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Rojas Penthouse, Afterburn, Late Lunar Evening, Rojas Standard Time 02:00

The dusky lit palm trees on the walls swayed with intangible breezes.

The moans were similar to the crashing waves in the muted horizon of the palms-high to low with soft to loud. The candles scattered around the exquisite bedroom burned bright, hot, and filled the air with scent of hot linen. Britt’s defined body slow fucked Bob’s long, soft form in a rhythm that almost brought joyful tears to the latter’s eyes. Bob gripped the headboard and fought against his desire to cum in the contraption that engulfed his own erection with the prostate tease Britt’s large dick gave. Sweat coated face released gasps as Bob’s tall body thrust into the circular rotating tech piece that swallowed his rigid, rose tattooed pumper in a warm moist texture that seemed to tease every vein and hit every spot. Bob’s hips were gripped tightly in possessive embrace by Britt, who exclaimed phrases of how decadent Bob’s ass was, how it felt like a heaven he couldn’t live without.

Bob couldn’t help but buck into a back up to take Britt in deeper with a furious shout of cock drunkenness. Britt rubbed Bob’s back to slow the pace and help Bob not rush to climax. Bob couldn’t help himself and he fought to control the pace as he felt he would explode into segments in one more stroke. Britt tried to soothe him down, but Bob wasn’t having it. Until Bob felt the Cock Tech on his dick release, he was no longer gripped to the headboard. He viewed the shadow covered ceiling in surprise, then he felt Britt slide back into his ass-deep and full.

“You want to cum so badly…you want me to shoot deep so you can taste it…you think you get to dick. . . tate how this goes? No, your sweet pussy gets to hold out until I decide. . until I teach what a real cum is. . ahhh. . that’s right. .” Britt took himself into a rough dive of Bob’s asshole and stroked Bob’s big bulge in a tight expert move that made Bob yell in frustration that, somehow, he still couldn’t cum. Bob’s long legs rested bent on Britt’s ripped shoulders as Britt continued to pummel and comment through gritted teeth.

The pleasure was stratospheric in a place with little atmosphere and they both felt ethereal and titan-like. Bob’s dick wept pre-cum with giant gobs as Britt sought to split Bob open as far as their need for the ultimate went. The push-pull of the climax arrival enveloped them until the eruption occurred; deep into Bob with the long, tightly gripped explosion onto Bob’s stomach and chest.

“That’s it, Bobby, let’s get it all out of you. . . yessss,” Britt cooed as he slowly slid his cum deeper into Bob’s body and continued to milk the half erection of the cum cascade from Bob’s cock.

The post orgasmic glaze in each other’s eyes explained the lack of coherency in their pillow talk that started with Britt’s licks at the sea of cum on Bob’s chest, then transferred the protein by kiss into Bob’s mouth. Britt rubbed the unlicked cum into Bob’s skin and slowly lifted his hips up to remove his still solid dick out of Bob’s stretched sphincter. They settled into the silk pillows on the gargantuan bed. They moved away from their fuck stains and settled into Bob on his stomach and Britt at his side with his expert fingertips up and down Bob’s back. They still fought to catch breath and settle into afterglow.

They gazed starry eyed until Britt spoke in a solid, serious tone. “Have you heard the latest slander about me from your boss?”

Bob blinked bewildered that business was the conversation and he shook his head in true innocence.

“I’m being blamed for some kind of Rego massacre on the West Coast. There was an IT convention that had some kind of ‘lifestyle gathering’, and it wiped out half of the participants. Mulholland insists I caused it. I didn’t-I lost a lot of excellent people there I wouldn’t do that to my employees, my businesses.” Britt’s face grew serious, but Bob couldn’t tell if it was because of anger or to convey that Bob would be involved in shutting the rumors down. “This ugliness affects what I’m doing here-something positive for mankind. It needs to be handled at the source.”

“H-h-honestly, I-I-I-I’ve been m-m-missing my check-ins with Mulholland’s cronies. I haven’t heard a thing about any of this. I’m due to check-in today… I.I.I.I.I.I c-c-can go now and find out whatever you need me to. .” Bob stammered as he started to move away to sit up. His stomach broiled as he felt the upset Britt chose not to show.

It was met with a swift hard slap to the ass by Britt with a shake of head. “Silly boy, not till after I have you again. Eat this ass you love, suck your ass off my cock, and we shall start again.”

Phet Plasse Neighborhood, 5725 Avenue P, Afternoon

Archie walked into the large house and the stale air hit him hard. He had canceled the maid service after the events that put himself and his wife on the run. bahis firmaları He opened a small compartment next to his door and reinstated the lighting program. Illumination hit him and he saw the large portrait in the open room. He locked the door behind him, but continued to stare at the painting.

He was in his blue suit and she was in her diamond bikini on her knees beside his large leather chair in the corner of the room. He studied every inch of her and remembered the silk of her skin, the softness of her long blond hair that was straight for the longest time (but not in the portrait), the way her lips felt, and her taste.

She was gone-lost to Old Downtown’s Broken Abbey.

Incinerated.

Gone.

Forever.

From him.

He looked to his sharp right from the front foyer and into the white room. The chair in the painting was in the corner. Vintage, brown and throne-like, pensive and authoritative-they had bought it from a preacher for four dollars during Archie’s time in med school. He couldn’t stop the memories and it took his breath away as tears formed. He never cried, but he broke down at that moment. She had been his cornerstone. He had failed her continuously with ridiculous requests or desires because he could and she had been so willing to make him happiest.

He floated into easy memory.

The night he had gotten the Mulholland position and the Rojas advisement had been the divine moment of his life. The cosmic array of what Life obliged and she had. . . crawled to him with a bell around her neck, those cute kitten ears, and a leash with a note in her mouth. She had purred against his leg as he read it. . .

He was jolted out of the memory by her voice, so clear and steady, in the air.

“The cliché of high school sweethearts. . .Remember how you took my virginity in the greenhouse. . .which of your father’s friends owned that greenhouse?” her voice asked in such a breezy reminiscent way. Images of the event appeared on the walls around him.

Tears streamed down his face as he remembered with a slight smile. She had been so pure, tight, with pink puffy nipples that gave her so much pleasure when he pinched them. She had bled on her white dance team uniform and he had given her his jacket to wear around her waist. He had talked her out of keeping the bloody condom. Even then she had looked up at him with an adoration, a worship, that struck him.

“You had grown to hate it and tried to destroy it, but I was the only one who knew from where’d you come to where you are now. I was a cherished key chain of your truest past. I had grounded you even though you peacocked and pranced in status and all the easy projects you had been brought into-the sex, drugs, and violence,” her voice accused with a sweet sound of adoration.

He nodded his head. “Everything had become so simple after so many years of hard and you had grown into your role of what YOU liked-supportive and submissive. YOU had given YOUR life to ME . . . and I had taken that gift and burned it.”

Guilt engulfed him as he fell face first into the cheap but regal chair and let all the negativity of his wrongs and rights pour out in his mind. He turned around and sank into the leather with his face in his hands.

Her red sweater in class with the conservative button.

How she kissed him at their wedding in Old Man Rafferty’s barn.

How she expressed her interest out of the blue of being his complete submissive.

Then the pet play antics that he could only handle if he got what he wanted too. . .

which became her seek and find of lovers for him. . .

He felt the acidic tongue of Truth lick his soul . . he looked up and gasped in tears.

The painting of her immediately awakened and she stepped out onto the floor and got to her knees in a slow, sensual crawl, as she spoke with downcast head in continued softness.

“You had demanded I find girls for you since you suddenly had ‘an animal’ for a wife. . . I was infinitely hurt by your view and you ignored it, until you felt the need to be vindictive toward me for whatever infraction you felt I had done whether real or fake. . .you hurt me time and again. . . yet, I always obeyed without question. . . you had gotten such a rush from my pain-it was better than any drug you had taken or known. . complete dominion over another who would not or could not ever say no; no matter how hurtful it got, I always served and obeyed. . .I always primed you and the chosen cunt of the evening. . .I would suck your sweaty asshole to make your orgasm into the cunt even greater. . .”

His entire body shook as the statements resonated in his soul. He felt his heart-what was left of it-implode. He shook his head as he wailed in tears. Responsibility was too much to absorb completely. Realization almost broke his back as the sandbag of Regret landed perfectly on his shoulders and pressed him further into the aged seat of the kaçak iddaa chair. He thought of his last moments with her. His breath forcibly expelled, he shuddered, then a muted roar entered his hands. “YOU WOULD’VE NEVER BETRAYED ME. . .I HAD DOMINION, DAMMIT, I RULED YOU! I WAS THE ANSWER TO ANY QUESTION. . .I AM THE FUCKING ANSWER! I LOVED YOU AND PROTECTED YOU FROM EVERYONE! NO ONE EVER KNEW ABOUT YOU. . . KEPT YOU SAFE FROM EVERYTHING. . .”

Her beautiful, young form of yesteryear stopped only inches from his calves and she looked up with red-green eyes that made him fearful and frozen. She was his wife and. . . something else . . . he rationalized in his head that it was a guilt hallucination. . .part of his bereavement. She wasn’t real. . .

Her body moved forward to remove his pants. Her sweet, un-aged face smiled at him and he heard her voice very clear and strong in his mind.

I WANTED EVERYTHING. I SET EVERYTHING UP WHERE EVERYTHING FELL . . .BUT THAT PART OF ME IS GONE. . . NEVER TO RETURN. . BECAUSE. . .BECAUSE. . . BECAUSE THAT BITCH IN THE GOTH GET UP FUCKED US OVER. . . . RIGHT, BABY? SHE FUCKED US OVER BY MAKING ME CONFESS TO SOMETHING YOU WOULD’VE NEVER ALLOWED ME TO DO. . .

His mind raced with replies as his body shook from her cold touch and the airy slide of his pants at his ankles. His body was not his own as he leaned back into the chair and her chilly lips kissed his anus. Her tongue was wet, hungry as his asshole responded to the familiar and opened for her. The barrage of his thoughts didn’t cease.

KITTY, PUPPY, WALRUS, DINOSAUR. . . .YOU GOT TO BE YOURSELF IN A SAFE ENVIRONMENT. . .DANGEROUS PEOPLE. DANGEROUS MONEY. DANGEROUS DRUGS. WE HAD AN AGREEMENT-

She leaned back; a trail of spit string from his asshole to her lips broke as her icy fingers gripped his thighs and spread him. She was inside him deep and in slow pace before he realized his erection from her penetration. She completed his thought.

AND THAT BITCH TOOK IT FROM US! THAT BITCH WILL DIE FOR WHAT SHE DID, BABY, SHE WILL DIE FOR SPLITTING US UP. WE ARE A UNIT, BABY, WE AGREED. YOU WANTED EVERYTHING I JUST WENT WITH IT-THEN THAT BITCH TOOK YOU FROM ME.

The painful pleasure echoed somewhere in his nervous system. His fear made him clench and that seemed to make her happy as her pupils widened with desire and pre-orgasmic stare. He had never been penetrated in such a way. Never by her. . .he was entranced by her gaze at him. Ravenous for his body and the submission of his mind, her presence in his head was powerful and stung like a million wasps. His guilt quickly turned to purpose and, he felt, it was not of his doing. His thoughts were his, but not, at the same instance.

I AM THE ANSWER, BABY, LIKE ALWAYS. THAT PSYCHOTIC KILLER THAT MURDERED YOU. . .

She slid as deep as she could with a lengthy, hard clit that cut into him with every stroke, yet his ass sucked at her to give him more. She felt his anal tissue give and tear and it gave her a rush that flushed her face. Her diamond bikini pressed to the left side of her, cut into his ball sack and he winced. She smiled seductively and continued the conquest of his mind.

SHE WILL DIE IN THE UGLIEST OF WAYS. SHE WILL PAY FOR EVERYTHING BECAUSE. . .

His cock erupted in a force that made him scream and coat his stomach, but he never felt the orgasm. She didn’t stop her pace and seemed to go deeper inside him in a thicker way. A wave of pleasure hit him as if she had gifted him out of pity. His dick sputtered and jerked in ways he had never witnessed. The suction sound of his ass on her thickness echoed in the room.

He was dazed and lost.

However, his thoughts continued in their telepathy .

YOU WERE THE SWEETEST, SUPPORTIVE, INNOCENT. . . WIFE. . ALL THOSE TEARS I WATCHED YOU SHED. . BECAUSE OF THAT CUNT IN THAT BLACK AND GREY!

She licked his cum off his stomach as her final stroke inside him made her orgasm blast pussy juice aplenty inside and outside him. She felt so relieved in the success. She slurped and gave the conversation the last line.

SHE WILL DIE!

She vanished with laughter into colors that disappeared into the stale air.

He moaned, shuddered, with nods and incomprehensible words as he tried to move his mouth. His pants were torn and across the room. His hands shook from the grip on the diamond dildo and, when released, the dildo stayed in his ass. The scent of his worked anal cavity with tingling lube had filled the room. Confusion settled in, as well as the sudden painful burn in his ass, but was instantly interrupted with a purpose. . .

He knew a woman had survived the explosion-naked, and burned. He knew she was in City Hospital and he would pull strings to become her primary. He would be there to taunt, taste, and devour.

Never to be released, she would become his toy.

All kinds of experiments for her, all kinds of test, all kinds of pain for what that cunt kaçak bahis did to them.

He would avenge with a thoroughness no one would ever be able to comprehend. . .

He would avenge. . .

He would bring the pain. . .

for . . for . . for. . . .what was his dead wife’s name again?

Dreamscape, Coma

She felt herself in the thick clothing-darkly colored as the lord of the estate insisted- typical for the season-that hugged all the right spots on her fit body. She knew she was watched by the guards and other servants, but there was another set of eyes that watched her from afar. She felt the lustful gaze so clearly and it riled her to a point of distraction. She knew it had to be the Allied squad, but she wasn’t certain if it was Commander Mitchell.

She doubted it.

She had never felt such electricity with Commander Mitchell, although he insisted he felt rampaging desire in the few times they had encountered each other before she went to the Castle Hirmu. Her breath had quickened and she saw the vapor as she picked the apples in the crisp morning air. Her gut told her the eyes were at her left and masculine, he was within the walls for fact finding.

She secretly hoped it was her contact for the next phase of the mission.

She felt her tight undergarments grow warmer and wet as her excitement escaped her. She imagined his breath on her neck, his massive erection pressed hard into the backside of her layered dress, a deep and cocksure voice telling her all would be well-it was almost over. She continued to pick apples for the pie Heidi would make for that evening’s dessert, but she arched her back or bent over the bucket in exaggeration to reveal her flexibility and cleavage. She was on a mission as much as her libido. . .

Yekaterina. . . Yekaterina. . .

She recognized the voice outside of the memory of Estonia that dissipated, but she couldn’t place it. It was deep, masculine, powerful, and scary. She knew she was asleep and couldn’t wake-she had tried. She was lucid dreaming, but not. She hadn’t been called ‘Yekaterina’ for a very long while.

Flashes of memory appeared before her. . . a dark chamber filled with even darker water. . .three women. . . naked women rose from three pools and became one. . . there was a drum beat. . .whispered mystical nomenclature . . .They each put flower petals on her naked body that was secured on a St. Andrew’s Cross against an ancient, cold stone wall and chanted as they kissed her skin before the petals were placed. . . they walked toward a figure-large and in the shadows-combined themselves into one woman who knelt before the figure in the silence. . . she was in a sweaty canvas bag, carried by peasant men, brought somewhere loud and aired heavy with spice . . the light hurt her eyes as the bag was opened and she was released to a court of . . .

Yekaterina. . . .Yekaterina. . . time to remember. . .

NO SHIT. . WHO ARE YOU? WHY CAN’T I REMEMBER COMPLETELY?

Yekaterina. . .you are injured, but not for long. . .you mustn’t forget your mission. . .

WHERE IS MIKHAIL?

Memories of the blond PI clothed and otherwise flashed around her within the ether of her sleep. Their first time appeared-rough, angry, starved for contact; dual hard-bodied collision. He gripped her dishwater blond hair as he took her from behind in the library for the first time. The physical memory of him inside her rippled throughout her body. His whispered statements, sneers, shouts, and grunts layered inside her mind as the images played out. His smile. His laugh. Her intake of his exhale. His blue on hazel gaze whenever he returned home. The way he kissed and held her the first night in their bed when she had moved into the large bedroom. . .

(sigh) Yekaterina, he isn’t with you. He doesn’t know where you are. You left him.

NO, NO, I DIDN’T. I LEFT THE CASTLE FOR ONLY THE AFTERNOON — NO. . .EVENING! The images and sounds of him evaporated back into the black around her. She felt the pang of heartbreak and longing in an echo.

That is not correct, Yekaterina. You had a mission when he had a case. A case that took him away for a long while. You had been feeling the anxiousness of what is to come and you investigated alone when you shouldn’t have. You were supposed to wait a little longer.

WHO ARE YOU? I DON’T REMEMBER YOU, BUT I KNOW YOU.

You’ve also picked up a passenger. A young girl caught between and she’s attached herself to you-entangled when she caught you in the fall. Yekaterina, you’ve made a mess and I am very disappointed. You have always been a model of patience.

WHAT? I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE SAYING!

You are in a coma because you mishandled your investigation. Do you remember the explosion?

The stone floor of Broken Abbey gave way beneath her and her stomach flipped with the fall until. . . a large plasmid bubble. . burning. . .an angry young female’s voice spoke to her “You carry vengeance with a strength and persistence I admire. You will carry out mine for now.” . . brilliant multicolored flames. . . melting heat and debris. . excruciating pain. . darkness. .

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