Richard Van Dorne - Ravished wife

Her hips bucked and twitched while she screamed, her face contorted in a lust-crazed mask. Her body was slick with sweat as she fought for a climax that waited deep in her wet slippery pussy, waiting for release.

Above her head the pulsating blood-filled cock twitched in eager anticipation of her lips. Quickly she raised her head and grabbed it with both hands, scraping the tender skin with her fingernails. Without hesitating she opened her jaws as wide as she could and plunged the whole massive prick into her mouth at once, nearly choking. Tears of joy flooded from her cheeks as she sucked at the throbbing shaft, sucking each drop of seeping juices that trickled from the tip.

"Oh, oooohhh," he gasped, lifting his head as her tender red lips and hot hard tongue went lasciviously back and forth along the full hardened length of his huge twitching prick.

He held his head up and began to match her bobbing head with short strokes of his own, sinking his cock deep into her hungry throat. He dropped his head and looked back at her ovalled red lips, excited even more by the picture of the twenty-year old Cuban prostitute sucking voraciously at his jerking cock as he thrust it in and out of her saliva-filled mouth.

Panting in short hard breaths he lowered his head back to the juices that flowed from between her legs. His tongue shot out in search of the ragged pink mouth of her pussy, running quickly along the soft, hair-lined slit until he found the entrance and suddenly thrust the entire length of the hard wet shaft into her aching cunt. Burying his teeth against the quivering flesh of the pink lips he simulated a cock driving unmercifully in and out of her pussy.

"Oooooohhhh," she cried as the tongue drove into her fiery vagina, rotating in small circles inside, then withdrawing and driving in again. She had only seconds left as she felt the first spasms of climax building to release. More! she thought as she thrust her hips upward to meet the tongue and the bite of teeth. More! More! More…!

He could hear her moaning as she sucked at his twitching cock. He was ready now and didn't want to wait any longer. Quickly he ran one hand around her trembling buttocks and searched for the clenching ring of her tight little anus. His balls were about to burst, but with one final effort he found the tiny hole and teased at it with his finger.

That did it!

She could stand no more as the teasing finger at her rectum forced her into a spastic clenching rhythm that set off her climax, and she threw her hips high into the air and screamed, her lips still wrapped tightly around his thrusting penis.

"Oooohhh! I'm cummmmmiing…! Ooooooh Dios, I'm cumming!"

Too much, he thought wildly as the underside of his cock suddenly jerked spastically and he felt the first rush of sperm explode in his balls. No Pam, his mind screamed, no wife can do this, she can't, Pam can't do it! And he suddenly bellowed from the deepest part of his belly, "Auuugghhhhh, I'm cummminnngg too!!! Suck Baby! Suck!"

Like a huge firehose his wildly jerking cock pumped load after load of hot, gushing sperm into the young girl's mouth and she swallowed it as quickly as she could, wanting all of the burning liquid to fill her whole body. She would save it for later and give it back to him so that she and this savior of her people could wallow in each other's flesh all night long.

Exhausted, he fell upon her, his head still buried in the soft black hair between her widely splayed thighs. Well, Pammy, he thought. You'll never match that, never in a million years.

A shiny bald head poked through the open door, its nose hawklike between two pure blue eyes.

"Boss, ya gotta minute?"

"Not just now, Carl, Goddamn it! I've got too much to do this afternoon," Wade Jackson's polished voice answered.

Carl didn't want to wait. "It's important!"

Wade Jackson sat at his desk, small stacks of papers and accountant sheets spread before him. Even though he had a small army of accountants, he always took pains to check their work over every week. "No one cheats Wade Jackson," he had once said, and so far during the last twenty years, no one had even tried.

"Christ!" he said, pausing for a moment. "Come on in."

Never one fucking minute to myself, he thought, trying to feel sorry for his executive image, an image he lived up to.

"Alright, what is it?"

Carl Pearson entered the room dressed like a typical East Coast company vice-president. His expensive three button suit fit perfectly, accented by a matching vest and blue button-down collar shirt with a carefully selected tie. He dressed his part well, always appearing to be a businessman, which he was during the day, but his nights were spent in search of new and exciting perversion, fed by an ever-growing number of young prostitutes owned by the syndicate.

"It's bad news," he said with a scowl. "We're getting trouble on two fronts."

That's all I need, Wade thought, something else to throw a Goddamned wrench into the works.

"Well, Goddamn it!" he practically yelled. "What is it this time?"

"Your friend Paula," he paused waiting to see if Wade would recognize the name. "Yeah, that's the one. She turned down a trick last night after Red called her. She said that she already had one lined up, but Red told her to come anyway."

"That's not so bad. What gives?"

"Sammy Wynn is what gives, or gets, depending on how you look at it. Paula's watchdog, George, said that Sammy and Paula got pretty thick when he came to make the collection last night, and finally left together after she had talked to Red."

"Shit," Wade whispered. "What else?"

"This is the bad one," he said taking a deep breath of reassurance. "That editor, Lee. We got a tape of him and Carmen last night. They got real chummy at the house, and she took him to her place, making her think he was a regular john.

"I suppose I could say Carmen didn't know better, but when they got to talking he convinced her to spill the beans about our organization. They had one helluva wild screwing, four times in as many hours. But afterwards she told him everything."

Wade sat silent for a moment, his hands covering his eyes. Then suddenly he slammed his fist onto the table. "That son of a bitch," he yelled. "We should have eliminated him months ago. Now he knows too much; probably wrote everything down last night."

Wade paced the floor while Carl stood patiently, waiting for orders.

"Send Red in here," he said finally. "I think we can fix everybody up with the right medicine."

Half a minute later Red came through the door, his bulk nearly filling the entire entranceway. At six-foot-six-inches he weighed two hundred and sixty-five pounds without an ounce of fat on him, except between the ears. His physical prowess and cruelty were his only assets, but good enough assets for Wade to have kept him for ten years, running hundreds of dirty errands and using his muscle wherever needed.

"Ya want me, Boss," he asked, a sheepish grin on his face.

"Of course, I do. Why do you think I called you?"

"I'm sorry, Boss," he whimpered. "I didn't think."

"You're not paid to think, right," Wade said, pausing for the big man to nod. "We've got a job to do, so I want you to listen carefully."

Wade stopped while Red settled himself in a large leather chair. If he were going to remember everything, he would have to be comfortable with nothing to distract his attention.

"You remember calling Paula last night?" he asked rhetorically. "Well, she didn't show for the trick. Do you remember what we did to her the last time she tried that?"

Red nodded again, pleased with himself that he understood everything that Wade had said. He remembered, and hoped that he could do the same to her that he had a few months ago.