Still on the case of the murdered movie director at the local adult theatre, my assistant and I wanted to investigate a possible link. My initial theory focused on a connection between a haunted mansion and the legacy of a robber baron by the name of Drago Malice. He was a mysterious figure of local lore and legend who dabbled in the occult and various proclivities of BDSM. The Malice estate existed on prime land facing the Gulf of Mexico in a town called Playa de Concha. You had to use your imagination to consider the implications of the name, conch beach, and so forth. The seaside community was home to a mature upscale population.
Sexuality was openly rampant. Of that, the salacious incarnation of psychic liberation, the very essence of coming out of yourself, well, that was the interesting thing about this place. A person, a group, anyone came here free to explore the far reaches of carnality. Where the shadows beckoned the primal invitation, one could choose to accept the degradation of self. Entering selflessness, the rebellious nature of independence allowed itself to evolve. Yet, once you left the intoxicating devious realm of sexual freedom within these walls, the outer world waited. With all its oppressive and demeaning notions of normality, the selfish confines of conformity devalued the individuality of self-expression. The slaves ruled over the free persons.
In the cavernous basement of the exotic gothic styled castle, Drago constructed a multifaceted playroom to cater to every possible sexual inclination. Passageways, tunnels and interconnecting rooms added to the mystique. The Marquis de Sade would have been impressed. Anyway, Woody Long, my able-bodied coworker in my private detective agency, and I stood in the so-called dungeon mesmerized by the intoxicating effects of the atmosphere. Recovering from our sexual escapade just moments earlier, we tried to sort things. I had just fucked his ass with a strap on, and he had accepted my dominance to explore the dark regions of his mind.
Fem-dom, female domination comes in many forms, for which mutuality of consent were essential. When we entered the colossal antiquity of medieval design, our senses encountered an alternate reality that seemed to permeate the premises. Without drug or alcohol consumption on our part, we dove into a carnal stupor free to unleash our inhibitions. Inside our minds, the dungeon of delight took hold and drew us into our fascination with the shadows that cloaked our inner most thoughts. I felt a powerful allure to the potency of my femininity, a warrior female, that made my clit tingle with one orgasmic spasm after another. I really wanted to fuck my assistant.
"Damn you're a good fuck, Woody," I complimented him and massaged his shrinking penis. His cock, while not the size of horse, and I've seen those, was beautiful. "Geezus, you get a really good erection when you're all wired up, my boy toy. I mean what the fuck, pal? A nice big dick like this, Kitty's right, you should be in movies, and it's impressive."
"Thank you, boss, that's a wow, I've never had two women treat me as kind as you and Kitty do," he said, sounded like a whimper, maybe a sigh of sorts in his state of submission. Fit, hung, smart, courteous, not an asshole like most, he could be a valuable asset to anyone. "Realty comes out at a moment like this." His tongue dangled to one side of his mouth as though exhausted. "This has been an incredible morning. Fucking her, a famous adult film star, on the conference room table, and now getting fucked by you, I feel free inside my head. I'm speechless."
"I know, that's where we should be as humans, totally free, liberated beyond all those conventional constraints and silly social babble," I wanted to explain things to my younger colleague. "Liberation from all the bullshit, the mundane boring consensus," I postulated openly to him. "People aren't property, chattel, slaves, we're free spirits. We need to do what we want to do at any given moment, and not hurt anyone in the process. And, you know what?" I posed the deeper question that lingered on the surface. "Fucking is freedom. It's spiritual."
"It is," he answered simply and pondered that, at least he gave me that by what I saw in his facial expression. "I like what you said earlier, 'fuck or be fucked', that's essential."
"So, there you go," I replied gently, and caressed his amply endowed penis. Still gleaming, his cock had the slick shine of both our juices. "Damn, you have a beautiful dick, Woody." My fingers squeezed him. "And, your balls are perfect, big, full of cum, and delicious."
"Thank you, boss, and damn I love that you dominate me," Woody said with a shiver. "Oh what the hell, that's just amazing sensations. I get shudders, you're so hot and gorgeous." He rolled his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Whoa, at Kitty, geezus that's some woman."
"Yeah, thanks, pal, yep, kinda of in a mature way, for both of us. She's definitely an inspiration, and doesn't give a fuck what others think," I said desiring the compliment.
As though passing through a portal in time, both of us enjoyed the momentary role-play of divergent exceptionality. Alone but for the two us, the notion of conventional constraint surrendered to the higher sphere of unity in sensual reclamation. While I fucked him, my senses spokes streams of boundless energies in the expression of the suppressed manifestation inside me. Willingly, with a resilient receptivity, Woody relished in the brief time to be free.
For the moment, I toyed with his cock. A flash back to minutes earlier, I relished in the escape. Fucking him, jacking him off, likewise, him masturbating himself, our senses melted as one. Within the grip of twitching pubic spasm, the streaming seconds of spurting hot cum, the gush of sweet blessed orgasm, we flashed to the higher planes of ecstasy. In the sweated afterglow, the blissful mutual cumming seemed to end all too quickly. If only, I thought, you could stay right there in perpetual pleasure. Silence filled the brevity of gasping and panting.
My faux dick kept its rigid persistence, while his soaked penis began to deflate. Slowly we were back to the reality of conventional conformity. Fantasy, the dream world, someone I once knew called it the Necrospace, the alternate realm which was another reality. Inside my head, 'what if' flashed like a neon sign announcing the next X-rated movie at the local adult theater. Oh yeah, what if we could remain eternally in that exotic erotic mindscape? Orgasm upon orgasm, streams of cumming for the heightened explosion of the senses.
I sucked in a breath and imagined the walls covered in his milky cum blasts. Buckets of cum splattering in massive streams of spray, painting an awesome artistry of carnal unity. While describing the exhilaration of what cannot be fully described, the erupting orgasms and cum flooded rub of our bodies, I sensed the regretful ending of our blessed escapade.
"I'm okay with this, or that, you're a good teacher, thank you," he murmured softly, broke the silence and stared at my body. "You're gorgeous, so smart, experienced, I'm really grateful for working with you, you're an amazing person. I wanna know more, teach me."
"You betcha," I gave him with a grin. "Next time, maybe Kitty and I team teach."
Gently, he ran his strong hands over my neatly shaved pubis, up to my navel and across my breast. With a thrilled shiver, I smiled and toyed with his cock, greased, gleaming from lubricant and dripping with young ample amounts of cum. My fingers gripped him, he groaned, and a couple of droplets squeezed out of the bulbous head and oozed onto my hand. Woody shrank from hardened tree trunk to wilting flower. I sighed and wanted more, my turn to get fucked.
"Oh god that feels good," he muttered from deep inside the twitch of his groin.
"Likewise," I accepted and returned the compliment. "Back on task," I started and shifted the focus. "Let's get dressed and figure out how this place plays into the murder."
"Get the feeling we're being watched?" Woody asked after fully clothed again.
"Yep, I certainly do," I whispered and zipped my pants. "I've never actually seen them, but supposedly the structural design contains hidden passages throughout the place."
"Some like to be voyeurs," Woody added and seemed a little tired from the look on his face. "What?" He asked with a boyish grin. "You're staring at me with that gaze of yours."
"Yep, kinda eating you up on one end, and guessing you're a just a tad exhausted."
"You wore me out, boss, that was some incredible fucking and sucking." He smiled.
"And, yes, people used to want watch from those hidden places," I answered his original speculation and stood closer to him. "But, there were rumors of others."
"Ghosts?" Woody seemed bewildered in a thicket of curiosity. "Demons?"
"I don't put much stock in those kinds of things," I continued and cautiously scanned our immediate environment. "My preference is good hard reality, a stiff dick, a long tongue, strong fingers, you name it. People with a high libido need stimulation."
"I'm not much on the supernatural either," he answered with a smirk. "But, it's strange."
"Yeah, it's this place and person's imagination." I felt a shiver up my spine.
"Gulp, who's that?" Woody said in a posture that suggested he was ready to fight.
"What the fuck, I knew I felt something shift in the air," I said and wheeled around.
"We're not alone, boss," Woody echoed in an instant.
Gun? Where the fuck was my gun. Geezus it's on the floor. Sometimes I feel as though I'm slipping and missing the cues. In the archway of the entrance to the dungeon, a lone figure stood there. Shrouded in darkness I could tell the person was wearing a trench coat and a fedora. Barely in the light, shadowy, the faceless specter appeared like a black manikin.
A haze of smoke circled above the presence. There was the smell of an imported cigar, no doubt of Cuban blend. A tiny red glow emanated from the stogie as he stood there. This was a flash back and all too familiar. I knew one of his hands likely rested on a pistol and he had the advantage.
"Nice show, certainly made my day," he spoke with the sound of elegance and sophistication cloaked by the skill of an experienced operative. "I applaud your performance."
"What the fuck? I senses something out of the darkness," I quipped and reached for my gun. "Colonel Paladin Payne, U.S. intelligence, what a surprise. Enjoy the show, huh?"
"Easy, no need for a gun. I'm just an observer of human behavior. Of course, Detective Chalice, you're always good entertainment," he said with a deep tone. "I remember a time..."
"Never mind that. Are you a help or hindrance?" I demanded. "By the way, where's your sidekick, Morticia, Myla, whatever the fuck her name is? She lurking around looking for dead bodies, doing her necrophilia thing?" The sarcasm drifted like smoke. "Well?"
"My partner is always nearby. I'm here to help you," he answered and remained close to the darkness that seemed to enjoy his presence. He moved along the edges of the shadows, like an apparition, gliding easily through space. "Wanna know who did the malice?"
"Goddamn right I do," I demanded again. "I mean what the fuck do I owe this displeasure to, Colonel? You my guardian angel or something? We don't need your help."
"You always need my help, my dear," the colonel whispered eerily and stepped into the light. Handsome as he was dangerous, he looked really good. "You were my protégé once."
"I feel as though we're gonna play a game," I answered cautiously. This was a very treacherous man. At least I could see him. His partner, you'd never see her until it was too late. "Before we go deeper here and bottom out, in our little mind fuck, I wanna know where that crazy bitch is."
"That's so unladylike," a deep raspy voice came at me from a black shrouded corner of the room. The echo was a seductive sound of a witchy beguiling siren on a misty night. The echo of her tone cut through the air with razor sharp precision. I admired her and at the same time didn't trust the harpy wench as far as I could through her. "Who's your bitch, baby?"
"Wow, she has a way with words," I told the colonel. I turned to see the drifting essence of a deadly skilled operative gliding without a sound across the stone flooring. Damn, she was erotically hot and sensual. "That's my partner, Woody. Woody, this is the wicked witch, Morticia. Or, at least that's the name I used to know her by in another horror story."
"Woody? Hmmm, quite a specimen," the tall strikingly exotic beauty uttered from beneath her black fedora, slightly cocked to one side. She whipped the edge of her matching trench coat to one side and revealed a dark colored skin tight body suit. "I admired your fucking, you take it well." Woody froze as she touched him. She ran a silky brown leather gloved hand over his face. "You have a beautiful cock." She gave me a once over. "A very nice sub you have here."
"We experimenting right now with different things," I said with a sigh.
"We could do a threesome, if you want," Morticia offered sensuously with a smile that spread over wide wicked lips. "You know, a good pegging from both ends."
"Okay, enough of this tit for twat," I muttered and met her green jade eyed stare. "What the fuck do you two mercenaries want? Let's cut to the chase shall we? Well, colonel" Morticia closed in on me. "Back off bitch. You wanna fight? Come on harpy, give it your best shot." My hand was on my pistol and I was looking for an excuse to put this oversexed ghoul down. "Really?"
"Morticia, my dearest, give us a moment," the colonel interceded.
"Any time you wanna good fucking bitch, let me know," Morticia threw at me. "You'd look good all bound and gagged, spread wide, and taking my strap-on like a champ." The tall amazon moved away and slid to a nearby shadow. "You too, Woody. I can break you in ways you will enjoy beyond your wildest dreams." She blew him kiss as she pulled back with a glance at the colonel. An interesting relationship no doubt. "Love to do ya, detective. Yes, dear."
"Would you be so kind as to check the perimeter, my love," the colonel said to Morticia.
"Can I play with the sub here?" She gazed hungrily at Woody.
"Of course, please get some exercise, my dear," the colonel agreed he gave a look at Woody, still in his harness. "Would you mind briefing my partner? She loves to play games."
"Uh, hold on just a moment, I'd like to catch up on a few things first," Woody added. He glanced at the exotic yet menacing dominatrix and looked concerned. "Uh, Chrystal?"
"Wait a second," I demanded and reached for my gun, which was out reach. And, Woody was still a little tied up. That aside, he remained naked and vulnerable. "Hold on, Payne."
"Oh I fully intend to hold on, I mean, he's young, fit, hung, bet he can go a few more times," Morticia said sucked in a long breath. "Yummy, he's full of cum." She smacked a black gloved fist of one hand into the other and licked her full plump lips. "Delicious, you ever been fisted?" She taunted Woody. "I promise I'll be very gentle, work you into nice and easy."
"Payne, call off your harpy bitch and I won't kill her," I warned the colonel. At the same time, thinking I had distracted them, my gun was in reach. "Payne we work as a team."
"Morticia, stand down for the moment," the colonel responded with a grin. "Chrystal don't pull your gun, that's overly dramatic and completely unnecessary. You know Morticia likes to tease." He turned slight to one side, and said, "Morticia the restraint swing is mobile, please indulge yourself and have fun. Take the sub into one of the other rooms, teach him the ways."
"Woody, do you mind?" I said with a tinge of hesitance. "She'll be okay with you."
"Oh, please, spare me the theatrics," Morticia snarled at me. "Just a little tug job. I wanna see him cum. It'll be good for him, he'll get to exercise his prostate and that's healthy."
"She has a point, or wants to make a point with his pointer," the colonel jested. "What's a little hand job among acquaintances? So, I give you a tip, and she gets to play with his tip."
"What the fuck, Payne, you're jerking me around here," I said a little frustrated.
"As much as I would thrill at the remote possibility of jerking you off," he began slowly with his sensual quality of sardonic flare. He knew I was easy in his presence. "Not right now."
Having been able to secure from the real estate company access to the Drago estate, it was ours for the weekend. For now, I wasn't sure I wanted to spend the night here. Not because I believed in ghost, but because my imagination was pretty extraordinary. And, being a very open minded person, thoughts could conjure all kinds of paranormal anticipations. Naturally, there's no such thing, as a skeptic I need hardcore physical evidence. Nonetheless, at present, I had real spooks to deal with. Spies, spotters and the silent eyes of history, particularly from the World War II era. They were a special breed of human, very dedicated to their cause.
"Payne, he's a good guy, if she...," I started to demand from the head spook.
"It's okay," he held up hand to stop me. "She likes the gamesmanship. He'll be fine."
"I want hesitate to shoot her," I told him with a very serious look.
As the colonel and I found a nearby brown leather couch, we engaged in our discussion of mutual interest. Morticia in the meantime, gave me a salacious nod and toothy grin with perfect teeth. For a second, I imagined she had fangs. On the other hand, my carnal level kicked in. That mouth, I thought, would do erotically marvelous things on a swollen clit.
In that moment, she wheeled Woody into a side room. Interesting, I pondered, he gave me a wink and a tilt of his head as if to suggest curiosity had gotten a good grip on his testicles. Good thing he is a very healthy man. Lots of energy and good stamina. For that, I figured Woody was developing his inner slutty nature with the intrigue of submission.
"Okay, my fuck toy," Morticia whispered sneakily. "Let's use the sissy room."
"She seems to know her way around this place," I suggested to Payne.
"Of course she does," he affirmed without hesitation. "We do our homework well."
"Alright, cut to the hunt, Payne," I said with a wry hint of impatience.
"Well, we can do that too, but here's the thing," the colonel continued with a subtle hint of metaphorical impalement. "If you wanna know who did the malice, then you have to explore the palace. Loss of a movie director is not a great loss, but, loss of an investment and possible exposure of a national security interest, well that's a whole special kind of bondage."
"Love or money, two motivating factors for a crime," I tossed at him. "Old news, my friend. But, now you added a third dimension to the hardcore fucking well all want."
"Well, if you're up for it, you know it's all about the gain versus the risk, as well as potential loss," he continued and glanced at the sissy room. "She is having fun with your boy toy. This makes for a good partnership. I admire that youngling, you trained him well."
"I do my best, now what the fuck is going on?" I quizzed with a dominant tone.
"You know how this works. When you reveal secrets there are consequences." He made eye contact, he seemed interested in the possibility of stretching this relationship further. "He's taking one for the team, right?" He referred to Woody's adventure with Morbia.
"We're all willing to take one for the team," I admitted. What the fuck, you don't live forever, so you screw or get screwed. Given the acoustics, Woody's muffled whimpers, probably had a ball gag, and echoed around us. "I'd like to look in on them, make sure he's okay."
"Oh don't worry, they'll be just fine," he countered quickly. "Now, what about you? You talk a good talk, Chrystal, but how far do you walk the walk. It's one thing to play the tough guy, it's another thing to actually be tough. Lots of people spew bullshit about everything."
"I know the arrogance of our culture allows for a wide range of arrogance in stupidity," I gave him that. "Those least tested by life, often boast of their pretended wisdom."
"Naturally, it's human nature to avoid the harsh realities of human intentions," the colonel made another point, of which, I agreed. "Maybe there's things you don't want to know."
"We make sacrifices for the greater good, no matter what," I offered with a smirk. "Yeah, I can do whatever it takes." I gave him an expression of confidence and fearlessness. "I work in a world of cynical opportunism and deviant opportunity subcultures. Nothing surprises me."
"What do you consider deviant?" he countered swiftly with a lash of skepticism. At that moment squeals came from the other room. "Ah, the joys of pleasurable interrogation."
"She hurts Woody, I will kill her," I told him earnestly with a sly wink.
"She won't hurt your pet," he said convincingly. "She just needs an orgasm. So, she'll fuck him, he'll shoot cum loads, she'll have multiple orgasms, and they both release stress."
"Okay, get on with it, Payne, you wanna fuck?" I quizzed with mounting interest. "I got to give up a piece of ass for information? What is it? Who did the malice and owns the palace?"
"That did cross my mind," he said with a sensual smile. "I mean after all, you are very hot, strikingly good looking and an amazing fuck. We have a history, there was a time."
"Yeah, so, a fuck for information," I offered in a friendly way and slid closer to him. As a matter of getting things done, I'd never hesitate to trade ass for a pass. "Or, what do I get for a hand job? Listen pal, I'm open here to any possibility, because I don't bullshit people." I leaned in to him. "I already got off with Woody once today. Another orgasm would be nice."
"You know what they say, an orgasm a day, good medical advice," he added.
"Oh, fuck me, mistress, fuck me," Woody blurted out loud from the other room. The reverberation ricocheted through my head and sent chills up my spine. "Fuck yeah!"
"That's it, my little fuck toy, you go for it, take my cock," Morticia's domineering tone reverberated through the sound vents. "You like me fucking your mangina pussy."
"Oh my god, that feels good, my mistress," Woody whimpered.
"Wow, I think he's hooked on learning a new language," I muttered to Payne. "I gotta see this, geezus, I need some pictures of this fucking. Come on, you might get lucky." I took the pain in the ass by the hand and pulled him up. "This is a learning curve for my assistant."
"It will expand his consciousness and liberate his mind," Payne advised. "Only the weak fear their sexuality, while the pious deceive as the fleece the flock."
"Well said, my old friend," I let him know, as I relaxed with his presence.
"I'm in, you know me, live in the moment," he whispered sexily in my ear. "You remember that time, oh back in the old days, well you know, the old farm house?"
"Don't," I said flatly and gripped his hand. "That was a long time ago."
"Ah yes, no problem, I am at your service, my dear," he added.
Around a curvature from the main the area, the red room was filled with all manner of ointments, lubricants, sanitary wipes, and every device imaginable. For a second or two, I was taken back how everything seemed refreshed, renewed and ready for immediate application. As though time stood still and someone or something kept the parts of the whole up to date. Maybe in a supernatural sense, if one is prone in that direction, the place had a life of its own.
The air, the walls, the floors, the lights, and the very infrastructure oozed a strong sensual presence of carnality. As though normality, social conformity and so on, all the constraints a so called free society places on people, did not exist here. Over us, the aroma qualities of perfumed enticement filtered from the vents. The scent was that of sandal wood, nag champa and patchouli, mixed with red rosy flavors, and strained to a fine misty salacious allure.
Intoxicating did not fully describe the effect on the senses. This was seductive, hypnotic and dreamlike. Seemingly, the whole nature of this circular enclave had an organic quality of self-perpetuation without pause. I had the feeling more now than before that a ghostly presence lingered nearby. Maybe Drago himself never died but lived within these walls. Then again, who knows? There are things one cannot explain no matter how hard you try to understand. Nonetheless, I tried to remain a skeptic with my cynical perceptions leading the way.
"Oh what the fuck, Woody, geezus," I mumbled next to Payne. Feeling a slight stupor as if intoxicated, I sensed a foggy haze drift over the room. "You go boy," I whispered.
"Please mistress, do me long and hard," Woody moaned, glanced at me, but focused intently on her, as the tall stern faced domina poked his ass with his legs spread wide. His heels on her muscular naked shoulders, her perfectly formed breasts jiggled slightly with each forward thrust. "Thank you, mistress for fucking me." He stared at her large dark brown areola that encircled large stiffened nipples, and begged, "I want your cock mistress, fuck me, fuck me."
"Yeah, slave boy, butt bitch, you're mine, baby," Morticia demanded, yet her accent changed. She sounded distinctly British, as though she had transformed from spy to Brit dominatrix. Her beautiful naked body glistened with the sheen of sexual sweat. Strong and powerful, she was sexy in her black boots and black strap on. I felt the seduction of her presence. "You're my fuck toy now, Woody my love doll? Ah, you like this hard big dick in your ass?"
"Yes, Mistress Morticia," he whimpered, grimaced and accepted his fucking.
"That's its bitch, take my dick," she demanded with a deep raspy tone. She tossed a quick glance at me, licked her lips and winked. "You wanna be next, blondie?"
"Wow, we'll see, bitchy witch," I breathed and felt Payne's hands caress my ass. "Damn," I muttered to Payne, "I think Woody has really come out of the closet. Didn't see that coming. Wait, is that a pun?" His fingers probed the crease of my ass. "Yeah, I'd fuck her."
"Maybe," he whispered gently, with a soothing brush of his breath on my ear.
"Alright, Payne," I whipped around, met his eyes and spoke seductively. "We got a deal, right? We'll fuck and you will tell me about the cuck, and with any luck, we might help each other make a buck." I stripped as we spoke, he did likewise and looked good. Hotly naked, we were fully exposed to each other. The domina grinned and nodded. I told him, "Yep, looking good."
"You're amazing, Crystal, there just aren't many opened minded people left on the planet," Payne muttered in a way that sounded like he needed someone to talk to. "I mean, who can be like this. Talk freely, fuck as needed, fulfill inner desires, and accept each other."
"Not many, my friend," I confessed. "That's why I hang out with the free thinkers. "Too many people uptight out there, living unreal and frustrated lives, fakes and fools."
"We're liberated," he said. His guard down, his game face gone, he was exposed.
"Yes, I'll take charge here, we'll release ourselves from bondage," I whispered in his ear and he shivered. "It is irony of the present situation," I muttered and grabbed his cock.
"In bondage, we find our liberation from the captivity," he whispered back and let me have him. His steel grey eyes held mine close and receptive. "I'm submitting to you, my dear."
"Of course you are, you nasty fuck," I snarled. "Sit, stay, and hold still." While he watched me intently, I stripped him bare, me too, both naked and ready. "I'm gonna fuck you."
"I'm yours, take what you want, our deal is sealed," he whispered and gripped my thighs, dug his fingers into my flesh and held me tightly. He pulled at my ass. I was wet and ripping, he was big and hard. "Easy, fuck toy, that's it, let me guide that thing and tame it."
"You are amazing, my friend," he whispered with ghostly slant. He sucked in a breath. "I can feel your heat, your inner warmth, and the thrill carries the mind aloft." His word taunted the senses as we met at the edge where enlightenment waited. "A higher ascension in salacious relief."
"The summit is where we need to be," I mumbled while I pulled on the head of his cock. Touching the lips of my vagina, I rubbed the tip up and down. "Oh god, right there."
"Oooo," she moaned at us. "Nice baby, you go for it, fuck hard and fast."
"You betcha, bitch, that's the idea," I tossed wildly at her. "Ride the fuck toys."
Morticia, that dark evil mistress of the nether regions, looked at me with a wild-eyed smirk. She licked her lips, fucked Woody and nodded at me. Maybe, I pondered in my growing excitement, quivering deep within my vaginal gushiness that was acceptance on her part. Who knows for sure about anything? Regardless, she fucked Woody like a pro. Pumping, grinding her hips, rocking her pelvis with a powerful sexy rhythm, she bucked and fucked with passion.
"Oh yeah, bitch slutty boy," Morticia mouthed fiercely. "Take my cock in your man cunt."
"Damn," I muttered at the sight of them. My breath quickened, as I spread my thick pubic lips, all moist and glistening with carnal urgency. "Ah, nice, easy does it, let me control you." I held his huge cock, and greased it with lube we found in the room. "Geezus, you got bit." No matter what, all the psychobabble in the world explains nothing. This is what really matters. "Feel that? Feels good. Hmmm, oh yeah, whew, that's it, going in baby, gonna be balls deep."
"Oh, my god, Chrystal, you're a dream come true," he whispered with a groan.
"You betcha, my old friend, we haven't fucked in a long time," I murmured gently.
"Uh huh," he mumbled, closed his eyes and hissed a long breath.
"Do him hard and deep, baby," Morticia lashed at me with a witchy tone. I could feel her intensity. Relentlessly, she pounded Woody's ass, his eyes rolled back in his head, a broad smile on his face and his hand on his cock. "You're my fuck slut, jack it, cum for me, baby."
Her big ass caught my momentary attention. The black strap-on harness accentuated her round brown butt cheeks. That gorgeous ass rippled with sexy dimples as she moved with expert precision. For a second, as I pumped my hand up and down on Payne's bulbous dick, and squeezed his balls, I imagined fucking Morticia. With a nice big red strap on, my fantasy felt the electricity ignite my brain with me fucking her in the ass in wild reckless abandon. I watched with penetrating carnality as she galloped upon her stallion, intent on breaking him in submission.
Each time she pumped her huge black dick in his ass, he groaned and moaned, and her ass jiggled lusciously. It was as thought I could feel it permeating the air waves and intoxicating my senses. She was voluptuously beautiful, dark, big, powerful, and aggressively sexual. That turned me on. By contrast, me, peaches and cream, a slutty bleached blonde badass bitch who matched her sexiness pound for pound. We were much alike, sisters with potent sexuality. She epitomized to me the potency of a strong woman, unleashed, liberated and worldly exotic.
At the same time, my fingers worked carnal magic upon Paladin's hard erection. A supreme delicacy of sexual delight, I bent forward and nibbled the purplish head of his beautiful cock. Delicious as a cream stuffed pastry, I sucked him and lightly bit his lovely manhood. And yet, I considered his man clit a larger version of mine. That connected us in so many ways. For all his bravado, and extraordinary competence, like Woody, he had a special feminine side. As to that, I had always encouraged men to explore that part of themselves that secretly worshipped women. Neither he nor Woody were afraid that exploration, which was exciting.
"There you go, close your eyes, imagine time and space melting into one massive orgasm, I whispered and leaned forward into a squatting position. "Oh, oh, yeah, feel that."
My inner most fleshy secrets unfold, wrapped around the bloated head and demanded release. The surge of passion, ignited, stirred my insides and provoked my passion. The psychic potency of this powerful force scared the fuck out of most people. So timid and frightened by the powerful nature of such wonton abandon, many flee the liberated joys of life. For the altered state in the frolic of fucking, I pushed him into my depths. That slow press of wet flesh to gushy vaginal lips plunged me to the thrilling illumination of hot sweaty sexual unity.
"Wow, my dear," he huffed with a glaze of please bathing his face. "I sure have missed you, my old friend, oh my god, you feel wonderful. Wow, I'm speechless."
"Yeah, baby, this is it, without fear or taboo," I murmured with a guttural hint. "Oh god, I mean it's gonna be a good fucking for both of us. Love it, now take it, and give back."
Within the split second that followed, I shoved my hips down on his wonderful cock and pressed him to the hilt. I could feel him shudder as his fingers dug into my ass cheeks. Amazing, the wash of heat, rising up and flooding my inside, from brain to clit, to vagina, everywhere. In that spiritual nexus of exalted sexualis, the merger of energized searing skin upon skin, warmth of mounted tension, and entry into the realm of blissful fantasy.
An illuminated realty, the joys of fucking cannot be compared with anything else. Joyous and powerful, it's the only reality. While I squeezed the base of his cock, he held me tightly by my ass cheeks, his fingers dug in and he held me as though he wouldn't let me go. For the moment, I wanted to escape or ascend beyond this place. I hunched over him, sweat started to build up, and I controlled him. I made him mine for the moment. He would remember a good fucking.
We were captured here, where neither constraint of status quo, nor damnation of normalcy, would oppress our true internal natures. Up and down, in and out, the tip of his fleshy spear probed my pelvis to the hilt. Flooding with my dripping nectar, my essence lathered his penis, as I swallowed him in my vaginal reaches. For my hunger, I felt I needed more. Although it was a matter of minutes, more than I could count, it seemed like hours.
"Yeah, cum for me," Morticia exclaimed to Woody. "Blow that load, slut boy."
"Yes! Mistress, yes!" Woody yelled and blew his cum load in an arching stream. His milky essence shot up, bubbled over the huge head of his cock and dripped puddles from his navel to his balls. She continued to jack him with raging madness. He screamed. "Thank you, mistress!"
"That's it, do it, bitch, pump that dick and shoot that cum," she demanded and fucked him with a fury, like a jack hammer gone wild, jabbing and stabbing. "Geezus, bitch boy, nice."
Where ever that reservoir of spunk came from, I don't know, but his cum blast seemed to be an endless cummy waterfall that plastered his stomach. In that steaming fervor, I nailed Paladin with a raging sexual vengeance. I wanted to ride him with a furious fuck. Bouncing and plunging, my ass bent with potent sexual allure, my back curved sensuously, while I pounded his cock. My vagina squeeze gripped him tightly. We locked our mouths together, kissed for a panting eternity, and sucked, nibbled and licked each other's lips as though needing fleshly sustenance.
"Goddamn you, Payne," I murmured a breathy exhaled. Geezus I was huffing, harder and harder I pounded the fuck out of him. "Goddamn you," I cursed him again.
"You too, baby, I missed you too," he whispered softly and sweetly, I had him right where I wanted him. He'd tell me everything. "Oh my god, I've missed you, you beautiful, bitch."
"Fucking bastard, I hate you for running out on me, you're my bitch now," I hissed at him as I hit another blessed orgasm. Geezus, my toes curled and my back arched. Damnit that was a good one, I fucking doubled over and he caught me. "Oh my god, fuck! Goddamnit!"
"You're amazing," he heaved in a whispered guttural tone.
"Fuck you, Goddamnit you feel soooooo good!" Shaking and shivering with a burst of warmth, my mouth gulped at the air, and my head flew back. Grinding deeper, my cunt lips sucked his dick and lapped at his bulbous dick head. With wild reckless abandon, and humped him into submission. He'd do whatever I wanted after this. "Oh, fuck you!" I squealed and Morticia laughed hysterically like some maniacal harpy fiend. "Fuck you, bitch," I yelled at her.
"Anytime, baby, I'd let you fuck me any time," Morticia eerily taunted me.
"Wait your turn, bitch," I hissed at her and wanted to beat her ass.
"Do him, baby, he needs that, screw him, honey, I love it," Morticia groaned. "Hot stuff, you can fuck me any time. That ass of yours is on fire, bet you're popping some big O's." She pounded Woody, who yelped and moaned, lost in passion. "Yeah, slut boy, I got your ass."
"I'm your slut boy, mistress," Woody huffed and mumbled in surrender.
"You my bitch?" She thundered. "Tell me, you're my bitch, I own this man cunt."
"I'm your bitch, mistress," he panted and repeated his submission to her.
Watching all this was such a liberating mind fuck. As though slipping into a coma, my senses went white hot as my brain faded into deep carnal ecstasy. Orgasms rocked my insides. For seconds, as streams of dreamy light fired up my senses, my vaginal clutches gushed. My ass cheeks tightened and flexed, while my pussy muscles squeezed his cock like a steel trap. His hips arched upward, he met my thrusts, and slammed his big prick to the hilt. At the same time, I thought his endurance level would never subside. We kept pounding each other senseless.
"Geezus, Paladin, what the fuck," I whispered in his ear, and bit the lobe. My ass ground harder while I raced to the summit of volcanic cum blasts. "Your stamina is awesome, you bastard."
"Oh, baby, you're the inspiration of life itself," he muttered, grimaced and got ready.
"Fuck you," I mumbled on the verge of sexual coma, while his hands gripped my ass.
And there it came, like a blast from a firehose. The huge throb of his dick poked me deeper, while he unleashed torrents of hot erupting goo. He gushed at the same instant I came again. Sweaty and musky drenched in the sexual aroma, his cum burst filled me up. Damn, I thought to myself, he must've been storing that load up for a while. It seemed like a gallon or two.
Losing balance, my body floated, fell forward and onto the thick leather brown couch next to him. It took me willingly, as if I'd fallen into a huge soft glove. The musky smell of ancient times floated through the air. Even the dusty atmosphere wasn't a hindrance to the gut clinching ecstasy of pure orgasmic bliss. Drenched in sweat, dripping a flood of cum, I gasped for air.
He must've been building that cum load. Can't imagine with her he'd have any cum left. She was a cum sucking carnal vampire. I figured she fucked him regularly. As I bounced next to him, the springs, the cushions and padding recoiled took me in, and made squeaking sounds. Paladin cuddled me. His arms went around my shoulders and we held each other.
"Words fail me," he started to say when our eyes met. "You're wonderful."
"I know and I still hate you, but oh my god, you are one good fuck," I tormented with a grin, felt the ooze leaking out of me. She heard me. "Fuck you, bitch." He graciously handed me a clean rose scented towel. Where did that come from? Housekeeping? "Yeah, that was amazing. Thank you. A towel to wipe up, what a gentleman you can be, bastard."
"Kinda like boy scouts, always prepared," he muttered softly and gazed at Morticia.
"That's it, my slut boy, that's my man pussy, baby, oh my god!" She grinned, hissed, groaned, hunched down and jacked him, as she exploded in one orgasm after another. Like a wild banshee, she howled and screamed in her madness "Uh, oh fuck yeah, cum for me bitch."
"I'm cumming mistress!" Woody screamed as she milked him clean. His load of cum shot up like a geyser and splattered small puddles on his stomach. "Thank you, mistress."
"Damn, that's a load, bitch boy. Geezus that mangina of yours is hot. You were good, baby, loved fucking your butt cunt," Morticia complimented and leaned down to kiss him.
"Okay, we've all been happily fucked silly," I started the conversation with a long exhale. Rubbed my brow, and went on. "You owe me, Payne, pay up. Who owns the palace?"
"We do." He said it without hesitance and kissed my sweaty forehead.
"What?" I watched him standup, naked, fit and trim, ruggedly good looking. Waited for an answer. "Geezus, Paladin what the fuck." He grinned. My eyes followed his penis over to Morticia. They kissed long and hard. "Give me something here." He was still semi-hard and so was Woody. "Whew," I breathed and stuck out my tongue. "Everyone got fucked." Still naked myself, I held the warmth in my crotch and smelled the delicious aroma of sex in the air. "Nice."
"Yep, that's the bottom line, my dear," he sighed with a more relaxed hint and slowly came back to join me on the couch. "Notice this room? The reasonable upkeep?"
"Yeah, okay, yes, it could use a little more dusting, and the supplies, the accoutrements of pleasure are maintained," I noted and slung my arm over his naked shoulder. "Okay, so things have been maintained by someone. There's been reasonable upkeep, right?"
"Discreetly, it's been used on a regular basis, by us, Cucky Chucky, Kitty Kleft, a few others, on an ongoing basis. This also includes the now deceased movie director." Paladin lounged casually, while Morticia located a huge picnic basket across the room. "Lunch?"
"How about some snacks," Morticia announced. "I'm famished after that amazing fuck."
Without further hesitance, Morticia pulled out a service cart and set up a mini buffet. Complete with miniature wine bottles, cheeses, cold cuts and an assortment of hors d'oeuvre. Several types of relishes, condiments and so forth complimented her assembly of small sandwiches. Nakedly glistening with sweat, still wearing her strap on, she sorted out the refreshments.
"Woody, my darling slave boy," Morticia said and wheeled around on a spiked heel in his direction. "You're a marvelous submissive, now get over here and eat something."
"Nicely done, bitch," I taunted her. We got up and joined them. "Paladin, more data."
"Of course," he agreed as we sat on bar stools around the circular serving cart. "Well, my dear, here's the thing. The old mansion," he added with a wave of one hand, "has been used as a front for various enterprises of a national interest. Drago Malice, who owned this palace, committed plenty of malice on behalf of the U.S. government. We appreciate that."
"Go figure," I snarled slightly and enjoyed a mouthful of salmon sandwich. Ah yes, a scoop of caviar on a rye cracker was good too, followed by swig of champagne. "I'm not surprised."
"So, when it came time for Drago to depart this earth," he continued and looked scrumptious nakedly straddling the stool. "Title to this very valuable piece of property fell to a particular real estate company, known as Coastal Investments Associates."
"The C.I.A.," I mumbled with sarcasm while chewing a piece of lobster. "Of course."
"Yeah, bitch in heat, you're now part of the history," Morticia interjected.
"You see my dear, we need your help," Paladin continued. "But, I'll get to that." He patted my arm with an affectionate hint. "You good at math? Figure things in your head?"
"Yep, for the most things, what'da ya got?" I wanted to know the rest of the story.
"What do you figure a ton of ancient Spanish gold is worth?" He proposed. "That is when you factor in the historic value from the 1500's. You imagine that's a lot of value?"
"We talking a short ton, U.S., or a long ton, U.K.?" I asked and played along.
"A short ton," he quickly offered. "We'll consider long tonnage later. But, for now..."
"Okay, give or take, market prices, about $41, 600, 000," I answered. "And..."
"On the dark web, due to the historic nature, worth a lot more," he added. "Minimum value, in the neighborhood of $50 million. That's just for starters, this place is valuable."
"This is about a murder for gold?" I immediately quizzed him.
"Not entirely," he swiftly sought to correct my inference. "There's more. "The special basement, the red room, there's a file. That's worth a lot for the information."
He stood up and his nakedness still impressed me. Semi-hard, that cock was nice. Geezus, I'd fuck him again just for the fuck of it. His penis glistened with my ooze and I was still dripping. Paladin kept my gaze and poured himself a drink. Morticia played with Woody's cock.
"What's in the file, Payne?" I demanded in a lower tone and brushed a finger over my clit.
"The whereabouts of a Nazi sub," he said with a sigh. "Top secret information, and..."
"Geezus, a fucking Nazi sub?" I blurted and Woody came to a sitting position.
"Scientific data on board, plus a treasure trove of gold and platinum bars," he told me. "The U-boat was high-jacked by the OSS but sunk due to mechanical malfunction. It contains," he slowly eased over to me with a glass of champagne. I eyed it carefully. "It's not drugged, Chrystal."
"Goddamn, what the hell did Cucky and Kitty get into?" I blurted and sipped, and walked toward Woody. "Woody, get up, lick her cock for her and get a drink, you need one."
"Cucky Chucky knew exactly what he was doing, smart guy, very open minded where sex and business is concerned," Payne continued and got closer to me. "He's being protected by us. The valued of that sub and its contents is priceless. The gold and platinum alone is worth hundreds of millions. Poor old Kitty, bless her heart, she's literally sitting on a gold mine herself."
"My god, Payne," I heaved a long hiss and glanced at the Domina Morticia. "Billions?"
"Cucky Chucky is a billionaire, with us as a silent partner," Payne said further. "In the midst of blow job, Kitty is sucking off the movie director. You're old pal, Tacky, shows up."
"He was in love with Kitty," I concluded and sucked in a breath. "The .38 snub nose, that's what he carried under his fat belly. The murder is just an inconvenient mishap."
"A jealous rage, the movie director taunted Tacky, teased him, bullied him, but the bodyguard loved Kitty," Paladin continued to explain. "The Tuna, old tony is none the wiser."
"Who owns the palace?" I pondered aloud. "You and Cucky."
"The cops will arrest Tacky, and national security will remain intact," he added.
Sexuality was openly rampant. Of that, the salacious incarnation of psychic liberation, the very essence of coming out of yourself, well, that was the interesting thing about this place. A person, a group, anyone came here free to explore the far reaches of carnality. Where the shadows beckoned the primal invitation, one could choose to accept the degradation of self. Entering selflessness, the rebellious nature of independence allowed itself to evolve. Yet, once you left the intoxicating devious realm of sexual freedom within these walls, the outer world waited. With all its oppressive and demeaning notions of normality, the selfish confines of conformity devalued the individuality of self-expression. The slaves ruled over the free persons.
In the cavernous basement of the exotic gothic styled castle, Drago constructed a multifaceted playroom to cater to every possible sexual inclination. Passageways, tunnels and interconnecting rooms added to the mystique. The Marquis de Sade would have been impressed. Anyway, Woody Long, my able-bodied coworker in my private detective agency, and I stood in the so-called dungeon mesmerized by the intoxicating effects of the atmosphere. Recovering from our sexual escapade just moments earlier, we tried to sort things. I had just fucked his ass with a strap on, and he had accepted my dominance to explore the dark regions of his mind.
Fem-dom, female domination comes in many forms, for which mutuality of consent were essential. When we entered the colossal antiquity of medieval design, our senses encountered an alternate reality that seemed to permeate the premises. Without drug or alcohol consumption on our part, we dove into a carnal stupor free to unleash our inhibitions. Inside our minds, the dungeon of delight took hold and drew us into our fascination with the shadows that cloaked our inner most thoughts. I felt a powerful allure to the potency of my femininity, a warrior female, that made my clit tingle with one orgasmic spasm after another. I really wanted to fuck my assistant.
"Damn you're a good fuck, Woody," I complimented him and massaged his shrinking penis. His cock, while not the size of horse, and I've seen those, was beautiful. "Geezus, you get a really good erection when you're all wired up, my boy toy. I mean what the fuck, pal? A nice big dick like this, Kitty's right, you should be in movies, and it's impressive."
"Thank you, boss, that's a wow, I've never had two women treat me as kind as you and Kitty do," he said, sounded like a whimper, maybe a sigh of sorts in his state of submission. Fit, hung, smart, courteous, not an asshole like most, he could be a valuable asset to anyone. "Realty comes out at a moment like this." His tongue dangled to one side of his mouth as though exhausted. "This has been an incredible morning. Fucking her, a famous adult film star, on the conference room table, and now getting fucked by you, I feel free inside my head. I'm speechless."
"I know, that's where we should be as humans, totally free, liberated beyond all those conventional constraints and silly social babble," I wanted to explain things to my younger colleague. "Liberation from all the bullshit, the mundane boring consensus," I postulated openly to him. "People aren't property, chattel, slaves, we're free spirits. We need to do what we want to do at any given moment, and not hurt anyone in the process. And, you know what?" I posed the deeper question that lingered on the surface. "Fucking is freedom. It's spiritual."
"It is," he answered simply and pondered that, at least he gave me that by what I saw in his facial expression. "I like what you said earlier, 'fuck or be fucked', that's essential."
"So, there you go," I replied gently, and caressed his amply endowed penis. Still gleaming, his cock had the slick shine of both our juices. "Damn, you have a beautiful dick, Woody." My fingers squeezed him. "And, your balls are perfect, big, full of cum, and delicious."
"Thank you, boss, and damn I love that you dominate me," Woody said with a shiver. "Oh what the hell, that's just amazing sensations. I get shudders, you're so hot and gorgeous." He rolled his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Whoa, at Kitty, geezus that's some woman."
"Yeah, thanks, pal, yep, kinda of in a mature way, for both of us. She's definitely an inspiration, and doesn't give a fuck what others think," I said desiring the compliment.
As though passing through a portal in time, both of us enjoyed the momentary role-play of divergent exceptionality. Alone but for the two us, the notion of conventional constraint surrendered to the higher sphere of unity in sensual reclamation. While I fucked him, my senses spokes streams of boundless energies in the expression of the suppressed manifestation inside me. Willingly, with a resilient receptivity, Woody relished in the brief time to be free.
For the moment, I toyed with his cock. A flash back to minutes earlier, I relished in the escape. Fucking him, jacking him off, likewise, him masturbating himself, our senses melted as one. Within the grip of twitching pubic spasm, the streaming seconds of spurting hot cum, the gush of sweet blessed orgasm, we flashed to the higher planes of ecstasy. In the sweated afterglow, the blissful mutual cumming seemed to end all too quickly. If only, I thought, you could stay right there in perpetual pleasure. Silence filled the brevity of gasping and panting.
My faux dick kept its rigid persistence, while his soaked penis began to deflate. Slowly we were back to the reality of conventional conformity. Fantasy, the dream world, someone I once knew called it the Necrospace, the alternate realm which was another reality. Inside my head, 'what if' flashed like a neon sign announcing the next X-rated movie at the local adult theater. Oh yeah, what if we could remain eternally in that exotic erotic mindscape? Orgasm upon orgasm, streams of cumming for the heightened explosion of the senses.
I sucked in a breath and imagined the walls covered in his milky cum blasts. Buckets of cum splattering in massive streams of spray, painting an awesome artistry of carnal unity. While describing the exhilaration of what cannot be fully described, the erupting orgasms and cum flooded rub of our bodies, I sensed the regretful ending of our blessed escapade.
"I'm okay with this, or that, you're a good teacher, thank you," he murmured softly, broke the silence and stared at my body. "You're gorgeous, so smart, experienced, I'm really grateful for working with you, you're an amazing person. I wanna know more, teach me."
"You betcha," I gave him with a grin. "Next time, maybe Kitty and I team teach."
Gently, he ran his strong hands over my neatly shaved pubis, up to my navel and across my breast. With a thrilled shiver, I smiled and toyed with his cock, greased, gleaming from lubricant and dripping with young ample amounts of cum. My fingers gripped him, he groaned, and a couple of droplets squeezed out of the bulbous head and oozed onto my hand. Woody shrank from hardened tree trunk to wilting flower. I sighed and wanted more, my turn to get fucked.
"Oh god that feels good," he muttered from deep inside the twitch of his groin.
"Likewise," I accepted and returned the compliment. "Back on task," I started and shifted the focus. "Let's get dressed and figure out how this place plays into the murder."
"Get the feeling we're being watched?" Woody asked after fully clothed again.
"Yep, I certainly do," I whispered and zipped my pants. "I've never actually seen them, but supposedly the structural design contains hidden passages throughout the place."
"Some like to be voyeurs," Woody added and seemed a little tired from the look on his face. "What?" He asked with a boyish grin. "You're staring at me with that gaze of yours."
"Yep, kinda eating you up on one end, and guessing you're a just a tad exhausted."
"You wore me out, boss, that was some incredible fucking and sucking." He smiled.
"And, yes, people used to want watch from those hidden places," I answered his original speculation and stood closer to him. "But, there were rumors of others."
"Ghosts?" Woody seemed bewildered in a thicket of curiosity. "Demons?"
"I don't put much stock in those kinds of things," I continued and cautiously scanned our immediate environment. "My preference is good hard reality, a stiff dick, a long tongue, strong fingers, you name it. People with a high libido need stimulation."
"I'm not much on the supernatural either," he answered with a smirk. "But, it's strange."
"Yeah, it's this place and person's imagination." I felt a shiver up my spine.
"Gulp, who's that?" Woody said in a posture that suggested he was ready to fight.
"What the fuck, I knew I felt something shift in the air," I said and wheeled around.
"We're not alone, boss," Woody echoed in an instant.
Gun? Where the fuck was my gun. Geezus it's on the floor. Sometimes I feel as though I'm slipping and missing the cues. In the archway of the entrance to the dungeon, a lone figure stood there. Shrouded in darkness I could tell the person was wearing a trench coat and a fedora. Barely in the light, shadowy, the faceless specter appeared like a black manikin.
A haze of smoke circled above the presence. There was the smell of an imported cigar, no doubt of Cuban blend. A tiny red glow emanated from the stogie as he stood there. This was a flash back and all too familiar. I knew one of his hands likely rested on a pistol and he had the advantage.
"Nice show, certainly made my day," he spoke with the sound of elegance and sophistication cloaked by the skill of an experienced operative. "I applaud your performance."
"What the fuck? I senses something out of the darkness," I quipped and reached for my gun. "Colonel Paladin Payne, U.S. intelligence, what a surprise. Enjoy the show, huh?"
"Easy, no need for a gun. I'm just an observer of human behavior. Of course, Detective Chalice, you're always good entertainment," he said with a deep tone. "I remember a time..."
"Never mind that. Are you a help or hindrance?" I demanded. "By the way, where's your sidekick, Morticia, Myla, whatever the fuck her name is? She lurking around looking for dead bodies, doing her necrophilia thing?" The sarcasm drifted like smoke. "Well?"
"My partner is always nearby. I'm here to help you," he answered and remained close to the darkness that seemed to enjoy his presence. He moved along the edges of the shadows, like an apparition, gliding easily through space. "Wanna know who did the malice?"
"Goddamn right I do," I demanded again. "I mean what the fuck do I owe this displeasure to, Colonel? You my guardian angel or something? We don't need your help."
"You always need my help, my dear," the colonel whispered eerily and stepped into the light. Handsome as he was dangerous, he looked really good. "You were my protégé once."
"I feel as though we're gonna play a game," I answered cautiously. This was a very treacherous man. At least I could see him. His partner, you'd never see her until it was too late. "Before we go deeper here and bottom out, in our little mind fuck, I wanna know where that crazy bitch is."
"That's so unladylike," a deep raspy voice came at me from a black shrouded corner of the room. The echo was a seductive sound of a witchy beguiling siren on a misty night. The echo of her tone cut through the air with razor sharp precision. I admired her and at the same time didn't trust the harpy wench as far as I could through her. "Who's your bitch, baby?"
"Wow, she has a way with words," I told the colonel. I turned to see the drifting essence of a deadly skilled operative gliding without a sound across the stone flooring. Damn, she was erotically hot and sensual. "That's my partner, Woody. Woody, this is the wicked witch, Morticia. Or, at least that's the name I used to know her by in another horror story."
"Woody? Hmmm, quite a specimen," the tall strikingly exotic beauty uttered from beneath her black fedora, slightly cocked to one side. She whipped the edge of her matching trench coat to one side and revealed a dark colored skin tight body suit. "I admired your fucking, you take it well." Woody froze as she touched him. She ran a silky brown leather gloved hand over his face. "You have a beautiful cock." She gave me a once over. "A very nice sub you have here."
"We experimenting right now with different things," I said with a sigh.
"We could do a threesome, if you want," Morticia offered sensuously with a smile that spread over wide wicked lips. "You know, a good pegging from both ends."
"Okay, enough of this tit for twat," I muttered and met her green jade eyed stare. "What the fuck do you two mercenaries want? Let's cut to the chase shall we? Well, colonel" Morticia closed in on me. "Back off bitch. You wanna fight? Come on harpy, give it your best shot." My hand was on my pistol and I was looking for an excuse to put this oversexed ghoul down. "Really?"
"Morticia, my dearest, give us a moment," the colonel interceded.
"Any time you wanna good fucking bitch, let me know," Morticia threw at me. "You'd look good all bound and gagged, spread wide, and taking my strap-on like a champ." The tall amazon moved away and slid to a nearby shadow. "You too, Woody. I can break you in ways you will enjoy beyond your wildest dreams." She blew him kiss as she pulled back with a glance at the colonel. An interesting relationship no doubt. "Love to do ya, detective. Yes, dear."
"Would you be so kind as to check the perimeter, my love," the colonel said to Morticia.
"Can I play with the sub here?" She gazed hungrily at Woody.
"Of course, please get some exercise, my dear," the colonel agreed he gave a look at Woody, still in his harness. "Would you mind briefing my partner? She loves to play games."
"Uh, hold on just a moment, I'd like to catch up on a few things first," Woody added. He glanced at the exotic yet menacing dominatrix and looked concerned. "Uh, Chrystal?"
"Wait a second," I demanded and reached for my gun, which was out reach. And, Woody was still a little tied up. That aside, he remained naked and vulnerable. "Hold on, Payne."
"Oh I fully intend to hold on, I mean, he's young, fit, hung, bet he can go a few more times," Morticia said sucked in a long breath. "Yummy, he's full of cum." She smacked a black gloved fist of one hand into the other and licked her full plump lips. "Delicious, you ever been fisted?" She taunted Woody. "I promise I'll be very gentle, work you into nice and easy."
"Payne, call off your harpy bitch and I won't kill her," I warned the colonel. At the same time, thinking I had distracted them, my gun was in reach. "Payne we work as a team."
"Morticia, stand down for the moment," the colonel responded with a grin. "Chrystal don't pull your gun, that's overly dramatic and completely unnecessary. You know Morticia likes to tease." He turned slight to one side, and said, "Morticia the restraint swing is mobile, please indulge yourself and have fun. Take the sub into one of the other rooms, teach him the ways."
"Woody, do you mind?" I said with a tinge of hesitance. "She'll be okay with you."
"Oh, please, spare me the theatrics," Morticia snarled at me. "Just a little tug job. I wanna see him cum. It'll be good for him, he'll get to exercise his prostate and that's healthy."
"She has a point, or wants to make a point with his pointer," the colonel jested. "What's a little hand job among acquaintances? So, I give you a tip, and she gets to play with his tip."
"What the fuck, Payne, you're jerking me around here," I said a little frustrated.
"As much as I would thrill at the remote possibility of jerking you off," he began slowly with his sensual quality of sardonic flare. He knew I was easy in his presence. "Not right now."
Having been able to secure from the real estate company access to the Drago estate, it was ours for the weekend. For now, I wasn't sure I wanted to spend the night here. Not because I believed in ghost, but because my imagination was pretty extraordinary. And, being a very open minded person, thoughts could conjure all kinds of paranormal anticipations. Naturally, there's no such thing, as a skeptic I need hardcore physical evidence. Nonetheless, at present, I had real spooks to deal with. Spies, spotters and the silent eyes of history, particularly from the World War II era. They were a special breed of human, very dedicated to their cause.
"Payne, he's a good guy, if she...," I started to demand from the head spook.
"It's okay," he held up hand to stop me. "She likes the gamesmanship. He'll be fine."
"I want hesitate to shoot her," I told him with a very serious look.
As the colonel and I found a nearby brown leather couch, we engaged in our discussion of mutual interest. Morticia in the meantime, gave me a salacious nod and toothy grin with perfect teeth. For a second, I imagined she had fangs. On the other hand, my carnal level kicked in. That mouth, I thought, would do erotically marvelous things on a swollen clit.
In that moment, she wheeled Woody into a side room. Interesting, I pondered, he gave me a wink and a tilt of his head as if to suggest curiosity had gotten a good grip on his testicles. Good thing he is a very healthy man. Lots of energy and good stamina. For that, I figured Woody was developing his inner slutty nature with the intrigue of submission.
"Okay, my fuck toy," Morticia whispered sneakily. "Let's use the sissy room."
"She seems to know her way around this place," I suggested to Payne.
"Of course she does," he affirmed without hesitation. "We do our homework well."
"Alright, cut to the hunt, Payne," I said with a wry hint of impatience.
"Well, we can do that too, but here's the thing," the colonel continued with a subtle hint of metaphorical impalement. "If you wanna know who did the malice, then you have to explore the palace. Loss of a movie director is not a great loss, but, loss of an investment and possible exposure of a national security interest, well that's a whole special kind of bondage."
"Love or money, two motivating factors for a crime," I tossed at him. "Old news, my friend. But, now you added a third dimension to the hardcore fucking well all want."
"Well, if you're up for it, you know it's all about the gain versus the risk, as well as potential loss," he continued and glanced at the sissy room. "She is having fun with your boy toy. This makes for a good partnership. I admire that youngling, you trained him well."
"I do my best, now what the fuck is going on?" I quizzed with a dominant tone.
"You know how this works. When you reveal secrets there are consequences." He made eye contact, he seemed interested in the possibility of stretching this relationship further. "He's taking one for the team, right?" He referred to Woody's adventure with Morbia.
"We're all willing to take one for the team," I admitted. What the fuck, you don't live forever, so you screw or get screwed. Given the acoustics, Woody's muffled whimpers, probably had a ball gag, and echoed around us. "I'd like to look in on them, make sure he's okay."
"Oh don't worry, they'll be just fine," he countered quickly. "Now, what about you? You talk a good talk, Chrystal, but how far do you walk the walk. It's one thing to play the tough guy, it's another thing to actually be tough. Lots of people spew bullshit about everything."
"I know the arrogance of our culture allows for a wide range of arrogance in stupidity," I gave him that. "Those least tested by life, often boast of their pretended wisdom."
"Naturally, it's human nature to avoid the harsh realities of human intentions," the colonel made another point, of which, I agreed. "Maybe there's things you don't want to know."
"We make sacrifices for the greater good, no matter what," I offered with a smirk. "Yeah, I can do whatever it takes." I gave him an expression of confidence and fearlessness. "I work in a world of cynical opportunism and deviant opportunity subcultures. Nothing surprises me."
"What do you consider deviant?" he countered swiftly with a lash of skepticism. At that moment squeals came from the other room. "Ah, the joys of pleasurable interrogation."
"She hurts Woody, I will kill her," I told him earnestly with a sly wink.
"She won't hurt your pet," he said convincingly. "She just needs an orgasm. So, she'll fuck him, he'll shoot cum loads, she'll have multiple orgasms, and they both release stress."
"Okay, get on with it, Payne, you wanna fuck?" I quizzed with mounting interest. "I got to give up a piece of ass for information? What is it? Who did the malice and owns the palace?"
"That did cross my mind," he said with a sensual smile. "I mean after all, you are very hot, strikingly good looking and an amazing fuck. We have a history, there was a time."
"Yeah, so, a fuck for information," I offered in a friendly way and slid closer to him. As a matter of getting things done, I'd never hesitate to trade ass for a pass. "Or, what do I get for a hand job? Listen pal, I'm open here to any possibility, because I don't bullshit people." I leaned in to him. "I already got off with Woody once today. Another orgasm would be nice."
"You know what they say, an orgasm a day, good medical advice," he added.
"Oh, fuck me, mistress, fuck me," Woody blurted out loud from the other room. The reverberation ricocheted through my head and sent chills up my spine. "Fuck yeah!"
"That's it, my little fuck toy, you go for it, take my cock," Morticia's domineering tone reverberated through the sound vents. "You like me fucking your mangina pussy."
"Oh my god, that feels good, my mistress," Woody whimpered.
"Wow, I think he's hooked on learning a new language," I muttered to Payne. "I gotta see this, geezus, I need some pictures of this fucking. Come on, you might get lucky." I took the pain in the ass by the hand and pulled him up. "This is a learning curve for my assistant."
"It will expand his consciousness and liberate his mind," Payne advised. "Only the weak fear their sexuality, while the pious deceive as the fleece the flock."
"Well said, my old friend," I let him know, as I relaxed with his presence.
"I'm in, you know me, live in the moment," he whispered sexily in my ear. "You remember that time, oh back in the old days, well you know, the old farm house?"
"Don't," I said flatly and gripped his hand. "That was a long time ago."
"Ah yes, no problem, I am at your service, my dear," he added.
Around a curvature from the main the area, the red room was filled with all manner of ointments, lubricants, sanitary wipes, and every device imaginable. For a second or two, I was taken back how everything seemed refreshed, renewed and ready for immediate application. As though time stood still and someone or something kept the parts of the whole up to date. Maybe in a supernatural sense, if one is prone in that direction, the place had a life of its own.
The air, the walls, the floors, the lights, and the very infrastructure oozed a strong sensual presence of carnality. As though normality, social conformity and so on, all the constraints a so called free society places on people, did not exist here. Over us, the aroma qualities of perfumed enticement filtered from the vents. The scent was that of sandal wood, nag champa and patchouli, mixed with red rosy flavors, and strained to a fine misty salacious allure.
Intoxicating did not fully describe the effect on the senses. This was seductive, hypnotic and dreamlike. Seemingly, the whole nature of this circular enclave had an organic quality of self-perpetuation without pause. I had the feeling more now than before that a ghostly presence lingered nearby. Maybe Drago himself never died but lived within these walls. Then again, who knows? There are things one cannot explain no matter how hard you try to understand. Nonetheless, I tried to remain a skeptic with my cynical perceptions leading the way.
"Oh what the fuck, Woody, geezus," I mumbled next to Payne. Feeling a slight stupor as if intoxicated, I sensed a foggy haze drift over the room. "You go boy," I whispered.
"Please mistress, do me long and hard," Woody moaned, glanced at me, but focused intently on her, as the tall stern faced domina poked his ass with his legs spread wide. His heels on her muscular naked shoulders, her perfectly formed breasts jiggled slightly with each forward thrust. "Thank you, mistress for fucking me." He stared at her large dark brown areola that encircled large stiffened nipples, and begged, "I want your cock mistress, fuck me, fuck me."
"Yeah, slave boy, butt bitch, you're mine, baby," Morticia demanded, yet her accent changed. She sounded distinctly British, as though she had transformed from spy to Brit dominatrix. Her beautiful naked body glistened with the sheen of sexual sweat. Strong and powerful, she was sexy in her black boots and black strap on. I felt the seduction of her presence. "You're my fuck toy now, Woody my love doll? Ah, you like this hard big dick in your ass?"
"Yes, Mistress Morticia," he whimpered, grimaced and accepted his fucking.
"That's its bitch, take my dick," she demanded with a deep raspy tone. She tossed a quick glance at me, licked her lips and winked. "You wanna be next, blondie?"
"Wow, we'll see, bitchy witch," I breathed and felt Payne's hands caress my ass. "Damn," I muttered to Payne, "I think Woody has really come out of the closet. Didn't see that coming. Wait, is that a pun?" His fingers probed the crease of my ass. "Yeah, I'd fuck her."
"Maybe," he whispered gently, with a soothing brush of his breath on my ear.
"Alright, Payne," I whipped around, met his eyes and spoke seductively. "We got a deal, right? We'll fuck and you will tell me about the cuck, and with any luck, we might help each other make a buck." I stripped as we spoke, he did likewise and looked good. Hotly naked, we were fully exposed to each other. The domina grinned and nodded. I told him, "Yep, looking good."
"You're amazing, Crystal, there just aren't many opened minded people left on the planet," Payne muttered in a way that sounded like he needed someone to talk to. "I mean, who can be like this. Talk freely, fuck as needed, fulfill inner desires, and accept each other."
"Not many, my friend," I confessed. "That's why I hang out with the free thinkers. "Too many people uptight out there, living unreal and frustrated lives, fakes and fools."
"We're liberated," he said. His guard down, his game face gone, he was exposed.
"Yes, I'll take charge here, we'll release ourselves from bondage," I whispered in his ear and he shivered. "It is irony of the present situation," I muttered and grabbed his cock.
"In bondage, we find our liberation from the captivity," he whispered back and let me have him. His steel grey eyes held mine close and receptive. "I'm submitting to you, my dear."
"Of course you are, you nasty fuck," I snarled. "Sit, stay, and hold still." While he watched me intently, I stripped him bare, me too, both naked and ready. "I'm gonna fuck you."
"I'm yours, take what you want, our deal is sealed," he whispered and gripped my thighs, dug his fingers into my flesh and held me tightly. He pulled at my ass. I was wet and ripping, he was big and hard. "Easy, fuck toy, that's it, let me guide that thing and tame it."
"You are amazing, my friend," he whispered with ghostly slant. He sucked in a breath. "I can feel your heat, your inner warmth, and the thrill carries the mind aloft." His word taunted the senses as we met at the edge where enlightenment waited. "A higher ascension in salacious relief."
"The summit is where we need to be," I mumbled while I pulled on the head of his cock. Touching the lips of my vagina, I rubbed the tip up and down. "Oh god, right there."
"Oooo," she moaned at us. "Nice baby, you go for it, fuck hard and fast."
"You betcha, bitch, that's the idea," I tossed wildly at her. "Ride the fuck toys."
Morticia, that dark evil mistress of the nether regions, looked at me with a wild-eyed smirk. She licked her lips, fucked Woody and nodded at me. Maybe, I pondered in my growing excitement, quivering deep within my vaginal gushiness that was acceptance on her part. Who knows for sure about anything? Regardless, she fucked Woody like a pro. Pumping, grinding her hips, rocking her pelvis with a powerful sexy rhythm, she bucked and fucked with passion.
"Oh yeah, bitch slutty boy," Morticia mouthed fiercely. "Take my cock in your man cunt."
"Damn," I muttered at the sight of them. My breath quickened, as I spread my thick pubic lips, all moist and glistening with carnal urgency. "Ah, nice, easy does it, let me control you." I held his huge cock, and greased it with lube we found in the room. "Geezus, you got bit." No matter what, all the psychobabble in the world explains nothing. This is what really matters. "Feel that? Feels good. Hmmm, oh yeah, whew, that's it, going in baby, gonna be balls deep."
"Oh, my god, Chrystal, you're a dream come true," he whispered with a groan.
"You betcha, my old friend, we haven't fucked in a long time," I murmured gently.
"Uh huh," he mumbled, closed his eyes and hissed a long breath.
"Do him hard and deep, baby," Morticia lashed at me with a witchy tone. I could feel her intensity. Relentlessly, she pounded Woody's ass, his eyes rolled back in his head, a broad smile on his face and his hand on his cock. "You're my fuck slut, jack it, cum for me, baby."
Her big ass caught my momentary attention. The black strap-on harness accentuated her round brown butt cheeks. That gorgeous ass rippled with sexy dimples as she moved with expert precision. For a second, as I pumped my hand up and down on Payne's bulbous dick, and squeezed his balls, I imagined fucking Morticia. With a nice big red strap on, my fantasy felt the electricity ignite my brain with me fucking her in the ass in wild reckless abandon. I watched with penetrating carnality as she galloped upon her stallion, intent on breaking him in submission.
Each time she pumped her huge black dick in his ass, he groaned and moaned, and her ass jiggled lusciously. It was as thought I could feel it permeating the air waves and intoxicating my senses. She was voluptuously beautiful, dark, big, powerful, and aggressively sexual. That turned me on. By contrast, me, peaches and cream, a slutty bleached blonde badass bitch who matched her sexiness pound for pound. We were much alike, sisters with potent sexuality. She epitomized to me the potency of a strong woman, unleashed, liberated and worldly exotic.
At the same time, my fingers worked carnal magic upon Paladin's hard erection. A supreme delicacy of sexual delight, I bent forward and nibbled the purplish head of his beautiful cock. Delicious as a cream stuffed pastry, I sucked him and lightly bit his lovely manhood. And yet, I considered his man clit a larger version of mine. That connected us in so many ways. For all his bravado, and extraordinary competence, like Woody, he had a special feminine side. As to that, I had always encouraged men to explore that part of themselves that secretly worshipped women. Neither he nor Woody were afraid that exploration, which was exciting.
"There you go, close your eyes, imagine time and space melting into one massive orgasm, I whispered and leaned forward into a squatting position. "Oh, oh, yeah, feel that."
My inner most fleshy secrets unfold, wrapped around the bloated head and demanded release. The surge of passion, ignited, stirred my insides and provoked my passion. The psychic potency of this powerful force scared the fuck out of most people. So timid and frightened by the powerful nature of such wonton abandon, many flee the liberated joys of life. For the altered state in the frolic of fucking, I pushed him into my depths. That slow press of wet flesh to gushy vaginal lips plunged me to the thrilling illumination of hot sweaty sexual unity.
"Wow, my dear," he huffed with a glaze of please bathing his face. "I sure have missed you, my old friend, oh my god, you feel wonderful. Wow, I'm speechless."
"Yeah, baby, this is it, without fear or taboo," I murmured with a guttural hint. "Oh god, I mean it's gonna be a good fucking for both of us. Love it, now take it, and give back."
Within the split second that followed, I shoved my hips down on his wonderful cock and pressed him to the hilt. I could feel him shudder as his fingers dug into my ass cheeks. Amazing, the wash of heat, rising up and flooding my inside, from brain to clit, to vagina, everywhere. In that spiritual nexus of exalted sexualis, the merger of energized searing skin upon skin, warmth of mounted tension, and entry into the realm of blissful fantasy.
An illuminated realty, the joys of fucking cannot be compared with anything else. Joyous and powerful, it's the only reality. While I squeezed the base of his cock, he held me tightly by my ass cheeks, his fingers dug in and he held me as though he wouldn't let me go. For the moment, I wanted to escape or ascend beyond this place. I hunched over him, sweat started to build up, and I controlled him. I made him mine for the moment. He would remember a good fucking.
We were captured here, where neither constraint of status quo, nor damnation of normalcy, would oppress our true internal natures. Up and down, in and out, the tip of his fleshy spear probed my pelvis to the hilt. Flooding with my dripping nectar, my essence lathered his penis, as I swallowed him in my vaginal reaches. For my hunger, I felt I needed more. Although it was a matter of minutes, more than I could count, it seemed like hours.
"Yeah, cum for me," Morticia exclaimed to Woody. "Blow that load, slut boy."
"Yes! Mistress, yes!" Woody yelled and blew his cum load in an arching stream. His milky essence shot up, bubbled over the huge head of his cock and dripped puddles from his navel to his balls. She continued to jack him with raging madness. He screamed. "Thank you, mistress!"
"That's it, do it, bitch, pump that dick and shoot that cum," she demanded and fucked him with a fury, like a jack hammer gone wild, jabbing and stabbing. "Geezus, bitch boy, nice."
Where ever that reservoir of spunk came from, I don't know, but his cum blast seemed to be an endless cummy waterfall that plastered his stomach. In that steaming fervor, I nailed Paladin with a raging sexual vengeance. I wanted to ride him with a furious fuck. Bouncing and plunging, my ass bent with potent sexual allure, my back curved sensuously, while I pounded his cock. My vagina squeeze gripped him tightly. We locked our mouths together, kissed for a panting eternity, and sucked, nibbled and licked each other's lips as though needing fleshly sustenance.
"Goddamn you, Payne," I murmured a breathy exhaled. Geezus I was huffing, harder and harder I pounded the fuck out of him. "Goddamn you," I cursed him again.
"You too, baby, I missed you too," he whispered softly and sweetly, I had him right where I wanted him. He'd tell me everything. "Oh my god, I've missed you, you beautiful, bitch."
"Fucking bastard, I hate you for running out on me, you're my bitch now," I hissed at him as I hit another blessed orgasm. Geezus, my toes curled and my back arched. Damnit that was a good one, I fucking doubled over and he caught me. "Oh my god, fuck! Goddamnit!"
"You're amazing," he heaved in a whispered guttural tone.
"Fuck you, Goddamnit you feel soooooo good!" Shaking and shivering with a burst of warmth, my mouth gulped at the air, and my head flew back. Grinding deeper, my cunt lips sucked his dick and lapped at his bulbous dick head. With wild reckless abandon, and humped him into submission. He'd do whatever I wanted after this. "Oh, fuck you!" I squealed and Morticia laughed hysterically like some maniacal harpy fiend. "Fuck you, bitch," I yelled at her.
"Anytime, baby, I'd let you fuck me any time," Morticia eerily taunted me.
"Wait your turn, bitch," I hissed at her and wanted to beat her ass.
"Do him, baby, he needs that, screw him, honey, I love it," Morticia groaned. "Hot stuff, you can fuck me any time. That ass of yours is on fire, bet you're popping some big O's." She pounded Woody, who yelped and moaned, lost in passion. "Yeah, slut boy, I got your ass."
"I'm your slut boy, mistress," Woody huffed and mumbled in surrender.
"You my bitch?" She thundered. "Tell me, you're my bitch, I own this man cunt."
"I'm your bitch, mistress," he panted and repeated his submission to her.
Watching all this was such a liberating mind fuck. As though slipping into a coma, my senses went white hot as my brain faded into deep carnal ecstasy. Orgasms rocked my insides. For seconds, as streams of dreamy light fired up my senses, my vaginal clutches gushed. My ass cheeks tightened and flexed, while my pussy muscles squeezed his cock like a steel trap. His hips arched upward, he met my thrusts, and slammed his big prick to the hilt. At the same time, I thought his endurance level would never subside. We kept pounding each other senseless.
"Geezus, Paladin, what the fuck," I whispered in his ear, and bit the lobe. My ass ground harder while I raced to the summit of volcanic cum blasts. "Your stamina is awesome, you bastard."
"Oh, baby, you're the inspiration of life itself," he muttered, grimaced and got ready.
"Fuck you," I mumbled on the verge of sexual coma, while his hands gripped my ass.
And there it came, like a blast from a firehose. The huge throb of his dick poked me deeper, while he unleashed torrents of hot erupting goo. He gushed at the same instant I came again. Sweaty and musky drenched in the sexual aroma, his cum burst filled me up. Damn, I thought to myself, he must've been storing that load up for a while. It seemed like a gallon or two.
Losing balance, my body floated, fell forward and onto the thick leather brown couch next to him. It took me willingly, as if I'd fallen into a huge soft glove. The musky smell of ancient times floated through the air. Even the dusty atmosphere wasn't a hindrance to the gut clinching ecstasy of pure orgasmic bliss. Drenched in sweat, dripping a flood of cum, I gasped for air.
He must've been building that cum load. Can't imagine with her he'd have any cum left. She was a cum sucking carnal vampire. I figured she fucked him regularly. As I bounced next to him, the springs, the cushions and padding recoiled took me in, and made squeaking sounds. Paladin cuddled me. His arms went around my shoulders and we held each other.
"Words fail me," he started to say when our eyes met. "You're wonderful."
"I know and I still hate you, but oh my god, you are one good fuck," I tormented with a grin, felt the ooze leaking out of me. She heard me. "Fuck you, bitch." He graciously handed me a clean rose scented towel. Where did that come from? Housekeeping? "Yeah, that was amazing. Thank you. A towel to wipe up, what a gentleman you can be, bastard."
"Kinda like boy scouts, always prepared," he muttered softly and gazed at Morticia.
"That's it, my slut boy, that's my man pussy, baby, oh my god!" She grinned, hissed, groaned, hunched down and jacked him, as she exploded in one orgasm after another. Like a wild banshee, she howled and screamed in her madness "Uh, oh fuck yeah, cum for me bitch."
"I'm cumming mistress!" Woody screamed as she milked him clean. His load of cum shot up like a geyser and splattered small puddles on his stomach. "Thank you, mistress."
"Damn, that's a load, bitch boy. Geezus that mangina of yours is hot. You were good, baby, loved fucking your butt cunt," Morticia complimented and leaned down to kiss him.
"Okay, we've all been happily fucked silly," I started the conversation with a long exhale. Rubbed my brow, and went on. "You owe me, Payne, pay up. Who owns the palace?"
"We do." He said it without hesitance and kissed my sweaty forehead.
"What?" I watched him standup, naked, fit and trim, ruggedly good looking. Waited for an answer. "Geezus, Paladin what the fuck." He grinned. My eyes followed his penis over to Morticia. They kissed long and hard. "Give me something here." He was still semi-hard and so was Woody. "Whew," I breathed and stuck out my tongue. "Everyone got fucked." Still naked myself, I held the warmth in my crotch and smelled the delicious aroma of sex in the air. "Nice."
"Yep, that's the bottom line, my dear," he sighed with a more relaxed hint and slowly came back to join me on the couch. "Notice this room? The reasonable upkeep?"
"Yeah, okay, yes, it could use a little more dusting, and the supplies, the accoutrements of pleasure are maintained," I noted and slung my arm over his naked shoulder. "Okay, so things have been maintained by someone. There's been reasonable upkeep, right?"
"Discreetly, it's been used on a regular basis, by us, Cucky Chucky, Kitty Kleft, a few others, on an ongoing basis. This also includes the now deceased movie director." Paladin lounged casually, while Morticia located a huge picnic basket across the room. "Lunch?"
"How about some snacks," Morticia announced. "I'm famished after that amazing fuck."
Without further hesitance, Morticia pulled out a service cart and set up a mini buffet. Complete with miniature wine bottles, cheeses, cold cuts and an assortment of hors d'oeuvre. Several types of relishes, condiments and so forth complimented her assembly of small sandwiches. Nakedly glistening with sweat, still wearing her strap on, she sorted out the refreshments.
"Woody, my darling slave boy," Morticia said and wheeled around on a spiked heel in his direction. "You're a marvelous submissive, now get over here and eat something."
"Nicely done, bitch," I taunted her. We got up and joined them. "Paladin, more data."
"Of course," he agreed as we sat on bar stools around the circular serving cart. "Well, my dear, here's the thing. The old mansion," he added with a wave of one hand, "has been used as a front for various enterprises of a national interest. Drago Malice, who owned this palace, committed plenty of malice on behalf of the U.S. government. We appreciate that."
"Go figure," I snarled slightly and enjoyed a mouthful of salmon sandwich. Ah yes, a scoop of caviar on a rye cracker was good too, followed by swig of champagne. "I'm not surprised."
"So, when it came time for Drago to depart this earth," he continued and looked scrumptious nakedly straddling the stool. "Title to this very valuable piece of property fell to a particular real estate company, known as Coastal Investments Associates."
"The C.I.A.," I mumbled with sarcasm while chewing a piece of lobster. "Of course."
"Yeah, bitch in heat, you're now part of the history," Morticia interjected.
"You see my dear, we need your help," Paladin continued. "But, I'll get to that." He patted my arm with an affectionate hint. "You good at math? Figure things in your head?"
"Yep, for the most things, what'da ya got?" I wanted to know the rest of the story.
"What do you figure a ton of ancient Spanish gold is worth?" He proposed. "That is when you factor in the historic value from the 1500's. You imagine that's a lot of value?"
"We talking a short ton, U.S., or a long ton, U.K.?" I asked and played along.
"A short ton," he quickly offered. "We'll consider long tonnage later. But, for now..."
"Okay, give or take, market prices, about $41, 600, 000," I answered. "And..."
"On the dark web, due to the historic nature, worth a lot more," he added. "Minimum value, in the neighborhood of $50 million. That's just for starters, this place is valuable."
"This is about a murder for gold?" I immediately quizzed him.
"Not entirely," he swiftly sought to correct my inference. "There's more. "The special basement, the red room, there's a file. That's worth a lot for the information."
He stood up and his nakedness still impressed me. Semi-hard, that cock was nice. Geezus, I'd fuck him again just for the fuck of it. His penis glistened with my ooze and I was still dripping. Paladin kept my gaze and poured himself a drink. Morticia played with Woody's cock.
"What's in the file, Payne?" I demanded in a lower tone and brushed a finger over my clit.
"The whereabouts of a Nazi sub," he said with a sigh. "Top secret information, and..."
"Geezus, a fucking Nazi sub?" I blurted and Woody came to a sitting position.
"Scientific data on board, plus a treasure trove of gold and platinum bars," he told me. "The U-boat was high-jacked by the OSS but sunk due to mechanical malfunction. It contains," he slowly eased over to me with a glass of champagne. I eyed it carefully. "It's not drugged, Chrystal."
"Goddamn, what the hell did Cucky and Kitty get into?" I blurted and sipped, and walked toward Woody. "Woody, get up, lick her cock for her and get a drink, you need one."
"Cucky Chucky knew exactly what he was doing, smart guy, very open minded where sex and business is concerned," Payne continued and got closer to me. "He's being protected by us. The valued of that sub and its contents is priceless. The gold and platinum alone is worth hundreds of millions. Poor old Kitty, bless her heart, she's literally sitting on a gold mine herself."
"My god, Payne," I heaved a long hiss and glanced at the Domina Morticia. "Billions?"
"Cucky Chucky is a billionaire, with us as a silent partner," Payne said further. "In the midst of blow job, Kitty is sucking off the movie director. You're old pal, Tacky, shows up."
"He was in love with Kitty," I concluded and sucked in a breath. "The .38 snub nose, that's what he carried under his fat belly. The murder is just an inconvenient mishap."
"A jealous rage, the movie director taunted Tacky, teased him, bullied him, but the bodyguard loved Kitty," Paladin continued to explain. "The Tuna, old tony is none the wiser."
"Who owns the palace?" I pondered aloud. "You and Cucky."
"The cops will arrest Tacky, and national security will remain intact," he added.