, was she serious? A house, kids, a job? He wouldn't stop vomiting for six months. But the four thousand bucks, well that was something else. Now Jack's street-cunning mind began to function like a computer, figuring all the angles with lightning-like rapidity. First, he was strongly tempted to take her for the four thousand. But that represented great danger, his instincts warned. He couldn't accept the money and pull the caper off in Reno. And besides, she wouldn't give it to him – he knew this for damn sure – until he'd actually married her.

And he was already married to Sally, who would be slightly upset, possibly to the point of grabbing a butcher knife and carving them both up like stuffed turkeys.

So that angle was out, in spite of his greed.

Besides, and he couldn't explain this to the blonde, he owed those bastards at the Green Wheel a little come-uppance, which was why he'd chosen this particular casino. That sonofabitch Lane, especially. Jack had worked there for almost a year, five years ago. During all that time, he'd methodically stolen every deck of cards in sight, with just this caper in mind. As a dealer that had been easy, since the casino didn't mind anyone pilfering something so unimportant as a deck of cards. In fact, most of the dealers did that.

But Jack had been caught stealing money too, with an agent – a redhead he was living with at the time. And they found out it was the second time he'd been caught stealing from a casino. So they'd taken him or a little ride out in the desert, and for a while Jack thought it was the final ride into the great beyond, the end of a not very noble but fairly satisfying life, a sordid life filled with cheap hotel rooms, plenty of willing pussy, not enough money, too much hustling, and always that glowing dream of Easy Street, of a hundred thousand in cool crisp cash. He remembered two big goons hauling him out of the back seat of the Caddy in the middle of nowhere, his stomach churning with icy fear, his lips moving in a silent prayer although the closest he'd ever been to a church was the nearest bar or whorehouse.

But it wasn't the final ride, although it was pretty Goddamned bad. They'd beat the shit out of him, particularly his face, busting his nose and jaw. Then they'd left him there, in the middle of the bleak fucking desert, telling him to get out of the state, that if he ever fucked with the big boys' money again, he could kiss his sweet ass goodbye forever.

He'd gotten out the next morning, half-crawling to the highway and hitching. It had taken plastic surgery to fix his face up again, but that was sort of a bonus, since he was better looking when he came out of it than when he went in. They wouldn't recognize him, not after five years and a smooth, slightly different face.

But he hadn't forgotten, and he'd waited patiently until he felt the time was perfectly ripe. And this was the time. And now, Goddammit, he was coming back to rip them off, fast and hot and heavy, so hard they'd never know what hit them.

Maybe he'd send the assholes a postcard from Acapulco.

He was suddenly aware of Carol's burning cunt grinding urgently on his hard-on, and her voice in his ear.

"Don't do it, Jack," she begged. "Don't go to Reno. Stay here with me and marry me. We'll live on my money until you get a job, and we'll buy a house and raise a family, and…"

"Forget it," he said harshly. From the look of panic on her face, he quickly corrected that. "I don't mean marrying you, Carol, I mean about Reno. I've got to go, baby, for personal reasons. I gotta do this one thing, see? And when it's over with, I'll be back here for you. Believe that, Carol. Believe me!"

For a few dangerous moments her glowing blue eyes searched his, as if seeking the truth. Then she nodded and sighed.

"Okay, Jack, if that's the way it has to be, darling. Now make love to me again… please? Please, honey?"

Shit! Jack thought with disgust. He'd be exhausted by the time he'd made the switch at the warehouse from all this fucking nervous tension and screwing and pressure. And if he didn't have it good and hard for Sally when he got back here he may as well sleep in the car. And then his way out came to him, a light flashing on in his cunning mind, like a blessed beacon on a murky night.

"Why, sure, Carol," he told her. "We've got time for just on more quickie, honey. You go down on me and get it good and wet first, see? Then we'll have a wild goodbye, okay?"

Eagerly, her blood singing with excitement, the blonde scrambled down between his legs and took his stiff rod into her burning mouth. Jack let her suck on it for a few minutes, arousing herself more than him, while he grinned at his brilliant flash. He'd fuck her, all right – exactly the way Sally had told him to. That would get his wife's rocks off for her instead, of a wild fuck, and knowing Sally, she'd be ecstatic, when he told her about Carol's wails and screams of agony.

By God, there were times when he modestly thought he was a sheer fucking genius.

"Okay, honey, that's enough," he told Carol, who was whipping her hot mouth back and forth on his prick like a suction pump on fire. She reluctantly sat up and he climbed off the bed, his long meat quivering with readiness, a drop of cum oozing out of the crimson knob.

"Now you lie on your belly with your legs folded under you and your beautiful ass up in the air," he told Carol. "This is what we call dog-style, although," he rushed on to assure her with his charming grin, "you are anything but a dog, sweetheart."

She hurried to obey, her creamy tits panting, her cunt pulsing with urgency and dripping with lust. Jack knelt on the bed behind her. He put his hands on her lush while asscheeks and spread the globes to expose her tiny brown asshole, so helpless and tender. Hot-damn, that looked tight!

"Oh Jack darling, hurry!" Carol moaned, weaving her hips impatiently. Lord, she'd never be able to get enough of his big throbbing prick, she'd chase it night and day once they were married. Dipping only the huge knob of his dick in her cuntlips, Jack wet it down while the blonde sobbed and waggled her pussy-flesh lewdly on it. He was teasing her, the darling! Slipping in only a couple inches like that, but she reveled in the tantalizing feel of his gorged meat pounding in her pussy-lips, surging with power. His cock was so big and beautiful!

"Jack? Why'd you go out? Jack! I need your hot cock, darling, why…ungh? Ungh? Aaaaaagh!"

The abrupt blazing impact of his enormous rod driving brutally into her tiny asshole sent nerve-racking bolts of sheer torture ripping through her helpless ass. Tears stung Carol's eyes and she couldn't even catch enough breath to scream. It felt as if someone had shoved a burning baseball bat up her narrow anus, only this one pounded massively with each throb new sheets of pain racked her bowels.