Jake’s Dream Come True
By Billy_Ray77
Chapter 22
Mike got on the computer and, using the information I had gleaned from the terrorists’ minds, began his charade.
He would start posting that the user, Ameriguy34, was in some trouble and needed to disappear, but he didn’t know anyone who could get him the quality of new documents he would need to start over somewhere else.
Then he would sit back and wait for someone to contact him.
I went back into the minds of our captives. They were blindfolded as well as tied up even though I had made sure they would stay asleep until we left, but we kept our masks on. In fact, except for our eyes, we were entirely covered. I didn’t want any forensic weenie to find one of Tiffany’s long blonde hairs, or Samantha’s long red ones or even, God forbid, one of Kirstens long silky black ones and somehow trace the DNA. Unlikely, since none of us were in any databases, but anything can happen and I was trying to learn to think things through.
We’d planned on gloves, if only the surgical kind, the entire time, but once we knew the Federal Government would be crawling all over this house within a day, we sort of upped our measures and the masks stayed on as well.
Did you know it doesn’t take long for a ski mask to get uncomfortable?
The girls were figuring out how much money was in the bag.
“Still no response,” sighed Mike, scratching his head through the mask, “there are some interesting things on this computer though.”
“Like what?” I asked, taking a break from my mental voyeurism.
“The Email is cryptic and uses coded wording, but everything I need to decipher them is here. It looks like this wasn’t the only cell planning something like this. It was going to happen in what looks like about nine or ten different parts of the country and all on the same day. Target day is still a ways off, but that money was to start buying the necessary stuff, beginning with the semi. I think the Feds can use what’s here to find them all.
Samantha came into the room with the other two in tow, “Just under half a million dollars.”
Before I could react to that news, Mike called out from in front of the computer.
“Hey, Jake, see if you can dig out a password for a hidden drive partition called, ‘Havens’.”
It took a while.
“No password, but they know all about it.”
“Why wouldn’t they have the password?”
“Because It’s not for them. It’s for guys passing through. That has the locations of all the safe houses within a day or two drive. They know a couple of the closest ones, but aren’t supposed to know where all of them are.”
“Right, what they don’t know, they can’t tell. Doesn’t make any sense that they would store it on their hard drive though.”
“Oh, but it’s not on their hard drive.”
“Sure it is, it’s right here. I just can’t get into it.”
“It’s a separate, physical hard drive. The only reason they know about it is because they are supposed to destroy it if they think they are about to be found out.”
In seconds, Mike had the cover off the PC and was peering into the guts.
“Bet it’s the one marked with the bright yellow tape.”
“What do you want to do? I would like to get out of here before sun comes up.”
Mike sat back down in the desk chair and spun to face us.
“Once we get started trying to take down the mind fuckers, it’s gonna get intense, maybe even messy, don’t you think?” he asked.
“I’m hoping to avoid messy, but yeah, intense is a good word for it.”
“The kind of intense that won’t lend itself well to having jobs, right?”
“Yeah, I think I see where you’re going.”
“I hope so, I’m only leading you by the hand. So far you’ve been footing the bill, Jake, but that’s not gonna last forever. We’re gonna need cash. I say take this stash and then, if we can find out the locations of these other safe houses, take them for whatever they have. There are used for resupply and that includes money. There should be at least a few thousand at each one, probably more.”
“If we take it all,” Said Tiffany, “won’t the feds have a harder time making a case? I mean all the plans in the world aren’t worth the paper they’re written on if they don’t have the means of pulling it off. The money could prove they were really going to do it.”
“There was some det cord in the garage,” Noted Samantha, “so that should help, but I agree with Tiff.”
“Half.” I said, “We’ll take half. You’re right and Mike’s right. We are going to need money if we want to give those mind fuckers any sort of fight at all. This sort of cash will help keep us under the radar.
“These guys would probably and up in Guantanamo even without the money, but it will let the Feds know how serious this is and maybe lend a sense of urgency to tracking down the rest.”
“Didn’t you tell me once,” said Mike, “that a lot of those mind fuckers make most of their money under the table?”
“That’s what I was told by Phillip, backed up by my mom and the asshole.”
“Then every time we take down, or take out, one of the scum, we should clean them out cash-wise too.”
“Good idea, so what do you want to do with that hard drive?”
“Let me see if I can get into it, if not, I want to take it with me. There’s more than enough on the other drive to lead the Feds to other cells in on this plan, or at least other people who can lead them to other cells.”
“Aren’t we leaving these guys alive?” Asked Kirsten.
“Well, yeah.”
“Weren’t they supposed to destroy that drive?”Asked Samantha.
“Yeah.”
“So if these guys get busted, and they get the word out that they didn’t destroy it,” Added Tiffany, “what happens next?”
“All the safe houses get moved.” Concluded Mike. “Shit. We have to kill them. But even then they might move the safe houses as a precaution.”
“What if they do report the drive was destroyed?” I asked.
“Can you make them lie like that,”Asked Samantha, “you know, consistently and for the long term?”
“It won’t really be lying if they believe it to be true.”
Eight incredulous eyes peered at from behind the masks.
“All I have to do is implant a vivid memory of them destroying the drive. No worries.”
“That should work out perfectly. So I’ll plan an taking the drive no matter what, and in the meantime, while I’m waiting for a response to my plea for help, I’ll keep trying to crack it.”
“Five hours to sunrise,” Samantha said looking at the clock, “I have a feeling this is going to take some time. Can you do it?”
“I’d better get started. It has to be detailed, just so there’s no doubt in their minds that what they recall, actually happened.”
“And you have to repeat the process three times.”
“No, I’m going to give it to all of them at the same time, I have to make sure they all have an identical memory. Discrepancies might get overlooked by the other terrorists, but any mind fuckers pulling their strings could get suspicious.”
“Wait,” said Mike looking up from the keyboard, “you think think the talents are behind this? I thought these were your run of mill non-paranormal fuck wads.”
“Damn right I think the Psychic community is behind this. From what I’ve learned about them, I don’t think there are any normal fuck wads out there. There could be, but anyone with that bent gets scooped up and used. Think about it, how do guys come up with this sort of shit, and be fanatical enough to blow themselves up to do it, if there’s not a nudge or a push here and there? One or two here and there maybe, but this many all at once. There’s gonna be a Psychic involved somewhere, and I have to make sure he, or she, stays stupid where we’re concerned.”
With that, I went to work. Connecting to all three, as deeply as I needed took a lot of concentration, making sure each detail was clear and specific was draining as well.
I guess I lost track of time.
At one point I ran across some information that could prove useful, I committed it to memory and continued on.
“Jake,” said Samantha’s voice, “it’s almost sunrise, are you done?”
“Yeah,” I murmured. I was feeling woozy and when I opened my eyes, everything seemed to wobble a bit. “I’m done. Let’s go.” I couldn’t really tell, but it seemed like I wasn’t enunciating very well.
I stood up.
“And Mike, you’ll be happy to know that I found...”
“Catch him!” shouted... someone.
That’s when everything went black.
I was standing on my front porch in horror.
I couldn’t move, I tried to see an aura but couldn’t; my telekinesis wouldn’t even work.
That, however, is not why I was horrified.
Mike lay on the front lawn, dead. His body a series of bruises, welts, cuts and other angry wounds that indicated he had been savagely beaten to death.
Not far from Mike’s still form, Samantha was on her hands and knees, forced to suck some fat guy’s cock while another one fucked her from behind, Tiffany was getting roughly fucked in the ass by a monster of a gross asshole and Kirsten, sweet little Kirsten, was face up, held down by a guy under her and being brutally double raped.
She was screaming.
They all were.
“And when they get to Mexico, do you know what happens then?”
I found I could turn towards the voice, just enough to see him.
It was that fuck, Alek.
“We put them in a brothel where they...”
He paused for moment, his eyes distant and a big smile on his face.
“You really don’t want to know what will happen to them there. If they’re tough, I mean really tough, they might last a year or two.”
I found my voice.
“Stop.” I croaked.
He looked at me incredulously, “Well, what the fuck did you expect, Kid? You bring normies to go up against talents? Shit, you may as well have brought a knife to a gun fight.”
My head was again forced in the direction of the horrible atrocities.
“You can bet,” he continued, “that I sure as hell won’t wait four months to fuck that redheaded bitch. Hell, I’m gonna be all over all three of those cunts. You do have good taste in pussy, kid, I’ll give you that.”
I struggled to move, which made him laugh.
“Did you really think you could beat us?” I was spun to face him again, he was right up in my face, I was sprayed with spittle as he screamed, “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?”
Then he relaxed and giggled insanely.
“Oh, but you probably want to watch your bitches again.”
I was again spun to face the front.
“Yes, sir, they sure make a pretty little trio. Well, for now.”
He must have seen my grimace.
“Oh, don’t worry. We’re not going to kill them.”
He put a hand on my shoulder as he spoke.
“Although, it won’t take long for them to wish we would” He added with a chuckle.
Kirsten noticed me watching and screamed, “Why, Jake! Why did you let this happen? I trusted you!”
Then she went back to just plain screaming.
I was forced to watch as my three precious girls were forced to endure one savage debauchery after another, just yards away from Mike’s body, while Alek continued to tell me how much worse it would be when they were delivered to the Mexican brothel.
I fought against the unseen forces holding me. I fought with everything I had, but to no avail. I found my voice and I yelled for the anonymous men to leave the girls alone. I screamed at Alek to take me and do what he will, but to release the innocent women. I screamed some more... just to scream.
All he did was laugh even harder.>
“Jake... Jake... Wake up, Jake!”
I opened my eyes to find Samantha above me, her hands on my shoulders and a very worried look on her face.
Just then, Mike, Tiffany and Kirsten rushed in the room.
“What’s wrong?” Asked Mike. “What was all that screaming?”
I tried to talk but my throat was raw and all that came out was a hoarse rasp.
“Shh... Don’t try to talk.” said Samantha, softly, “Kirsten, go and get him some tea, not too hot.”
“Yes, Mistress.” said Kirsten, automatically.
“He was having some sort of nightmare,” she told the others, “I was in here, keeping an eye on him when all of a sudden he started murmuring and squirming around, it just kept escalating until he was thrashing around the bed and... well, you heard it.”
She still had her hands on my shoulders, her gaze returned to me and she suddenly pulled me up into her arms.
“It’s okay, baby, You’re okay. It was just a dream. Just a bad dream.”
As she held me, I realized that I was crying.
“How long?” I managed to say.
I wasn’t sure it was intelligible until Mike looked at his watch.
“Just over fifteen hours, bro. We were plenty worried. I would have taken you to the hospital, but Sam wouldn’t let me.”
“And tell them what?” She snapped, still hugging me tight. “That he’s a mind controller who spent too long planting false memories in the minds of a bunch of terrorists and passed out from... God knows what?”
“Just saying I was worried, that’s all.” Mike mumbled.
“Hey, Jake,” said Tiffany sitting on the other side of the bed and putting her hand on the back of my neck, “you can do some really neat things with that mind of yours, but no more marathon mind fuck sessions, okay? They’re starting to scare the shit out of me – and I don’t scare too easy.”
Kirsten returned with a mug, and Samantha took it from her.
“Thanks, Kirz, I appreciate it.”
“No, problem, how is he?”
“I’m fine.” I said, and this time I was pretty sure they could understand it. My throat was still on fire.
“No, you’re not fine.” said Samantha, using what I could only assume would become her ‘mom voice’. “You are going to sit there,” Tiffany and Mike were arranging pillows behind me, “and drink your tea – and no more talking.”
I did as I was told, Samantha sat right there by my side, Kirsten next to her. Tiffany sat opposite Samantha and Mike was next to her. The Lady and the Tramp were lying at my feet. If mom hadn’t had a queen size bed, it could have gotten crowded.
I sipped the tea and it helped. I didn’t try to talk anymore. I know my place and I try to be a good boy. If you had watched your wife casually cave in a man’s skull with a paperweight, you’d be a good boy too.
The mug was empty, my throat was merely sore as hell and I found I could speak.
I related my dream and by the time I finished the girls all had tears flowing freely down their faces.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you all of it.”
“You idiot.” Said Tiffany, gently.
“We’re not crying because of what you said happened to us.” said Samantha.
“We’re crying because we know how painful it must have been for you to see that.” Explained Kirsten.
While she spoke, I vividly recalled the betrayal in her eyes as she had rebuked me.
“Kirz, I’m so sorry.”
“That wasn’t me.” she said, putting her hand on my leg. “It was just a nightmare.”
“A nightmare that could come to pass,” I said. “or something close to it. I can’t allow it. We have to stop. There’s no way in hell I can risk you all. It’s too fucking dangerous. I’ll figure out a way to do it on my own.”
“I think we’re old enough to make up our own minds,” Sniffed Tiffany, tersely, “and I am a little insulted that you would think I could turn my back on you now.”
“We knew the risks going in,” offered Kirsten, “and I, for one, am in for the duration. Whatever happens.”
“Have you two forgotten that you’re only here because I mind fucked you... just so I could physically fuck you?”
“No,” Said Tiffany, “and I also haven’t forgotten that my life is lot better because you did.”
“You haven’t coerced me to do anything in the last two years,” said Kirsten, “and I’m still here.”
“How would you know?”
“I know.” said Samantha, “I know because I’ve known you all my life and you are a good person, Jake. I wouldn’t love you so dearly if you weren’t. And before you say anything, remember that I loved you long before you got any of your special abilities.”
“Ditto, bro, on all counts.”
As they spoke, I could feel their love. It was almost as invigorating as it was humbling.
“You all mean so much to me... why do I feel like I don’t deserve any of you?”
“Because you’re an idiot.” cooed Tiffany, sweetly, “Didn’t I already point that out?”
“And because you’re still feeling the effects of your dream.” Said Samantha, smiling at Tiffany’s joke.
“A dream that was total bullshit.” added Mike, “Not one body by mine? C’mon Man, get real.”
“Could I get some more of that tea?” I asked no one in particular, it had helped my throat, but I was still sore.
“Of course.” Said Kirsten, grabbing the mug.
“I’ll go with you,” offered Tiffany, climbing off the bed, “he’s been out for a long time and could probably use something to eat too.”
“You see, Jake?” Said Samantha. “You’re stuck with us. All of us. The only way you’re getting rid of us now is to majorly mind fuck us into leaving. But I don’t think even your impressive ability could do that. If you can’t make a person love someone, then you can’t make them stop loving either.”
“And believe this,” said Mike, soberly, “even if that dream was prophecy, that it was my destiny to die backing you up, I’d still be here. All the way to the end.”
Tiffany and Kirsten returned with another mug of tea and a bowl of chicken noodle soup. By the time I’d finished the soup I was ravenous.
I handed the bowl back to Tiffany.
“What’s for supper?”
“Okay,” laughed Samantha, “NOW he’s fine.”
We clambered off the bed and I was bit curious as to why I felt so energized. By all rights, I should be wiped out. After my first marathon session, when I fixed all their shell personas, I was somewhat fatigued for two days, though that may have had something to do with hot little Kirsten.
We reconvened in the kitchen and talked while Kirsten rustled up something a little more substantial than chicken soup.
“I cracked the drive while you slept,” said Mike, “I’ve got half a dozen addresses, all between six and fourteen hours away.”
“But we struck out on the fake ID front.” Said Samantha.
“No we didn’t, I found it.” I said, remembering what I had found in the terrorists’ minds.
“That’s right, just before you crashed and burned, you mentioned finding something, but you never got around to saying what it was.”
“Probably because you were busy face diving into the carpet.” Explained Tiffany.
“They have a guy in their network who does their papers. I know who he is and where to find him.”
“I bet he does good work too.” Said Samantha. “Those guys would need some solid ID to get out of the country and back in.”
“Oh yeah, you did call the Feds, right?”
“I took care of that.” Said Kirsten, stirring something in the skillet that smelled wonderful. “I used one of their own cell phones while Mike carried you out to the car.”
Samantha set out some plates and Kirsten promptly filled them with a goulash of some sort. I don’t know what all was in it, but it sure hit the spot.
“Kirz, this is amazing.” I said, breaking the golden rule of the dinner table and talking with my mouth full. I tried not to, but I couldn’t find a time it wasn’t.
Everyone nodded in agreement, showing they had more class than I did by not trying to speak.
Kirsten just blushed.
After we finished eating we started planning our next step.
The next afternoon found Mike and I sitting in my car across the street from a run down pawn shop.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Asked Mike.
“This is it.”
“Geez, you’d think they could afford a nicer place.”
“Who would look for a high end fake paper joint in a dump like that?”
“Yeah, makes sense. How do you want to play it?”
“By ear, and I don’t want to sit out here staring any longer, could look suspicious.”
“Another good point. You’re on a roll.”
We got out of the car, crossed the street and entered the shop. There was an older guy behind the counter, other than that, the place was deserted. I pretended to browse. Mike approached the counter while I stayed across the shop, closed my eyes and watched the guys aura.
It kind of grated on me that they were supposed to be backing me up, yet I was the one always bringing up the rear. But my dream was still a vivid memory and I knew the most important thing I could do was to defend my friends from being mind fucked.
His aura grew no untoward appendages, even when Mike asked about false documents, which he, of course, denied any knowledge of.
I extended an appendage of my own, made the connection, opened my eyes and approached the counter.
“I’m pretty sure you do know what he’s talking about.” I said, “And you are more than happy to help us.”
He had no choice.
We had eight by ten pictures of the girls and I made him close the shop and go to work.
He had most of the stuff ready to go, all he had to do was snap a digital images of the large pictures, take pictures of Mike an I and fill in physical descriptions.
While he worked, I rummaged through his mind and found out there was a cache of illegal weapons and explosives hidden in the basement, a pound of heroin in his apartment above the shop and close to fifty thousand dollars in the safe. Not to mention he was pretty sure a lot of the items on his shelves were hot.
All interesting, but I was looking for more information on his network. He didn’t know much. He knew who he was dealing with, but not who they were. He never saw real identification, and the guys he did business with just walked in and left without engaging in a lot of small talk.
Three hours later we walked out of the shop with a handful of phony documents. I’d put the guy to sleep as soon as he’d finished. I wiped his memory of us and hadn’t been gentle doing so. He knew who he worked for and what they were up to so I had no sympathy. We cleaned out the safe and dropped a dime to the police about what could be found above and below a certain pawn shop.
He wouldn’t wake up until the police arrived. We turned the ‘closed’ sign back around to ‘open’ and left the door unlocked.
We were ready to start. Samantha would be the first I would accompany, this time to the City’s Department of Human Resources.
But that would have to wait until tomorrow.
There was a special reason Mike and I had been the only ones to visit the pawn shop and I let him get ahead of me as we entered the house.
“Surprise!” Shouted the girls as we came through the back door into the kitchen.
Mike stopped, his jaw agape. There were streamers on all the walls, helium balloons tied to every chair and a birthday cake on the table.
“You assholes.” Was all he said. But he was smiling when he said it.
We got him every year. For some reason, he never saw it coming. Probably because his folks never threw a party on his birthday. No cake, maybe a present, but not always.
Granted we were doing it small and private this year, due to what we were up to, but he should have guessed. We had cleverly failed to mention his birthday and my guess was that he assumed we had forgotten.
Either that or he was a pretty good actor who didn’t want to spoil our fun. With Mike, the odds were in favor of the latter.
The girls had whipped up some fantastic eats and after dinner, cake and presents, we wound up in the living room, where it got a bit frisky, as usual.
But today, the usual was destined to be unusual.
We were heavy into the kissing, fondling and petting stage when I noticed that Samantha was looking in his direction, a lot.
Tiffany was just beginning to suck Mike’s cock.
Samantha gave me a quick look and I nodded. She got up from our chair, where she and Kirsten had been sucking on my neck and playing with my balls.
She put her hand on Tiffany’s shoulder and when she looked up, “Tiff, would it be alright if I cut in?” She husked, her eyes locked on Mike’s cock.
Tiffany stood up and hugged her friend.
“It’s about time.” She said, grinning, then winked and added, “Knock his socks off.”
Tiffany came over and and joined Kirsten and I on the couch. The three of us watched as Samantha knelt between Mike’s legs, her hands on his thighs. She was looking him in the eye and I knew what that sultry look did to me. He wasn’t used to it, I saw his Adams apple bob as he swallowed hard.
For some reason, God only knows why, he looked over at me.
“Happy Birthday, buddy.”
I think he tried to say thank you, but his lips were stuck to his teeth, and I’m pretty sure his tongue was as well.
“Mike?” she said, almost a whisper. “would you like to be with me?”
“C’mere.” He said in a low growl.
She rose up and he took her in his arms, they kissed. Slowly at first, almost tentative, then the passion took over. His hands explored her statuesque body, gently kneading her firm breasts, caressing her round buttocks and freely running up and down the enticing curves of her back and sides.
She straddled his legs, holding his head in her hands she kissed him with a fiery lust and caused his cock to jump.
After a few minutes of this, she slid down and took him in her mouth. He gasped as she began working in earnest.
To be honest, I don’t know how he withstood it without cumming. I rarely did. When he decided he’d had enough, he picked her up as he stood, turned and sat her down where he had been. He started at her neck, kissing and suckling down to her rigid nipples where he dawdled for bit before continuing down the the soft hot flesh of the most perfect pussy in the world. Well, one of the three most perfect pussies in the world.
He must have given better than he got because she did cum.
Then they switched places again and she was straddling him, his head in her soft hands as she looked deeply into his eyes.
“You know I love you, Mike.”
“I know, and I love you, Sam.”
“I’m so happy I can show you in this way.”
Before he could respond, she rose up and slid her tiny tightness over his rigid manhood.
He gasped, then let out a long, low moan.
Her body pressed against him, she rode his cock in slow slinky waves, her mouth locked on his.
That’s right.
I was watching my wife make love to another man and it didn’t bother me in the least.
But, Samantha wasn’t the only hot wife here, I was reminded when I felt Tiffany’s soft lips suckling the nape of my neck.
She was kneeling beside me, her thighs parallel with mine, her body turned towards me. Her arms were around me and those beautiful, full tits pressed against me.
She looked up and I looked into her eyes, noticing Kirsten had moved to her own chair and was just watching. She knew this was sort of a special moment for the four of us and I guess she didn’t want to intrude.
“I can’t wait to fuck you again, Jake.”
I put a serious look on my face.
“There’s a lot between us that hasn’t been said, isn’t there, Tiffany.”
I could see the trepidation creeping into her cornflower blue eyes, but despite her anxiety, she didn’t back away, she kept her arms wrapped loosely around me.
“Jake, there’s nothing that needs to be said.”
“There is. The last time were were together, you didn’t have much choice, you pretty much had to do it.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It was basically rape.”
“It was also Sam’s idea, we’ve been over this before and...”
“Fine, WE raped you, then we, more or less, gave you to Mike. Tiff, you weren’t mine to take, and you weren’t mine to give. I am so sorry to have treated you like that.”
“Okay. I was pissed when you first told me. But when I thought about it, if you hadn’t I would never have stopped dating creeps and God only knows what sort of hell I’d be living right now. I forgave you a long time ago. Besides, it was a punishment of sorts, for the way I’d treated you.”
“That’s the main thing we’ve never really talked about. Did you know that was Sam’s punishment for the way you treated me? It wasn’t mine.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you were awful, Tiff. Do you know that I think about the way you were then, just about every day. The way you gave Sam shit for being seen in public talking to me, all the snide insults you subjected me to in front of rooms and hallways full of people and that time you said I groped your ass at the drinking fountain – I had half the basketball team kick my ass over that one... one at a time.”
“Jake, you know how sorry I am about all of that...”
“We won’t be fucking tonight, Tiff.”
“Jake, please.” Tears brimmed her eyes.
“Do you know why I think about the old you every day?”
The first tear wound down her cheek, she just shook her head. I’ll give her this, she never looked away.
“Because I look at you the way you are now, and when I see what you’ve become... I couldn’t love you more.
Her fear gave way to confusion.
“We won’t be fucking tonight, Tiff, we’re going to make love.”
There was a moment there where nothing happened.
Then.
“You Fuck!” she half sobbed, half laughed, and punctuated it by punching me in the shoulder. Then she hugged me tightly.
Pulling her head back, she said, “Why would you do that to me?”
“Sam had her punishment for you, that was mine. Besides, if anyone here can take it, you can.”
“So I’m forgiven?”
“A long time ago. I was just holding that in abeyance.”
She smiled. It lit up the room.
“You have become such a wonderful person, Tiff, I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
She threw one leg across and straddled me, sitting on my thighs, my turgid cock jutting up between us.
“Are you trying to get me all... gushy?”
“I don’t think so.” I chuckled, “Aren’t you Tiffany Dobson? Because I’ve known Tiffany Dobson for quite some time, and while Tiffany Dobson may do... A Lot... of things, Tiffany Dobson does NOT do gushy.”
“Damn right.”
She brought her face to within an inch of mine.
“But she does do sexy.” Her twin blue orbs sparkled with lust.
“She is spectacular at sexy.” I looked deep into those lusty eyes. “I love you, Tiff.”
“I love you, Jake. For the life you’ve made possible. You didn’t give me to Mike. You gave Mike to me, and that’s made all the difference. I love you for it.”
She shifted and my cock was engulfed in her warm sex. A low sigh escaped her as she settled into a slow loving rhythm.
She held me tightly, her lusty cornflower blue eyes locked on mine.
Her sweet pussy made love to my cock, her sexy body made love my body, her sensual eyes made love to my eyes.
I was in heaven for I don’t know how long. Her pussy quivered as her orgasm became inevitable, I was nearly there too and when she came I joined her in an incredibly long, intense mutual bliss.
We spent a minute or two, holding each other and enjoying the afterglow.
“Wow.” She husked.
“Right back at ya.”
Samantha and Mike had finished as well, and were snuggling in their chair watching us.
Kirsten was watching as well. The fingers of her right hand were caressing her inner thighs, almost, but not quite, touching her pretty little pinkness. Her left hand slowly traced the nipple of her right tit.
“Have my Masters and Mistresses got all that lovey dovey shit out of their systems? Because this humble little slut needs some hot, dirty fucking.”
We descended on her, dragging her to the floor with a squeal and the four of us went to work, quickly coaxing her through one orgasm after another.
That eventually became a lusty free for all. Bodies twisted and writhed, there were times I was so involved with whatever pussy I was licking or tits I had my head buried in that I wasn’t really sure which mouth or pussy was pleasuring my cock, and it finally didn’t matter.
The only pairing that didn’t engage in spectacular, uninhibited, mutual sexual gratification were Mike and I.
We’re pretty sure anyway...
Yeah...
Almost certain...
Don’t worry about it.
Later, Kirsten and I were snuggled on the couch, taking a little break while Samantha and Tiffany tried to kill Mike.
Kirsten leaned over and took me in her remarkable mouth, her talented tongue quickly recharging my exhausted cock.
Once it was good and hard, she pulled me down on top of her and we lay there for a moment, I looked into her smoky almond eyes, they looked back with a soft, loving passion.
“Kirsten, I...”
“Shh.”
She hushed me with a delicate finger against my lips.
“Don’t say it, Jake. It’s enough that I know... And you know how I feel. So don’t say it... never say it again. Saying it would just ruin the game... Master.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Now use me, Master. Use your little slut in whatever way will pleasure you the most.”
I slid easily into her tight little sex, she gasped as I drove all the way in.
“Yes, Master. Fuck your slut, use your slave for what she is good for.”
As always, Kirsten’s most ardent joy was the enjoyment she got from giving pleasure.
She commenced enjoying the living shit out of me.
Despite her numerous orgasms, she was an attentive lover and I’m not sure how she knew I was about to cum.
“Please, Master, give this slut your cum. Cum hard for me, Master.”
I’ve always been able to follow orders.
I rested on my elbows, catching my breath as she patiently caressed my back and sides.
Once again looking deeply into her erotic eyes, I could feel her love wash over me.
“You are amazing.” Was all I could manage.
She just hugged me tightly.
We all wound up drifting off to sleep in the living room that night. A tangle of warm, loving bodies.