Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic (Closed to the lovely Pwyakit)

[chronicle_tenko]

(This incredibly long opening is to set the tone, the main characters, and the plot. this thread is closed for myself and the incredibly talented and always sexy Pwyakit. Feel free to read along. Updates should occur once weekly.)

July 4th 2006. Rory McConnolly's private log. The Black Widow Case

It looks like her again. It's got all the markings of her style. Man of power and influence making a series of rash moves, after he hires a new gorgeous secretary, that everyone knows he's banging. Then after a series of strange and bad financial decisions, as all the webs close down on this sucker he ends up with a gun is his mouth, all assets gone, and this secretary is no where to be found.

What was the name this time. Amber Harridan? were they serious. Well at least it wasn't Ivana Fukalot. there had been the dead stripper he had never connected. Rory angrily shredded a cigarette he had been intending to smoke before he saw the name. It was a habit he had been getting the last few years since he'd got on this case. In 2003 there had been an incredibly upset widow, burying her son, who she had killed in self defense. The woman was sure his girlfriend had put him up to it, as all her not inconsiderable assets would have gone to her only son and living relative. In desperation she'd turned to him, A private eye in Boston, with a very good reputation for figuring dirty secrets and divorce cases. Matters of the heart and what not, It was probably because the rap on him said he didn't have one. He'd taken the case and she'd bequeathed him almost unlimited assets to bring her son's ex to justice. only issue was the girl didn't seem to exist. records were conveniently misplaced, people couldn't remember how she looked, and the old woman had died long before he had found much evidence. But her trust had set up a stipend. A huge amount, that was more than most people made. Almost a quarter million annually to track this woman. Until brought to justice. It had been three years though and all he had was a series of unconnected murders with similar MO's. it'd been termed the Black Widow case. Not just for it's methods but also for it's habit of destroying career's of anyone who'd work with him.

Still Rory thought he was getting close, finding these cases and their slight changes each time. He felt he must be getting near some kind of change or breakthrough in the case. He had to be, and the murders were farther and farther apart, almost like she was trying to consolidate power somewhere. And he would find her.
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She'd had to leave again. Her puppet killed and all she could take was money. she didn't need more, what use was it? In the time she'd been alive and since she'd gained this fantastic power, she'd hardly wanted for anything. Save more power. Now she was looking at this city from her penthouse, deciding that she wanted the city itself. To control it. Not just to fuck the mayor and pass policies, but to actually have her hands in the running of every pie, legal illegal it didn't matter. she'd need to control so many men all at once she couldn't simply rely on being arm candy anymore, now she'd have to dominate them entirely, control and sap their will.

Spells then; to crush their will. But that would require essence and since her magics were all sexual in nature she would require their semen. Fresh and un-mingled with other juices. That meant she could not steal condoms, but would need to get it herself, and it was oh so much fun to gather. Not to mention latex and spermicides fouled the effectiveness. Her mind wandered to a first target building a power base, and a good one where she could be defended and have someone to take care of people poking their noses too far. Spin and damage control would come later, when she would expand to media owners and paper editors. For now though the Mob. She'd control button men, and killers, who could protect her if something went bad. After all If you controlled the men everyone else feared, who would rise against you?
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Donatello Zorio also known as Donny the Chisel was hanging out in his favorite bar, he liked it for the ambiance he would say. More observant people unafraid of pissing him off would point out he liked it for young dumb busty girls in corsets. It being a bar on goth night. he'd been watching this one woman, tits the size of firm cantaloupes, mini waist, and pouty red lips that looked like they'd suck a golfball through 50 feet of garden hose. He was a main enforcer for the Gambini family, their go to man. He was nearing his forties, and still no one would dream of coming after him or the turf he was near. Entire Mob wars had been stopped on the threat that he'd be turned loose, and he was comfortable with that reputation. Tonight though he was just watching this one girl in her cage shaking her ass while she let herself get felt up by another woman. He could swear though that she was looking right at him, beckoning him closer. She wanted him and he was fine with that, he wanted her too.

 

[Pywakit]

Raven (as Syren)

She'd had many names over the past several months, but they were all disposable. Like the men she'd used the names to catch. Amber Harridan had been the last, and she'd been particularly proud of that one; siphoned away all of the old businessman's money at the same time she'd siphoned away his life in the form of his semen, leaving him depressed to the point of suicide. She'd left the gun with him, careful not to leave evidence she'd handled the weapon, and she'd heard the gunshot before she'd left the building. He hadn't waited long.

She couldn't even remember the name she'd been born with, but that didn't bother her either. Her closest allies, the ones she let live to serve her, knew her as Raven.

But tonight, she was someone else. Tonight, she was one of the club's newest hires, a beautiful, buxom goth girl named Syren Knight. A melodramatic name, sure, but one that fit in to the disguise. Raven felt she could get used to this body's curves, but she felt that way every time the ritual changed her appearance so she could begin her work anew.

And there he was. Donny the Chisel, right on time. She caught his eye and smiled. This form had been chosen not at random, of course; she'd done her research, and she knew the type of girl that Donny liked. She also knew he was an aggressive guy, and that excited her as well; so many of the men she'd seduced and ruined had not been challenges.

She winked at him, letting him know she was thinking of him as one of the other dancers' hands slid across her cleavage and then down her side to her hip. With a toss of the head, she beckoned him closer, running her tongue over her teeth in invitation.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Hypnotic.

That was the word he was looking for right? Hypnotic? Donny the Chisel had a well deserved reputation for being able to think on his feet, and a ruthless code of professional ethics. Two of his best traits. Traits that had allowed him to not only climb on top of the heap of La Cosa Nostra's button men, But to be independent of any one family, and able to take any contract while working in their wide and open world of intrigue and too often murder. the only man to do it since Richard Kuklinski. And unlike the pole he was Italian, a Made Man. Another thing no hitter had ever accomplished.

And he was staring at a girl's breasts with his mouth open, a cigarette almost falling off his lip, while his jaw hung down. She was just gorgeous. Tall, pushing 6 foot in those torturing heels of hers; and graceful. Even in those stiletto nightmares, she moved gracefully, In a tiny cage with another dancer and she glided about her, always in control, the other dancers small hands touching her flesh only when it seemed she was allowed to. Each of this tall woman's movements seemed practiced, honed with time and skill, and full of presence, like some predatory cat in her jungle. Her pale flesh had to have been poured into that corset too, the way it hugged her flesh, red laces pulling tight, breasts too big for her frame looking like they'd spill out of that tight top at any moment. He looked at his hands, and doubted even his massive paws would be able to cover one, the thick calloused tan flesh, so different from the milk white paleness of hers. Each fingernail painted a deep dark red like her lips, even the soft azure blue covering her eyelids stood out like a searchlight on the pristine canvas of her skin. Her hips were flaring, swinging back and forth while she walked and he was watching her leave the cage now, even as he realized he'd walked up to be closer to her.

Hypnotic? Yeah that was the word. This bitch was Hypnotic. His senses came back to him as he saw her tongue the tips of her teeth, crook her finger and bend to him offering all the wide expanse of her flesh to his gaze. Each sinous beat of her cage dance hitting him all at once, each seductive motion, each lustful gaze burning into him at once, rising over him electrifying his skin and forming an erection he'd swear he could hang wet towels off of. Her smile she was enjoying the effect she had, as he came closer shouldering a young skinny guy in a trench coat while he came to stand in front of her, eye to eye with gazes igniting in a molten way. He felt 30 buying a pornstar for the weekend, he was 20 years old, and about to make his bones, fuck, he felt 15 again, losing his virginity. She was that good.

Irony hit him as he realized all the dancers were leaving, a floor was opening and the Sweet tones of Marilyn Manson beginning to moan "I Put a Spell on You". His voice dark and moaning, a strain on Donny's ears but a tolerable one for now. His grin was wolflike while the song was in full swing. His hand touched her shoulder and with a quick violent motion he pulled her towards him, a jerk of her body into his that told her she had so little choice in this next matter. He whispered into her ear, while he held her.

"Dance with me."

 

[Pywakit]

Syren

Syren only smiled as he pulled her into his arms. She was used to aggressive guys... after all, they were the ones who generally rose to positions of power, and as a result the ones she preferred to hunt. It was good to see that her initial impressions of Donny from afar seemed to be relatively accurate.

She slid her arms up his sides and over his shoulders, weaving her fingers into a net to cradle the back of his head as she pressed her chest against him. Her corset was tight, forcing her large breasts up even before she pressed against him, those two creamy mounds piling up between them to form an inviting chasm of cleavage. She began to dance then, swaying and working her body against his, leading the dance but in a way that, to anyone who was watching, would make it look like he was leading. She kept his eyes locked with hers, and only when the song ended did she speak.

"Buy me a drink and tell me your name, handsome?"

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Other people gave the couple dancing a wide berth, some because they were afraid of him, others because he was certain they were putting on that good a show. Battling back and forth, making a sexy little struggle between them, as she would press against him piling those firm creamy mounds against his chest before dancing away preventing him from grabbing her, over and over he chased her, his hands touching only briefly and his hips grinding into hers while she slipped over his body like a waterfall. When the song ended she cleaved close to him, hardly even air separating them as he groped her ass, feeling it almost bare underneath the sparse coverings. His hand stayed attached as if by glue to her soft cheek as they walked to the bar.

"Buy me a drink and tell me your name, handsome?"

"Donny." He answered without a good deal of thought watching her lead him about like a bull on parade. "Donny Zorio, and what's my little queen of the damned drinking?" He made a snapping motion insistent and loud until the facially pierced, sunlight challenged bartender looked at him. "Bottle of Cristal." He turned back to her and leaned in, daringly close to touch her nose with his almost butting heads with the pale beauty. "I think meeting a woman as sexy as you is cause for celebration. Have you ever had champagne before?"

Somewhere in the back of his mind he could feel instincts dulling and others coming into play. Predatory desires coming to the surface, as he wanted to take her there in the club, on the bar, or over a table, in the cage, bent and holding the bars screaming and moaning. Images and visions assaulted him of all her wanton ways, fogging his mind with lustful thoughts. He wanted to get her out of here so fast, before he created a scene that might get him in more trouble with the law. All it would take was the notion that he was some sex crazed rapist for all the cards to come tumbling down, but damn if she made him want to risk it all, on wildly banging her hard and fast and brutally on the small stage at the edge of the club, while every pale goth boy worshiped her from afar.

 

[Pywakit]

Syren

"Of course I've had champagne before. What do I look like, some sort of low-rent beer guzzling leftover?" she smiled at him, then slid a single finger up his arm as if appraising him.

"But yeah, I'd love some champagne. But this is hardly the place for something classy like that, don't you think? Any suggestions on where we might find somewhere quieter to enjoy a drink like that?"

She could feel his lust, and knew that it would be a simple matter to get him to comply with her needs. She'd be harvesting his fluids within the hour, and from there the route to climb the ladder of his organization would be swift and, if she played her cards right, really rather fun.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Her touch was sending shivers up his arm. Little twitches that he'd controlled since he was a wet nosed kid learning to sew buttons. He calmed down and looked her over one more time, maybe he was just this lucky tonight, but something in his head said that this might have been a trap. But what a piece of meat they'd used for bait if it was. She was so perfect. His eyes blinked around that statement. She was perfect, just the absolutel best thing he'd ever hoped to find here tonight.

"Of course I've had champagne before. What do I look like, some sort of low-rent beer guzzling leftover?"

"Never little minx, but you never know with some of the kids you pick up here. You're a cut above the usual grade of girl that I find here, and I should remember that. " He should also remember what kind of games he was used to playing and this woman was too sharp too quick and too amazing too not factor that. His hand on her ass squeezed tight one more time. "Yeah pure prime meat."

"But yeah, I'd love some champagne. But this is hardly the place for something classy like that, don't you think? Any suggestions on where we might find somewhere quieter to enjoy a drink like that?"

There it was the rub. He'd wait and see what she suggested to find out if this was some other hitter using her or even if she was a player herself looking to make a name. Of course he had a place where he entertained company but he wasn't about to take her there until he was sure that she wasn't trying to kill him or even if she was that she didn't have a single method of doing it."My stretch is outside, it'll take us wherever you want to go. Or maybe we'll just ride around all night long."

Her answers would define the rest of the evening, no matter what he'd be getting a piece of her ass tonight the only real question to him was how safe it would be. Wheels started turning one more time in his head grinding out each scenario so he might be prepared for what she'd try, if she had a gun or a knife, or was hoping to fight him hand to hand. You never knew about people these days, Ahmad Bruce Lee Jaa fit into a 90 pound body with F cups just as easily as a 6'3 man carrying 260. In any case he'd be ready. "Why don't I have the bottle delivered out to the car."

 

[Pywakit]

Syren

"mmm..." she said. "Sounds perfect. Lead the way, Donny!" She watched as he purchased a bottle of champagne from the bar, flashing a large wad of cash and obviously taking pleasure in letting everyone who was watching know he was leaving with her as much as he was showing off the fact that he was allowed to take a bottle for the road.

Outside, his limo was already waiting, the driver standing by the open door. Syren maintained her cool exterior, but she was a little disappointed in the size of the limo. A car this big meant that they could get into all sorts of trouble inside, and she prefered to be alone when it came to the actual harvest. She didn't want to have to kill the driver to keep things silent... especially while he was driving. Well... hopefully, they'd figure out somewhere to go before he got tired of her, or too suspicious.

Syren slid into the limo and sat down, her legs slightly apart so that if Donny sat opposite her, he'd be able to see up her skirt to the pink flesh of her shaved pussy—no panties in sight!

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Take a drive Laurie."

The code was simple, the limo just wouldn't stop until he gave them an order from the back. In the plush seating there was more than enough room to get acrobatic if he wanted and the high ceiling, and lowered floor allowed him to almost stand if he wished. Holding the bottle he took a good look at this woman, wanting it to be cold and analytical, while he palmed the champagne cork off. What he saw made him lose the cork and watched it sale into one of the cushions bubbly slopping down the side of the bottle. The hard on in his pants twitched just as much, almost losing it itself.

She wasn't wearing any panties. That wasn't a new thing to him there were a lot of girls who removed them between the bar and the car, but again something was different about her hot pink cunt. Maybe it was how beautifully bare it was, completely smooth, and he bet it would be that way when he touched it too. Maybe it was how invitingly tight it looked, with soft lips just puckering out and the merest hint of pink behind the pale flesh. Did she powder herself there? and how was that kind of pale possible. Drawing two flutes and pouring each he left the bottle in an ice bucket and came to her.

"Now you understand miss that I'm an important man, and I don't just go sticking my dick in things, I'm gonna have to frisk you for weapons, and check for concealed objects." The line was cool, as if they didn't have metal detectors at the club, still it would give him good clearance to check each of her holes, for anything treacherous, you never knew after all. "Spread those lips for me, both sets."

 

[Pywakit]

Syren

Syren smiled. "So, I'm a big enough threat that you're skipping the strip search part of the security phase and going straight to the body cavity search?" She spread her legs, though, and her miniskirt slid up her thighs as her pale smooth pussy slid more into the soft light of the limo's interior.

"Do what you've gotta do, then," she said as she slid forward on the seat a little, presenting herself to him and holding a hand out for a glass at the same time.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Teeth flashed in a wolf like grin as he sidled over to the gothic woman in his car. Skirt hiked high so her creamy thighs were completely exposed to him, no other coloring mottling the pale milk white of her thighs, until the bare hairless spread pink of her pussy, dew glistening as if she needed but words to get herself wet. Donny's fingers slipped between his lips wetting themselves as he came set his bulk next to her body. Muscles coiled not just with the motion to lunge away in case of danger but also in tense prepartion of lust, anticipating how close it was to ravishing her in the back of this Limo.

"Yeah sweety just all kinds of voodoo about you making me be extra careful. But don't worry you'll get naked soon enough. I wanna get a mouthful of those melons you got, see if they taste as sweet as they look." Turning her face to his with the off hand he kissed her, pressing his lips to hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth running it along her teeth, to check for strings that might attach to a balloon in her stomach. Feeling nothing but enjoying the wet swapping of their saliva, he pulled back leaving a small trail between them. "Nothing there, lets try down here."

His teeth ran across her jaw and over her throat holding softly biting as a thick finger pressed inside her probing for anything, and finding nothing; finally tracing about and around her slick walls wanting her wet and dripping for the more fun events later on. "I guess somethings really can be too good and still be true, you're probably the greatest thing to ever grace this backseat short of myself." Inside his head suspicions clamoured for his attention but lust and logic were powerful forces finding nothing he was coming back to her spell, to want her to have her to fuck her until morning. By god that would be glorious.

 

[Pywakit]

Syren

Syren shuddered and exhaled softly as she felt his finger sliding inside of her body, probing her, brushing tantalizingly against her g-spot before he slid it out of her. She took his hand in hers and lifted it to her lips, pulling his dripping finger into her mouth to suck it clean. As she finished, she released her grip on his hand and smiled, presenting her tits to him.

"There's still plenty of places I could have hidden something on my body, of course. You'd better check them as well, so you don't get hit with any surprises..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Donny

When her back arced to present to him, Donny could only grin. He was a breast man through and through and her thrust out melons were the stuff he'd previously only dreamed of. Hands roamed PVC covered flesh, striving to pull them out of the tight corset, to pull on her nipples and suck all the sweet flesh she had bared for him, and with effort one popped a small pink nipple out, a stark contrast to the pale colour of all the rest of her breast. Such a teasing sight, he wanted it in his mouth so badly. "Not wearing a bra either? With tits like this? baby you have to be magic for something like that." Fingers pulled at laces letting the PVC corset loosen each lace letting another swell of her bust greet him, and another swell of his cock came as she was slowly revealed to his eyes.

With a glint like a child unwrapping the Christmas present they've been waiting all year for he pulled away the last of her corset leaving her in the tight little mini skirt she'd barely been wearing all night. "Oh you are a treat, I'm gonna gobble you all up. Miss....? " Fog ran over his mind, he'd told her his name she'd asked int eh club, but he'd never gotten hers. Did he even need it? Maybe, if she was good enough to make him moan it instead of Jesus when she was wanking him with those soft tits, then perhaps he'd need to know it.

His mouth stopped working, and went to sucking at the pale expanse of her body, tongue teasing the aerolae and dancing around her nipples letting the moistness of his saliva cool and the breeze of the air conditioning run over them. Nibbles against the full soft flesh of her tits, and soft kisses raining down her decolletage, in a trail leading to her belly button, Tongue swirling in it, daring in a motion to go lower, to touch the cloth of her mini and dip between her thighs to what it should be covering. He wanted her to be screaming his name out before they got to his apartment so when there he could have everything he wanted from her all to himself.

 

[Pywakit]

Syren

"mmmm..." she moaned as his head trailed lower, his lips brushing against the tender flesh just below her belly button. She ran her delicate fingers through his hair, her large chest flushed and heaving.

"You can call me Syren, Donny," she said. "Although I suspect you'll have a bit of trouble doing that if you're busy gobbling me up, hmm?"

She slid her hands down to her hips, then slid thumbs under the hem of her skirt. She lifted up, raising her hips, and then deftly slid her miniskirt down her legs and kicked it to the side. Naked now save for her gloves and boots, she sank back into the limo's leather seat and spread her legs for Donny. No longer half-obscured by shadows, her shaved pussy glistened wetly in passing streetlights shining through tinted windows, and just above, a small silver ring set with a single black pearl pierced her clitoral hood.

"I want to feel you kiss me, Donny... I want to feel you taste me... to feel your tongue exploring me... bathing me... gobbling me..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Your wish." Donny joked and fell on her like a starving man. His calloused hands helped spread her legs even further pulling them up above his shoulders, his nose and face so close he breathed her in, sampling the smell of her arousal like a brandy or wine, and it was just as intoxicating. The first taste was always the best, the faint moisture of his tongue the thrill of his taste buds collecting the faintest trickle of dew. Long and thick a powerful sweep of his tongue across her weeping slit over her lips. she tasted divine. Just the hint of her flavour was enough to want more.

He groaned a delight to her and smiled. "My compliments to the chef. It's a fine appetizer." Fingers traced over her mons across the thick pouty nether lips, coaxing the flower to open and spreading the petals as it were. So flush and pink, he noticed. His tongue walked across her one more time, tasting her inner warmth and touching the hood piercing with it's black pearl. Syren, huh. This one didn't even need to sing to capture men. Again he fell to eating at her; his lips nibbing at hers, sucking them in on either side, teasing away before the main course.

And there it was wet open and waiting it's fragrance beckoning. Softly at first he kissed the pink flesh his face smearing in her juices as his tongue began to slowly penetrate her hole. Deftly he swirled it about inside of her over and over turning and writhing remembering Johnny Moran's sister. This cunt was still sweeter. He tried to push in further fluttering his tongue inside her before pulling out licking his lips of her taste. Again and again he dove into her thrusting his tongue in and out of her as it lapped about her cunt. His thumb slowly playing with the ring coaxing her pearl out into the open, wanting to play with her little clitty, and then he'd have some real fun, making her buck on his fingers. Satisfied he made a tap letting Laurie know that he should leave the car running outside the apartment when they got there, so he could finish his fun in the backseat.

 

[Pywakit]

Syren

Syren moaned and stretched her arms out to either side as he worked at her pussy with his mouth and fingers, playing the part of the aroused and about to be conquered vixen to the hilt. Of course, if anyone was about to be conquered, it was Donny, but he had no way of knowing that when he came, his seed would be his undoing. Syren could use it to seize control of his mind and body so that all that would remain was a loyal and devoted servant to the woman. A perfect spy and agent she could then use to continue her goals.

But before she emptied into him and took over his mind, she was determined to enjoy his aggressive ministrations. As she grew closer and closer to her climax, her own aggression increased as well. She was starting to buck against him, starting to grind her cunt against his face. Finally, as she was nearing her orgasm, she pulled back from him—it wouldn't do to waste her energy on a climax at this point.

Instead, she pushed him back into the facing seat, causing him to land in the center, arms to either side and legs splayed apart.

"Enough of that for now," she said. "I bet you're aching for some special attention, hmm?" Her fingers were already working at his pants, the sides of her tits rubbing against the insides of his thighs as she did. She had his pants open in no time, his cock popping free and fully into view. She leaned forward and caught his erection between her tits, nestling it in her cleavage. Those immense breasts hid it all from view as she used her hands on either side to press her tits around him.

"How does that feel, Donny?"

 

[chronicle_tenko]

(OOC: My sincere apologies for the lateness of my reply. I have not had a lot of time to sit and write recently. I am hoping to change that.)

Each little suck and slurp he made, he could feel brought her closer to something incredible. Somewhere distant in his mind he could feel how much he wanted her release wanted to feel her soak his face, almost more than he wanted to feel his own. His will felt drained by lust, like it was being devoured by her, some alien sexual predator hellbent on swallowing his soul his mind, and everything that made him Him.

Donny didn't care. He wanted her to get off Now. The next few moments surprised him, quite a lot actually. First her hands shoved him. Hard, hard enough to move him back into his own seat and land him flat on his ass there.

"Enough of that for now," she said. "I bet you're aching for some special attention, hmm?"

He went to move up, get himself into a defensive position, and the touch of her hands on his thighs the tops and sides of her breasts rubbing between them her hands all over his crotch, undoing his pants unzipping his fly and pulling his steel hard member from the confines of his boxers calmed him. Questions, answers, threats, accusations everything he could have said or might have said sunk out of mouth with a throaty groan, an Ooohhhh, of delight as her warm hands began to work against him and then the soft pillowy mounds of tit flesh nestled him, warmer tighter and sweeter than any cunt he'd previously pounded.

"How does that feel, Donny?"

"Oh sweet christ syren that feels so... Ohhh fuck, that feels good." His eyelids fluttered. Inwardly he felt himself give up a man card and not care, she could make them flutter all night long, and if she kept this up they'd rolling into the back of his head. Over and over wetness from her mouth slurping and drool soft sucking sounds with noisy slurps and the persistent pressure and soft motiuon of her melons over his cock, Donny could hardly stand it, white knuckles gripped the leather as he got closer and closer, teetering so dangerously close to the precipice of a pit he'd never escape.

 

[Pywakit]

Syren

She rode him, keeping her tits pressed together, trapping his dick between them as she stroked him, moving up and down so that at one moment, the tender head of his cock was lost in the creamy depths of her cleavage, while at another the purple crown protruded from between them, surfacing like some curious fish, the hole at its tip opening from the friction of its emergence like a mouth gasping for air. The first time his cock emerged like this she let a string of drool dribble down over that tiny hole. The second time, she licked it. The third time and every time thereafter, she took his cock in her mouth and gave him an encouraging suck and tonguing, transfering more and more spit in between her breasts by means of his dick as she did. She was quickly growing slick between her tits, and the lessening friction was allowing him greater freedom between those pillowy mounds. She heard how his breath was hitching, how his eyes were fluttering, and knew he was only seconds away from coming. Only seconds away from giving himself up to her forever.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

(My apologies for the waiting)

Breath caught in his throat, hot choking, as if the air in his lungs would smother him the way her breasts smothered his throbbing shaft. He was so very close, and even though he didn't want to spill so quickly, wanted and badly to bury himself deep in this woman's pussy, he couldn't hold on. Fumbling grasps at self control only managed to have him puff out sounds, words beyond him for a moment. And then he saw her eyes.

Hot lustful, and wanting. she desired this climax almost more than he did it seemed. naked greed for him to spend himself glittered there, un understood in it's real intention by Donny the Chisel, he could only imagine that this hot little number wanted his cum. "Yeah you want me to come?" He hardly managed the words, but they dripped from his mouth anyway. "You wanna wear a real man's load on that slutty little face of yours? Well i got it for you, I'll paint those tits, give you a real pearl necklace too to go with this one, Oh fucking slut I'm coming!"

Thick pearly ropes began to spurt forward, jetting out from between the tight trap of her breasts, to splatter against her neck and chin, fountaining back down over the tops of her immense breasts, spilling down to drip off her nipples. Groans follow along with breath caught in his throat the choking sensation from earlier, However it refuses to abate, Much like his spurting dick neither the choking nor the orgasm will cease, panic begins though he feels weak, each burst of strength flowing freely from his body through his wild orgasm, each drop of his seed leeching more of himself away, and he ceases to care, only the feeling of her warmth, the the mind breaking pleasure she's giving as his cum washes over her face, untill finally limp and tired in body and spirit a lazy voice echoes.

"What would you wish of me?"

 

[Pywakit]

Syren

With one foot, she pushed Donny back. He slumped into the opposite seat from her, his gaze vacant, his cock now limp. She stretched before him, enjoying the feeling of so much man-seed on her neck and tits, feeling the sticky heat of his come running down between her breasts or already drying to a tacky gum on her nipples. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and suddenly all of that come on her slithered to life, sliding up her breasts and neck against gravity, running up to her parted lips and between them, down into her mouth and into her swallowing throat. It took only a few seconds, but in those few seconds she'd swallowed away Donny's offering, sealing the pact between them. She opened her eyes and saw the complete and utter devotion in his eyes.

Perfect. He would be an excellent agent. And his home would be a fine place to begin her latest plan.

She dressed, slithering back into her tight corset with a practiced ease. And as she did, she spoke.

"You will have your driver take us to your home. When we get there, you'll take me up to wherever it is a creature like you lives. Any of your help or your friends or staff see me, you act like you've conquered another little slut and you're taking her up to your room to bang the shit out of her. But when we get to your place, I'll have some real work for you, my darling..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

He heard and obeyed. Deep,deep and inside him a voice screamed impotently, raging with a useless fury, that he needed to plant his foot on her neck, and using a tire iron beat the flesh off her her, but Donny only heard and obeyed.

"Of course." He sat silent hardly looking, no matter hwo pleasing the form that had reduced him to this, she had not made that command yet, and so for the remaining blocks he didn't even place his flaccid member back into his pants, until the red light flashed twice signalling that they were within the underground parking garage he used. Tucking his member back insie he left his pants unzipped and his belt undone, with a subtle and efficient movement he came forward and whispering a soft apology, he yanked his mistress' skirt up hiking it high so her bare flawless bottom greeted the world. His hand closed on it while he pulled her across his lap. With one firm hand across her pale perfect flesh th other removed a small holdout, pistol from an inside pocket of his coat. Waiting for the door to open he aimed.

The door opened and his driver looked unconcerned. "We're inside and there's no one else here you can go on up boss, and may I say enjoy this night, you really hit the jackpot here, but I'm surprised her lips aint already tugging on your sausage, you loving this one tender?" The driver's cocky grin brought a slight raise in the pistol before it disappeared back into the coat.

"Just making sure she knows who's the boss." A small swift slap of buttock, the flesh jiggling with the soft impact of his hand across it drew an apprecative grin from both men. "But listen Johnny, Just cause you do that Gay Porn stuff don't mean every one likes an audience, I ain't no performer. So take the car and have a good night back at the club huh, If I need ya in the morning I'll call you not the other way round. Capicse?"

Johnny tilted the glasses he wore back up his nose. "Yeah Donny I got it. The firendly Jocularity in his voice was real and as Donny lifted his mistress bodily out of the car and tossed her over his shoulder he only noted the car going away.

Once the elevator doors closed Donny joabbed the top floor and stuck a key into a slot behind a hidden faceplate, disabling the elevator for other stops and turning off the security cameras. With a reverence reserved for the don, and the care one uses with new borns he placed his mistress upon the ground and bowed to her feet. Zipping his pants and doing up his belt. "I am sorry, I was only following your instructions, I attempted to save you as much embarassment as I could however." His eyes and lips closed thereafter and in silence he continued the journey to his penthouse, kneeling on the floor of the elevator head at her feet.

 

[Pywakit]

Raven

Raven sighed as she watched him kneel before her, and felt her alter ego wash from her as well. Her persona as Syren Knight had done its duty, and she now had an incredibly important thrall. She ran her fingers across the top of his head in an almost loving motion.

"You did well, my pet. I will need to give you a reward later. But first, tell me of what waits for us above? Is your penthouse empty? Will we have it to ourselves? If there are others there, you must continue the charade that I am your latest conquest until you can get them out of there. My goals will be much easier to meet if the world thinks I am your pet, and not the other way around..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Her compliment thrilled him and the idea of a reward perked him back to standing. "We'll be alone. No one else can access the floor without this card. Unless the Don himself has business or the police are raiding We will be alone." The room key was being passed to her, as a deep voice yelled traitor in his mind, and that was more information than he wanted to give her, but it came anyway, and slowly the inflection of his voice was returning.

Deep inside him he felt a primal changing, a swift thought overtaking the few bits of his subconscious, that it wasn't so much of a trade simply working for this goddess of a woman compared to some old useless shell of a man. His arm held the elevator door open for her, while he re-turned the key, allowing the elevator free movement again. Then he followed her, walking slowly to match her pace. It was easy to see where once she was a slut seducing him, now all he saw was power. Power in her movements, power in her voice, even in the way her hips cocked to present her curves. That was the subtle signals He was recieving, this woman was a more dangerous predator than him, and he'd enjoy working under her.

His penthouse door opened and again he held it for her. "We're alone here, and we won't need to leave for at least two days, I'll have to check in with one of the Outfit's Capo's then, though I could have him meet me here. My driver Johnny will be back just after noon, He'll be bringing food for one though he won't get back in unless he's let in. Until then and as long as you wish it this is all yours."

The apartment was massive, the entire top floor of the high rise with balconies on Five points in a pentagon. Each balcony curved to offer a more panoramic view of the surrounding city, though smoked glass let little light in. Each wall was almost 80 or ninety feet across, and 5 rooms dwarfed what seemed a much smaller entryway. "There are other doors all around the elevator for easier access to each room though they all link to each other. The key opens all of them though I have a passcode and a hard key beyond that card to get in. I'll have copies made as if I lost them, and have them all changed so it seems I am re worried about security. To our right is the bedroom and the left a living area and kitchen, I have a small personal gym with a sauna and jacuzzi up here as well, The cleaners must be buzzed in. The two back rooms are used for business, My personal office is there and the last is for entertaining guests. The windows are bullet proof glass, and still I stay away from them. No matter how certain that salesman was that Nothing would get through them and no one could see in, I get a little nervous around them anyway. There are quiet rooftops with scenic views of here. And cameras are just as deadly as high powered rifles sometimes."

As he watched her move he made few motions to take her around his home, The words changed, in his mind. Her home. And that felt just as wrong. Her base. He'd have to ask her later. "Does it meet your approval? and then what work would you have me do?"

 

[Pywakit]

Raven

She took her time strolling through her new headquarters, taking in the sights with an approving eye. Finally, the tour complete, she turned to face Donny with a smile. "This is quite excellent, Donny," she said. "Go now and tend to the locks and your other matters. I need time to think and plan. Return this evening and we will further discuss your... reward." She winked at him and smiled again, making sure he knew what that reward would be.

After he left, she retired to sauna. It seemed a great place to relax, and once she was sure Donny was gone, she slipped out of her clothes and settled down into a meditative position in the middle of the sauna. Steam rose from the hot rocks after she ladled water over them, and she took a deep breath and concentrated on the load of come she'd harvested from him. She could feel him through the load in her belly, could almost see through his eyes if she wanted, but that would deplete her magical hold over him to quickly. She needed to take it easy. He was enthralled to her enough that he wouldn't think of escaping yet, and when he returned, she would gather more of his seed, further binding his will to her command.

Eventually, her magical energies finally focused, she emerged from the sauna, showered, and ran her fingers over her clothes. They rippled and writhed as she expended a small amount of her magic to change them, and soon she was dressed once again... if only barely. The lacy red lingerie consisted of a strappless bra, red stockings, and a flimsy red thong. All of which matched the red highlights in her hair and let very little else to the imagination. She arrived at the bedroom and slithered up onto the bed to await Donny's return... he wouldn't be long now...

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Rory McConnolly

There was more than just the cold stares and harsh words that made Rory hate this case. It was the waiting he decided. Being almost completely unable to follow the path of anything as he could only ever see the aftermath, and sometimes even then, he didn't gain anything useful from teh crime.

So he waited chasing aging men who married young sexpots. It was the last interview he was conducting when someone called him 'the mine boss' When Rory chuckled and asked why he was getting this nickname a sneer and a curled lip had informed him.

"Well you're the one hassling Gold diggers right? We're not all murderess'."

Since then it'd been kind of personal. But this looked to be a break. It was a computer printout. In itself not exciting but it showed rthe contents of a safety deposit box being emptied, one that was connected to the original black widow case. It was the son's personal Deposit, containing family heirlooms, and few FEW people had access to it. It had taken a while for the lawyers to get the document to him but there it was. Proof that the perp was still around. And it looked like she was heading to Chicago of all places. For once Rory felt a surge of good fortune go through him. Maybe the end was in sight.
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Donatello Zorio walked locking each door and grabbing up the cards that opened each one. Once they were in his hand he commissioned new ones making calls to different contractors to replace his locks tomorrow. "Two sets this time, gotta have a master copy for the Boss ya know, and I want the newest equipment ya mooks got. Those russians keep getting edgier everytime I go gamblin'." Once he hung up he looked out the plated glass. What was her goal? What did Mistress want that couldn't simply be taken, and try as he might the answers would not come. Long hours passed while he thought idly busying himself with important things. Tentatively cancelling every small meeting he could, making sure there were two breakfasts in a warming bag outside the elevator, Anyting to allow her time and energy to go about her tasks, before his reward later. The thought sent each nerve tingling.

Finally evening came, and he'd compiled a dossier of assets, stooges, men, weaponry, and favors he could call. "Mistress?" He knocked on the door to his own bedroom. "If you're ready for me again, I have details on everything I can lay my mitts on. It's all yours." He opened the door then moving in to see her sprawled across his bed, A strapless bra somehow pushing up her breasts, Red stockings leading to the smallest patch of red silk, he'd ever seen. Wisps of her gorgeous honeyed slit peeked from the thin line of her thong and it was almost more than he could bare not to crush her to the bed and tear it off her.

With self control brought only by the magical compulsion in his mind though he retained his distance, and tossed the manila folder to her. "It's there and It is all yours."