Angel of Sin

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm nodded and smiled at her. "No problem Angel, you can always reschedule your 3 O'clock if you needed, I'm sure he would understand." He smiled at her. "As long as your ok. That guy will think four or five times before doing that to someone else again. Don't worry, I didn't kill him, but I bet he wishes I did." He grinned at her and got up so that she could do whatever she needed to do. "You know how to get a hold of me if you need me Angel." He kissed her on the forehead, and made to leave. "As to how long I had been here, only a few minutes."

 

[BLACK BART]

"Most definately"

Simon affirmed and let Destiny see the appreciation glow in his eyes before wrapping a claiming arm around her, his warm hand enjoying the feel of her cooler, satin like skin. She had that effect on him, by simply becoming herself, in the most basic and comfortable clothes she chose, she was able to erase all thoughts of the days business and concerns.

"I thought a little dinner would be nice, perhaps a drink or two, then we might enjoy each other for the rest of the evening."

The words were spoken low and quietly, his tone speaking of desire, his face showing the pleasure of having her near him even as his eyes roamed the interior of the casino as they walked out and to the waiting car.

Simon smiled and held the door, enjoying the lithe ease in which she slid into the seat and then slid over for him to join her.

A double edged question he gave her, a split desire to know what she knew from life of "the floor", as well as a gentle probe into what was going on in the small community of men and women they called thier "family". Still...it wasn't a demand, Simon had never pressed her to reveal anything she felt uncomfortable revealing, and never held anything against for not crossing her own personal boundries of trust.

Relaxing in the seat he enjoyed the moment, the feel of her body and natural clean scent as she leaned into him, the sound of her voice as she began to speak, and the way she looked at him as she described the events of her day.

And as she spoke he dwelled on her words, and how, despite the distance in thier relationship how he gravited to her, and had begun to trust her judgement...

"Simon?"

Her word and gentle hand roused him from his newly found understanding, and he apologized for his lack of attention to her.

"I'm sorry Destiny, I was caught up in the moment, you might say....You haven't seen any new faces of late then?"

They had moved out of the car and into a secluded and little known restaurant, the furnishings lacking the glitter and vulgarish glamour the city was too well known for. And as they ordered and sipped at thier drinks Simon returned to an earlier subject.

"It wouldn't have to be like that, our relationship, I mean...Where you live is a dangerous neighborhood, the elements have forgotten the old codes and begun to take what once was earned, it would anger me to know you were harmed in any way...when it could have been prevented..."

Lowering his glass Simon met Destiny's eyes and admired her delicate features, his own face unreadable save for his eyes...

"I offer my help not as someone who owns you Destiny, I would hate to destroy the spirit I admire you in, rather I extend it as a partner...or lover might, I wish you'd consider it..."

 

[landiek]

"No problem Angel, you can always reschedule your 3 O'clock if you needed, I'm sure he would understand." He smiled at her. "As long as your ok. That guy will think four or five times before doing that to someone else again. Don't worry, I didn't kill him, but I bet he wishes I did." He grinned at her and got up so that she could do whatever she needed to do. "You know how to get a hold of me if you need me Angel." He kissed her on the forehead, and made to leave. "As to how long I had been here, only a few minutes."

"Hey Mal.. those three bens are yours.. from that bad trcik." Angel reminded him.

"Do you want a drink, or something.. I don't think I am quite ready to be alone, ya know." Angel slipped on a silky robe and cinched the belt as she walked over to the mini bar.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm smiled at his Angel and nodded. "Have you eaten yet today Angel?" He took the money and slipped it into his pocket without another word. He then went to the Mini-Bar and grabbed the fixings for a couple of drinks, knowing what she usually drank, fixed them both a drink. "We can order Room Service if you like." He smiled and sat down on one of the chairs in the room, watching her. Oh yes he knew who she was, but didn't bother nor really care about her past.

 

[landiek]

"Have you eaten yet today Angel?"

"Yeah some times ago." Angel admitted, even though she felt hungry again.

"We can order Room Service if you like." He smiled and sat down on one of the chairs in the room, watching her.

"Sure, I'd love some of that shrimp scampi salad with thousand island." Angel took the screw driver and took a small sip. She felt like the room was spinning so she placed the glass on the table.

Angel knew that she didn't drink any of the drink that was fixed for her earlier. Then she touched her lips thinking that just that touch was causing an after-effect. "Or maybe I should just lie down."

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm was worried now. "Are you ok Angel? Do you want me to let your 3 O'Clock know that you need to reschedule?" He was worried that the strange old man had done something seriously wrong with her, for he knew that there was nothing wrong with the drink he made. All the alchohol and supplies in the girls rooms were 100 percent safe and nothing in them.

 

[landiek]

"Are you ok Angel? Do you want me to let your 3 O'Clock know that you need to reschedule?"

"No. I'm okay.. honest.. just thinking.. that drink has an almond odor to it so I didn't drink it.. but I faked a drink.. I just feel different, ya know." Angel moved to the bed and just rested across the foot, before she knew it she was sound asleep.

Her pulse was fine and she seemed to be breathing okay, just her body was aroused from the old fashioned spanish fly.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm sat there watching over her that night. He called down to her 3 O'Clock appointment to let him know that she might not make it that night, but not to worry if she's doesn't meet him by 4 then he can reschedule. The guy was a friend of theirs, so he understood. He sat in the chair, after putting her to bed and covering her up, making sure she was all right that night.

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

Late evening

Getting out of the cab, Lori looked in horror at the mess outside her apartment. "Well, he's gone and done it," she huffed. Her suitcase was on the curb, open; clothes were strewn across the street, and what wasn't taken was trampled into the dirt. Little else was there, save for some of her paperwork; worthless to anyone but her; and the stuffed bear she'd brought with her from Iowa.

She slumped to the curb opposite the apartment, staring blankly ahead.

"That bastard!" she suddenly spat. "If he took my personal pictures, so help me, I'll kill the sonovabitch!" She rose and headed for the landlord's flat, resigned to do whatever she had to do to salvage what she could of her belongings, but not liking the feeling in the pit of her stomach.

 

[caela]

"It wouldn't have to be like that, our relationship, I mean...Where you live is a dangerous neighborhood, the elements have forgotten the old codes and begun to take what once was earned, it would anger me to know you were harmed in any way...when it could have been prevented...I offer my help not as someone who owns you Destiny, I would hate to destroy the spirit I admire you in, rather I extend it as a partner...or lover might, I wish you'd consider it..."

Destiny smiled and reached across their table to thread her fingers with his. It was this gentle side of him that he showed her that kept her from being as frightened of him as everyone seemed to be. How could she be frightened of a man who seemed to relax so easily in her presence and who seemed to care so much about her well being?

He had a point too. She lived in a rough area and it was only getting rougher. There were nights when even she was afraid to walk through her neighborhood. A bad element had been migrating in and what was once simply "known" as the rules were becoming ignored. It used to be that a native never had to worry about trouble from another native. It was just a rule. There were plenty of marks floating around that you didn't fuck the people who lived around you. Lately that was no longer true and there had been a string of robberies and worse in her neighborhood.

"I'll think about it Simon. Perhaps we can come to a compromise on it. I really would be bored if I gave up my job but I could always cut back on how many nights I worked and perhaps let you put me up in a nicer place. It would give me time to maybe go back to school, become qualified for something other than a "typical" Vegas job."

She smiled as she spoke and the idea took hold in her mind. If he was willing to accept her compromise she could work weekends (when she could earnt he biggest tips) and maybe take a couple of classes during the week.

Grinning impishly she squeezed his hand and teased, "I could even take a class or two and learn how to cook properly so all that food you buy doesn't keep going to waste." It was a running joke between them that she couldn't cook. When he sent any real time at her place he usually ended up being the one in the kitchen.

While they continued to chat their food came and she purred softly. It smelled heavenly and she suddenly realized that she hadn't eaten for most of the day as her stomach gave a low rumble. Giving his hand one last squeeze she grinned up at him before releasing his hand and digging into her food. At one time she'd have gone at it with gusto but Simon had been working on refining her manner and when she was with him she made the concious effort to eat slower instead of just scarfing down the plate.

With her stomach's hunger sated she looked up at met his gaze, her eyes half lidded as her thoughts turned to another hunger of the body. Her silver eyes seemed to swirl like liquid mercury as the corners of her lips lifted slowly and she reached out to lightly stroke the palm of his hand with her fingertips.

"Time to go take care of some baser needs darling?" she asked with a low, throaty laugh.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Time to go take care of some baser needs darling?"

The words and the tone they were spoken in gave Simon an instant erection.

For as much as he had coaxed Destiny to be a "mannered lady" in the eyes of the public, he loved how she became a wild tigress when the door closed those eyes out and they were in the privacy of the bedroom, or any other room for that matter...

Destiny had quickly proved to him she was not only "open-minded" to any and everything that involved sex, but that she was eager to be his partner in the kinkiest of it..

"Indeed Destiny, the part of the evening we've both been looking forward to, isn't it?"

His own words dripped with raw lust, his eyes undressing her and letting her know she was going to be busy for the remainder of the evening and well into the early hours of the morning.

"Let's not waste time, shall we?"

Arm around her they left, the car waiting as the driver knew the meal was only the preliminary to foreplay...and that with it's end the greater hunger would show itself and demand to be fed.

And inside the car...with it's windows darkened for privacy...Simon shed his gentle exterior, just as he pulled his jacket off and discarded it before pulling Destiny to him.

"Do you have the mirrors on the door yet, lover?"

They had, by accident, discovered thier own images reflected back to the,as the closet door hung open in an earlier love making...

Hands under her shirt he lifted, baring her treasures to him, his lips seeking out the hardness of the nipple that crowned her full breast.

And as Destiny leaned back and gasped, Simon's hands moved to her skin tight jeans, undoing the fasteners and hooking his thumbs in them to tug them down and off...

"I want to see you cum for me in that mirror, lover, as I take you from behind, does that disgust you?"

And as Destiny answered her grinned, pulling her panties off, his lips attacking the second nipple as his fingers sought her sex to find it already wet...

"But what is this then Simon? Are you going to have your fill of me, all the while teasing me with yours, then drop me off at home?"

She teased, with pouting, erotic lips... even as she undid the bindings to his pants and freed his throbbing cock.

"Foreplay lover"

Simon laughed the words, knowing they both understood the game and lusted for it, that the first round only took the edge off and let them take thier time with each other, teasing each other to greater explosions.

Simon grunted, driving himself deep into Destiny, his lips crushing hers as her full curves molded themselves to him...then hammered into a second time and repeated the word

"Foreplay"

 

[Britwitch]

Sarah Powers

Another night, another shift. Sarah smiled her way through barely veiled passes made at her and tried to ignore the pinches and pats to her behind as she wound her way through the tables. She had more pressing things on her mind than worrying about 'cute' comments from the diner's patrons.
Mr Banks' secretary had called her back earlier and confirmed he would like to see her for a 'working interview' the following day. Liz, the woman had called herself, had made it clear that she would be required to do more than just smile prettily and answer questions during the interview but had been curiously vague as to the subject matter she might be required to film should she be hired.
Sarah was thinking over what outfit to wear, something that showed off her assets but that maintained that 'wholesome' look she had been told was so marketable. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts about it that she barely noticed what she was doing. Even when she misjudged the edge of the table and dumped a plate load of fries into the customer’s lap.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry…” She enthused, bending down to scrap up the fries from the floor and then rising slightly to use her apron to brush the rest from his trousers.
“That’s alright, hun,” The man replied with a smile that at a second glance wasn’t nearly as friendly as it first appeared. His eye roving down her body in the tight uniform that barely grazed the middle of her thighs.
“I’ll…I’ll go get you some more,” Sarah flashed him one of her flirtiest smiles, knowing it usually never failed to get her out of little problems like this. Hurrying back to the kitchen she ordered some more fries, waited and then took them back to the waiting customer. “Here you go sir and once more, my apologies about before…”
“You know what the best thing about this little incident is babe…?” He said quietly but loud enough that she couldn’t help but hear and turn back to him, making sure her smile was still on her face. Shaking her head in reply. With one fluid movement he had taken hold of her waist and pulled her down onto his lap. “…When you called me sir…I liked that…” He leered, pulling her now struggling body closer to his own. She was partially pinned in place by the table, the chairs and tables were all bolted to the floor to prevent problems with drunks in the early hours but now they were providing a pre-made ‘prison’ for her.
“Well, I’m happy to hear that...” She hesitated against calling him ‘sir’ again. “But I should get back to work…” Sarah pulled to get up once more but he, aided by the table, held her still.
“What’s the rush, babe? I don’t see any other customers requiring your attentions…other than me…” He humped his hips up lewdly towards her rear, revealing his obvious excitement. He was also correct, the only other patrons were either half asleep or lost in their own worlds.
“Please…c’mon…let me go…” Her heart was beginning to race as he held her tighter and one of his hands ran up her front to circle one of her large breasts through the uniform, somehow finding her nipple almost instantly.
“I think I’ve seen you before, you know hun…your face…your…features…” He grasped her breast crudely through the uniform making her whimper. “…they seem familiar…”
Sarah struggled hard, trying to push his hands away from her, calling out for help realising she wasn’t going to get out of this alone.
Sid, the ‘chef’ as he liked to call himself, came loping out from the kitchen. A large kitchen knife in one hand and the other curled into a fist that looked like it could stop a car dead. A forty-something, half-italian, half-who know what, who had spent his life here in Vegas. He knew the way things worked, the kind of place the people needed in the wee small hours and for twenty years his little diner had provided it. He took care of the girls in his employ. After all, they brought the customers in as much as the cheap food and endless coffee pots did.
“I don’t think the young lady like you doing that…” Sid’s voice was quiet but unquestionable in tone. The man released Sarah in seconds, his hands raised almost in surrender.
“Sorry bud, was only playin’ around…”
“I’m not your bud and I don’t like guys playin’ around with my staff…” Sid replied once Sarah was safely behind his hulking frame. “I think you’d better pay your check and get out of here…” Sid didn’t move until the guy was well clear of the diner. “You ok, Sarah?” He asked, his voice all at once soft and concerned.
“I’m fine…nothing a shot of something when I get home won’t cure anyway…” Sarah replied in a voice that trembled a lot more than she was expecting it to.
“Well, I don’t reckon we’re going to get too many more customers in before the end of your shift and Suzie’s due in soon…you get off home to bed…ok?”
Sarah hugged the bear-like cook tight before grabbing her bag and coat and heading out the back way to avoid meeting the over friendly customer.
Once she was safely in her room she showered, took a shot of whisky from her ‘in the event of emergency only’ bottle and fell into bed.
She had made up her mind.
She was going to see Mr Banks in the morning and do her best to get on his books. After all, if she was going to be groped, she might as well get paid for it.
Trying to put the man’s leering expression and wandering hands out of her mind, Sarah felt into an uneasy sleep.

 

[poohlive]

Landlord

Trevor Manning tried his best to comb over the last few shreds of his hair. From one side to the other... it didn't look impressive. More like at one time he had a mowhawk on the side of his head, and since it hads grown limp and fallen over the now obtuse bald spot.

He was running out, his hair falling in clumps at a time now. It wouldn't be much longer before he had that swimmer's look.

Without a swimmer's body. A nice round spare tire to be sure. He got into the fridge, taking out a platter of cold chicken he hadn't finished from last night. A nice little meal.

He was happy with himself. Comfortable. That was a good word, a word Trevor liked to use often. He didn't get sex that often, only when he paid for it. But, that wasn't soo bad, with all the free porn running around on the internet, most of his needs were fulfilled.

Someone knocked at the door...

Most of his needs, anyway.

"Lori!" He said it with surprise as he opened the door to reveal hr nice cute twenty something frame in the doorway. Boy, was she a looker. The kind of girl... well, the kind of girl who belonged on the majority of his hard drive.

"I didn't think I'd see you again. Thought for sure you'd try to slip out of here in the dead of night or something. I'm glad you're here... come on in, come on in."

He didn't move from the doorway, and watched as she slipped past him, only to catch her halfway, and rub up and down her leg just once.

A mischevious smile, as he offered her a seat on his couch. The decor of the place looked like something that came right out of a porn movie. Shag carpet, which didn't look like it had been vacuumed in years, ugly brown couches with flowers all over it, and a leather chair that was ripped and torn, and several stains on the arm rests.

The stains didn't look like food.

He waited for her to sit down, and then plopped himself right next to her.

"I am glad you could make it. Saves me the trouble of walking down to your place and putting up one of those eviction notices. I need my rent money Lori..."

A cruel look dawned upon him as he peered down her shirt. One finger moving the fabric to let him see just a little more.

"..unless you have something else you want to offer me, baby."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane (Aka Robyn)

A small single nod of affirmation, she had heard him and his instructions. Slowly she let her breath out and turned her back to Robert. She had to clear her mind, place herself some where else to do this.. Especially with one deceptive partner seated in the chair.

"Sometime today would be great…" The shorter guy drawled sarcastically.

She inhaled and let it out slowly once more. Then without a single note to dance by, a tune began to play in her mind. Eyes closed, she pictured a dark room where no one could see her, and no one could penetrate her concentration. She slowly began to weave back and forth.

First her hips began to sway, her hands unmoving for a short time, finally lifted. Stretching her arms over her head, she stepped out a little with her left foot. Voices faded, what she was really doing here melted away and she danced alone. She wasn't shy by any means, but it was rather hard to do this.

She did a belly dancer proud as she twirled slowly in grinding motion until she faced Robert. It only took her three small steps to turn around, but she knew she faced him by the intake of hair he suddenly sucked in.

Slowly her lashes lifted, her eyes heavily hooded as she pouted sexily at him. Her hands came down to caress her face, slowly trailing down as she approached him. Circling a nipple on each side, caressing the curve of her own breasts.. She'd do a stripper proud. Watching late night skin flicks paid off, that and all her labors staying in shape.

She straddled his lap, his hard cock resting for all to see against his abdomen. He kept his hands on the arms of the chair, perhaps unsure he should even touch her? This made her smirk slightly as her dark eyes settled on his. She crawled up the over-stuffed chair he sat in. Spreading her self as she settled down, sex to sex, against him.

Still moving as if she was dancing, or fucking, she rubbed herself against him. Pressing his cock into her slit, the moisture and heat quickly spread between them. Hands fell from her chest, down to her crotch where she caressed her clit a few times, bending forward into Robert to give the two men behind her a clear view of just what she was doing.

Unbidden came a single low moan of pleasure, her eyes falling closed again as she slid up and down his hard shaft. "D-do you like that?" Her voice was almost foreign in the silence of the room, it did not seem to strange that her voice silkily purred out just how horny she was, but unexpected.

"How does it feel to have my pussy sliding all over your cock, Robert?" When was the last time she'd said something like that? They wanted a god damned show, they'd get one.

"Touch me!" She hissed, her hand lifting her breast to brush her nipple against his lips. Clit abandoned, she pressed harder against the head of his prick, to cup the twin mound and push them together before his mouth. Expectantly, she waited knowing that he would not refuse... he never could.

 

[poohlive]

One of the assistants had out a handheld camera, using this to show to the higher ups when her audition came into play. They had some polaroids of her just, but this could not be beat. It was way beyond an audition.

Stack was the first one to say it, "Shit... we could sell this right here. Jerry, go get some closer shots. Robyn, sell this shit. And Robert, come on, try to look like you're being fucked by one of the hottest chicks around, eh?"

The camera was right over them, filming everything.

Robert only hesitated when he knew who this was, and why they were doing this. He had missed this, ached for this. Damn, he'd wanted it the first night she came back. He hadn't expected it, but he sure as hell wanted it.

His mouth took her nipple, hard. He licked it, sucked it, let his tongue roll around it, pull the taste deeper into his mouth. He took the other one, so it would not be lonely in his assault. His cock was at full attention now, strong, painful from throbbing for soo long.

He grinded it into her cunt, sliding apart her cunt lips, thrumming against her clit.

In a flash, he grabbed her arms, and pulled her, twisted her so she was lying on top of him, back to his front. Her legs spread over his, her cunt was open exposed, the camera coming in for a close shot.

He began to nuzzle at her neck, as his hand snaked down to grab hold of his cock. One slight adjustment, pulling her up further onto him, and she slid easily down to his cock, riding him, reverse cowgirl.

"Take me, Robyn," He purred, pouring his own sexuality into it, "Be a good girl."

It was soo tight inside her, so warm. God he missed that, he missed her cunt twitching when he first entered her, how it vised up, easing him into her, how she could not help but close her eyes when he hit bottom.

She was Angel Lane, he'd fucked her a million times, in the bathroom, in public, at the beach. He'd taken her dozens of different ways, even like this before...

So, why did it feel so new, so perfect?

 

[landiek]

Angel woke to the scent of bacon and fresh brewed coffee. "Mmmmmm looks like somebody loves me."

It was when she sat up that she saw Malcolm. "Hey .. what's up?"

Malcolm shot her one of his smiles, like he's got a surprise or something which made her get excited.

Angel pulled a chair to the cart and began to eat delicately, one of the soft touches of refinement that drenched her being. She was some body's baby and that was already confirmed when she started working the casino.

Angel composed of elegance, poise, etiquette, and an adventurous spirit. Her inquisitive attitude was often smeared with her proper manners, making her an interesting individual.

Even Angel's date book showed that underlying hint of organization. She had a list of regulars from around the globe and often received gifts prior to an upcoming visit. Several times she was spotted on the arm of local stars at small gatherings.

But the movie she made, it was what kept her a valuable asset. Many copies were purchased to keep up with requests as well as the requests for more of her work. A fact that she seemed oblivious over.

Malcolm's phone ringing brought Angel back to reality as she wriggled in her seat finishing the small breakfast plate. Silently she was praying that it was good news cause she really needed some serious action.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm picked up his phone and answered it. "Hello, this is Malcolm, it's your dime." He listened to the person on the other end while sipping on is coffee and smiling at Angel. "Yah, ok, I can do that."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

She couldn't stop now, even if she had wanted to. His gripping hands moved her, he spread her how he wished her to be and while she let out a small little whimper, he sank fully into her.

Her lips parted, her eyes fell closed as her head fell back. She had never forgotten what this was like, Robert had one hell of a kinky side to him that had fed hers until they were almost unstoppable in the sack. They shouldn't be doing this, they both knew that, but little could be done to stop it. She really doubted she could stop now, it had been so long...

"Take me, Robyn," He purred, pouring his own sexuality into it, "Be a good girl."

She smiled faintly, unaware of the camera in her face as she gave a slight nod. Eyes still closed, she started to move even though she wanted to sit there and take pleasure in the filling sensation of his cock. Heels on the floor, she lift up and sank down, his hands at her hips coaxing her movements for the time being.

She tightened around him, her cream flowing heavily gave her freedom to ride him hard and fast. She picked up speed, ignoring the orders and clicks of cameras. Ignoring where she was and whom she was with. She always managed to get lost in the raw lust and needs of her body, this time was no different.

He toyed with her clit but could not do it justice in that position, her hand pushed his away as she took over. "How good do .. you want me to be?" Her eyes opened, meeting Stack's. He was staring so intently at her, she knew what was going through his mind as he sat watching, and so she gave him a wicked little smile in return.

Robert's hand tightened in her hair, tugging her head back as she slammed down onto him. Again she moaned loud and long, her breasts heaving with her breathing. She was close to coming all over Robert, and she knew he could feel it as her cunt tightened down on him again and again.

"Oh shit!" Her face twisted up as her body bucked hard over him. She bit off what else she was going to say, trying to remember where she was and who was watching.

Steadily their bodies slapped together, the small trailer filled with the aroma of sex and sweat and smoke. She rode him as fast as she could, as hard as possible as well. Tingles of pleasure ran everywhere, even the recognition of the wet sounds their joined bodies made fueled her desires. At the last moment, before she began to spray Robert's cock with her cum a small little corner of her mind even acknowledged that having strangers watching them fuck... made her even more explosive.

 

[caela]

"Foreplay"

Destiny groaned as his cock drove into her. With her body crushed to his and her arms wound tight around his neck she tipped her head and savaged his lips with her own. She was addicted to him! It felt as if she could never get enough of the way he made her body feel. Riding him hard in the back of his car she didn't even care that the driver needed to only look up into the rearview mirror to watch the show.

Feeling the car draw to a halt in front of her apartment building she groaned and smirked at him at the same time. Nipping at his lower lip she climbed off his lap despite the fact that neither of them had found the ocmpletion they sought. Straightening her clothes and his she grabbed his hand and pulled him from the car to lead him up to her apartment.

She had to fumble with her keys to make them work properly but at last she slammed the door behind her and pulled him down the hall to her bedroom. There he finally saw his answer to the question about the mirror. She hadn't installed one on the door but on one whole wall.

Grinning impishly up at him she asked sweetly, "What do you think lover?"

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

Lori McDonald

Lori sat on the stinking couch, her stomach turning. The torn material was different shades, as if someone had tried in vain to remove stains of some sort over the years; of what, Lori didn't even want to think. Mr. Manning sat next to her, close enough for her to feel the heat from his overweight body.

"I am glad you could make it. Saves me the trouble of walking down to your place and putting up one of those eviction notices. I need my rent Lori..."

His finger pulled at the top of her tank top. The lecher was trying to look at her breasts!

"...unless you have something else you want to offer me, baby."

Lori turned to him, furiously pulling her top away from his greasy fingers. "Mr. Manning!" she shouted. "Stop that! You put my stuff out on the curb, you...you...prick!" She sputtered a little, remembering the sight of her life spread out across the street, and thought she might cry.

Trevor Manning pulled back, looking at her in surprise. Then his eyes narrowed, and he said quietly, "I told you, didn't I?" His eyes raked her slender frame again, and his tongue wet his upper lip in an open display of lust. "Didn't I tell you this would happen? Shouldn't have fucked me on the rent. Lucky for you..." His eyes narrowed, and he smiled a greasy smile. "...I saved your pictures."

Lori didn't like the thought of him, poring over her personal photos. There was no nudity there, but enough shots of her in shorts and bikini bottoms to get him excited, and she didn't want to think about what he'd do, looking at them. She had to get them back; they were her life, and one of the few mementos she really cared about. She set her jaw.

"Mr. Manning." She sighed. "Trevor. What do I have to do to get those pictures back?" She knew she was opening herself up to his basest desires, but, she remembered, she was 'in the business.' If a "fluffer" couldn't stand to give even a guy like him a quick blowjob, what else was there? She forced herself to smile at him.

"Ah, now the bitch comes around," he whispered. He pulled at the side of his robe with one hand, and she saw his leg come into view. It was very white, and looked like an oversized version of that chicken on the plate before him. When he tugged at the sash of his robe, it fell free, and his cock lay revealed.

Lori swallowed, trying to keep her last meal down. His turgid cock lay like a piece of greasy gray salami against his leg. Even now, it was coming erect. It was big; as big as some of the actors she'd had to 'refresh', but it wasn't nice to look at.

"C'mon, honey," he chided. "You know what I want. Make my dick hard with that little mouth of yours, and I'll give you back all your stuff." He stroked himself, and she shivered in disgust. "Make me cum, and you can live here again, for a week...Free."

Lori fought within herself. She could do this! She could, but, God, she didn't want to! She looked him in the eye.

"Mr. Manning, can I see my stuff first?"

 

[poohlive]

Landlord

He stood up, taking her hand, leading her to the bedroom. It looked worse than the apartment, trash strewn on the side of the hallways, only enough room to maneuver. The bed itself was covered with similiar stains, these were more recognizable. A couple of Hustler magazines were sprawled out on one side, along with her pictures.

Behind her, he took in her scent, pressing up hard against her, "You sure do look good. I thought maybe you made those just for me. You knew I was going to go into your apartment, look around, take what I wanted. You wanted me to see what you could offer, didn't you?"

In his own mind there was a fantasy, where cute girls like her seduced middle aged bald guys like himself. It was a world he lived in alone, and no one shared.

Still, his tongue hot, musky, came out to lick her neck.

One the bed, along with those pictures, was a pair of her underwear. It too had a stain on it.

"I had to rub one out, waiting for you... but don't worry, now I get the real thing, don't I?"

His hands reached for her breasts again, more foreward this time, he didn't stop when he tried to pull away. He yanked her to him, rubbing up and down her back, clawing at her breasts, making them hard from his touch.

"You got to see your stuff, little girl. You'll get yours, now it's my turn."

He forced her down on her knees, pushing her back against one of the walls. She sat amongst the garbage, filth of newspapers, take out food wrappers, condoms, magazines. Shit... the pop culture shit which was drowning the culture, Lori now knelt in.

His cock was out, hard, a sizable little prick, only 6 inches, but wide. Nice and girthy. From the smell he hadn't showered today, he hadn't done much of anything besides cum inside her panties. He smelled of sex, sweat, and stale body odor, not even the kind of body odor that came from your pits after a few days, no... crotch body odor. That was all together different, worse smell. Like cottage cheese that had gone bad.

He held her hands up in the air, high above her head. It kept her off balance, against the wall, in the filth, as his crotch pushed against her face. He let his cock slap around, his precum leaking onto her fair skin.

And then he slapped her, her mouth opened, her perfect dainty mouth, the one he imagined taking. He pushed into her, one grand thrust, grunting as he felt the tightness of her mouth take him.

"Oh God!" He cried, arching his back, already shaking with anticipation, "You don't know how long it's been baby. Make it good... make it good for me, show me you want to suck my cock and I'll make it a month. A whole month rent free, you understand? Pretend that we're lovers, that you really want to suck my cum, and I promise you, all your stuff and free rent for a month. Please... please Lori."

With his cock in her mouth, he was helpless, pleading, needing her, wanting her to be good, to do what she did best. God, he needed it soo bad.

 

[poohlive]

Robert

Robert had always enjoyed the feeling of her about to cum. The intensity, excitement that blew over her. And, when she was in this position, it was all the better, because he could feel it from the beginning.

Her legs grew wider apart, toes curling up. He saw it, felt it, let his hands run down her open thighs to keep them spread wide apart, to keep her open and ready for the camera.

Her breathing increased, became intense. Her whole back bucked into him, each time she arched, each time a wave of pleasure ran over her. Robert held onto her, keeping her close to him. She was barely able to be controlled.

And then she clamped down on his cock. This is what he enjoyed the most, as she came, as she creamed all over him, intense orgasms that seemed to milk at him, as her juices ran down his length, falling to the floor.

This was even more intense than usual though. He could feel it as he let his cock leave her, and watched her squirt, spray right out at the camera, and the camera man. He yanked back, crying out in surprise.

"She's a fucking squirter!" He said. Robert smiled as he saw her, two more jets come out, not as far as the first, but nontheless spilling down onto the floor, and his cock again. She only did that when he got really excited.

"Is it cause of all these guys?" He said, watching as she calmed down, came back to earth slowly, "It can't be me, we've fucked a hundred times like that before. Random people, watching you, eyes all over you, wanting to fuck you like I am?"

And he felt a shiver up her spine. Perhaps... perhaps it was that after all. He would have liked to stroke his ego a bit, and say it was him, that after all this time, he was the only one who could give her such intense heat between her legs.

He pushed he over, down on the floor, on her hands and knees. She had cum, but he needed his own release too. This was his favorite position, behind her, down on all fours like this, banging back into him, urging him forward for more.

"Come on, little girl, we're not done yet, are we?" He slapped her ass, first one cheek and then the other. The camera man, finding courage once again, was back between them, filming everything.

They got him seperating her ass cheeks, finding that perfect pink slit. His cock still hard, rock solid pushing into her, finding her heated core, sliding to the hilt, bottoming both of them as they sighed. Her on the ground, and him on top of her.

It didn't last as he grabbed her hips, pushing her back to him, forcing himself in deeper. Two thrusts, and he was right where he wanted to be, fucking her, pushing hard, thrusting, deeper and deeper, taking her like she wanted it.

"Come on," He pulled her hair back, pulling her back to him, "Say it... say it, you know what I want to hear!"

His cock like hot iron inside of her, relentless, using her sore cunt for all it's worth.

 

[BLACK BART]

"What do you think lover?"

Simon smiled and pulled his tie from his neck, then undid the buttons on the expensive silk shirt, his eyes on Destiny the entire time.

"That I like what you've done with the place, and it's going to be a long, long night"

He answered as he stripped his slacks and boxers off to stand before her.

Undressed his body showed just how ready he was for her, his cock quivering in full upright, the length of it glistening from Destiny's sex...


"What do you think, babe?"

He countered and watched in lustfull admiration as Destiny began her own slow, teasing strip tease, grinding her hips as her own tight blouse came off to reveal her full, firms breasts...then turning as she shimmied out of the skin tight jeans to reveal her pear shaped ass...

"That we're wasting our time talking, when we could be fucking?"

And as the last word slipped out of her lips Simon moved behind her, gripping her hips and sliding his cock into her from behind, his eyes already on thier images in front of them...

And as he felt her body become slick around him, and then suddenly grip his cock with muscles he didn't know she had before that moment, he grinned...

"You've been holding out on me, lover?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

She barely managed to stay on her hands and knees, her body still twitching from her orgasm so badly it was hard to hold her self up.

She growled at him, almost animalistic in sound as he mounted her from behind. His fingers digging into her hips, holding her steady and spread for him. God.. She missed that! It had been far too long since she'd been fucked, let alone man handled and Robert knew just how to handle her.

He slammed into her, causing her to cry out, her hands to curl into the cheap carpet and her back to arc sa the pleasure took hold once more. Before she could say anything, adjust to him and his movements, his hand came down smartly on her ass.

She jerked forward slightly, her ass stinging and her blood rushed through her veins. Gasping, she bounced her ass off his groin, forcing his cock deeper.

"Fuck!" The audience faded, the camera and pictures disappeared in her mind, from her focus, instead she whimpered softly. Wiggling her ass, she stretched out and let her cheek rest against the floor, her hands reaching for two legs of a near by table. "Yeeeeeeeeeees!" Barely a whispered gasp, but he heard her as his hand soon delivered another smart swat.

"Come on," He pulled her hair back, pulling her back to him, "Say it... say it, you know what I want to hear!"

"Ooooh!" She shivered visibly, her head and body pulled up from the floor as he held her by her hair. Her cunt tightened on his cock in response, her eyes darkening with a threat of retribution that would never be returned. She loved his little games, so damned much it destroyed them once before...

"Fuck me!" She growled, "Fuck me, baby... Cum for me, cum deep inside my little cunt!" He tugged harder, thrusting even more furiously than before. Trembling, she knew she'd cum again, less messy this time but still cum again. He fucked her harder, punishing her pussy as best he could.

She twitched around him, her body tightening as juices dripped from his sack slapping against her clit with each hard thrust he delivered. "Cumm ... please cum inside me.. fill me up! Fill meee..." Her words gave way to cries as she began to orgasm yet again.

 

[poohlive]

Robert

The sex was perfect, better than it had been before. Maybe that, or just it had been so long he needed it once more. Whatever the case, it didn't matter, he just loved this feeling right her, banging her, deep inside of her, cumming and screaming as she begged him for more.

The crowd loved it, they were cheering her own. The camera man had him move his leg, so they could get a closer look. He opened it up, let them see her exposed cunt, juices running down them, his own cock relentless inside of her, and her pussy barely able to handle it.

He was grabbing her hair now, using it as a handle, pulling her back onto his cock,loving the feeling of her cumming. It was too much to handle, too great. His balls tightened, he grunted.

"He's gonna cum," Stack was on it. He grabbed Robyn from under him, pulled her around, so she was on her knees in front of him. He had wanted to cum inside of her, loved to cum inside of her, but that's not what they wanted.

That's not what the camera wanted.

He held his dick, so hard in his hands it hurt, and couldn't hold it long enough to argue. There was no argument, as soon as he saw her, naked, wild, her hair amess from sex, her body sweaty, glistening, gorgeious.

He came all over her, thick jets of cum, shooting it onto her face, her tits, drenching her in his love.

"Oh God," He moaned, becoming louder now, more forceful, as his cock drained the last of his cum onto her perfect body.

"Now milk it Robyn. Milk his cock, what's left of it in your mouth. Show it to the camera, how much if left, and then swallow. God, that'll be perfect. We can tranfer it right to one of our ameteur sites, almost as it is... come on Robyn, finish it off for us."

Robert stood in front of her, damn near exhausted, his cock growing limp in his hands, cum trailing down under it.