Rod Strong - Dealing in adultery

"God!!!" Moira yelled, as her brother reached down and rubbed her extended clitoris. Her body and ass shook spasmodically as a million tiny icy impulses knifed their way through her.

Moira's knees opened all the wider now, affording her brother deeper ingress to her broiling cunt. He pounded solidly into her smoking snatch, his cock stuffing itself deep into her boiling, slithering cave.

By now, Mitch and Moira were at the brink of total fulfillment.

"Harder, Mitch," his sister suddenly said. "If you have to do it, do it right. Ram it all the way in. Screw harder, damn you." The tempestuous deluge was about to overtake her. Their pelvises slammed together again and again, in one violent collision after another.

Moira pulled her brother's face up and kissed him full on the mouth, letting her tongue mingle with his, and then she sank her teeth into his lower lips and bit hard (another picture) as the initial orgasm blasted through her entire body with cosmic force. She rocked, shuddering as if her body was about to shatter into a trillion pieces as shock after rampant shock surged through every capillary in her body. She sucked his surging cock deep into the maw of her exploding volcano, tugging so hard Mitch Evergrad was actually screaming in a strained, almost ghastly voice as his locks opened and he flooded the depths of her succulent cunt with a lava-like ocean of white spunk.

The thick warmth of his gluttonous semen, spreading through the velvety tissues of her broiling cunt caused a second orgasm to paroxysm through her trembling self. They clung to each other as if in suspended animation as Evergrad poured the contents of his swinging balls into his sister's gaping bush.

"Moira," he whispered, clutching her tightly to himself. "You're fabulous. You're terrific. I'd never dreamed you could fuck like this."

"Mitch," she murmured, clinging to him. "It was so-oo-o good. Do it again, Mitch. Do it again."

"You'll never marry Kalman Albert," he muttered. "Never. We have enough money. We don't need those millions. Besides, who wants to take chances and risk getting killed or locked up. From now on you're my own steady lady. No one else can touch you."

"But the club? What about all those other?"

"I'll take care of things Monday," he said. "Let's go upstairs."

I thought of all that had transpired when I woke Sunday afternoon. The pictures I'd taken of Mitch Evergrad would put him in my pocket for good, should I ever have to use them. They were my life insurance in a way. I didn't intend to let him know I had them unless our paths crossed directly, but they were damn good to have. I would have a second set made up and stashed with a friend who would mail them to the District Attorney in case anything ever happened to me. Incest was still a crime, and for the Elton Chief of Police to be found performing so vile an act would ruin him for good.

It was already four thirty in the afternoon, and Sunday was one day I intended to enjoy, since I would be back to work on Monday watching the final outcome of what would happen to the murder club.

It was funny in a way. I hadn't expected things to end up quite this way. Perhaps it was just as well. True, I was responsible for the aphrodisiacs in the drinks Evergrad, Moira and Kalman Albert had swallowed. But I had expected only Albert to be affected by said aphrodisiac. Now that Evergrad and his sister were under its spell it would cause things to have a happy ending. Evergrad didn't want the murder club to continue. He had discovered his best fucking partner to be his own sister. That being the case, he had no intention of letting her go to Kalman Albert. Once Albert learned Evergrad was no longer going to let him marry Moira, he would try latching onto Raquel Roberts by himself But Raquel was probably long gone by now.

I felt refreshed and strengthened from the long night and morning's rest I'd had. I dressed, went to a restaurant on Merrick Road, and had a hearty brunch. I'd figured on spending the day in a local movie house. There were a number of pictures I'd wanted to see but hadn't had the time.

"Well Mr. Fokker," a female voice said. "How about buying a lady lunch."

I looked up, and there was Ella Van, another of the winsome wenches I occasionally used in my line of work. She had long brown hair, large brown eyes, a short, cute nose, and a wide smile with extra large front teeth. Ella had a pleasing body. Her tits were a nice size, though far from mountainous. Her waist was trim enough, and her hips had a nice swell to them. She was wearing a red sweater and a gray skirt. I could see there was no bra under the sweater by the way her boobs shimmied.

"Last time I saw you, you were a blonde," I commented dryly.

"I figured it was time to go back to nature," she answered. "Too many customers liked their action with the lights on and couldn't reconcile blond head hair with brown pubic hair. I had a choice of shaving my puss or redying my hair back to its natural color. I went for the latter."

"Smart girl. A shaved snatch can turn some men off."

"How about you?"

"I like a good hole either way. Why?"

"We've never made it together, I. Will."

"So I heard Debbie left town last night on an extended vacation, which means you'll need a new number one action girl."

"And you're volunteering for the part."

"Well, I've worked for you before and you haven't had any complaints."

"True enough. But I never buy from the girls who work for me."

"What about Debbie?" she asked.

"Debbie doesn't sell. She gives free samples."

"Well I don't know about normally giving free samples, but I'm willing to audition for the part of number one hooker until Debbie comes back."

"When was the last time you saw a doctor?" I asked.

"Stop worrying," she laughed. "I get a quick check just about every morning. The doctor I go to has his own private little lab, and checks me out after each night's work is finished. I'm VD-free."

"Debbie must have taught you that."

"She's taught almost all us girls at the Elton. It costs us nearly a hundred a week, but its worth it to know we can go on working."

"How come you aren't working today?"

"C'mon, I. Will. It's Sunday. You know I don't work on Sunday. But I hear with you it isn't work, just lots of play."

"You're creating the impression I'm some kinda pimp," I told her. "Look Ella, I don't solicit for you girls. You're all on your own. Debbie and all the other girls only work for me when they're free, as you should know. I don't get any money, and as a matter of fact I usually pay you girls for what you do without raking anything off the top."

"I know," she nodded. "Chief Evergrad gets pieces of our action weekly. This way he sees to it the Mafia doesn't come into Elton and organize us girls. We're allowed to remain independent as long as we fork over to our beloved Chief of Police. But my own action has been kind of slow, lately. I'd like to be one of your regulars."

"You already are," I assured her. "I've used you more than a couple of times."

"And you've paid regularly, too. I don't have to discuss price with you. That's why, with Debbie away, I'd like to become your Number One choice whenever you need a job done."

"Ella, I take whomever I find available."

"But you always give Debbie first crack."

"She's a good kid, always hustling, if you'll pardon the pun."

"All I want is a chance. You have my phone number, but you've never used it. The only time I've ever had work from you is when I run into you in the Elton and Debbie's unavailable. Now she's away. I'd like to be first in line when you need a working girl. So unless you have plans for today, I'd like to fill it by letting you fill me in every hole I have."