East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 02 – Better Times (or Freed from the Witch)

Just three years after his marriage, Aaron sat glumly in a Los Angeles hotel bar, slowly nursing a bottle of Mexican beer. His father-in-law was elsewhere, busy entertaining an important client. Not invited for the fun, Aaron decided to while away the evening in the hotel bar. He hated hotel rooms and didn't feel like going out alone to eat.

Unnoticed by Aaron, a mismatched pair enters the bar. A thirty-something giant is leading a well-dressed, diminutive Asian into the hotel bar. Aaron felt a massive blow to his back as the giant thumped him while exclaiming, "Aaron, is that you? You summabitch!" Before he could respond, the man swept him off the stool into his enormous arms.

"Steve Austin? I thought you stayed in Kosovo for another tour?" Aaron responded to his buddy with a strong hug himself.

"Nah, like you I became disgusted with the whole thing. Politicians and generals! Everyone always changing their mind and nobody with the guts to commit to what really needed to be done. Besides, I was threatened with deployment to a new peacekeeping operation in the Sudan. It would be the same thing over again, … no winners, only losers."

"Yeah," Aaron wearily responded. "Things never seem to change for the grunts or the natives. But, you lasted three more years than me."

"No, only stayed two more years than you. I've been out on my own for just a year now. We'll talk more about that later. I'm meeting a client now for about the next 30 minutes. Wait for me." Steve grinned and swaggered away.

Aaron observes that the client is noticeably upset; he is gesturing and cursing. After a few minutes, he settles down and leans forward, intently listening to what Steve is calmly saying. The Asian keeps nodding his head as Steve continues speaking for a long time. Their drinks completely ignored on the table between them. Finally, they both stand and shake hands. They each bow slightly at the waist and the well-dressed Asian quickly strides out of the bar.

Across the room, Steve beckons Aaron to come over. Aaron throws a twenty down on the bar and moves over to greet Steve again. They talk and drink for hours.

Several drinks into the evening, Aaron opens up about the sorry situation with his life. "Steve, it really does suck! I think I could handle the humiliation and boredom at work if I had something to come home to. You know I don't lose control and get drunk; but, a few months ago, I really tied one on. When I got home, Veronica was laying in bed in one of her brief nighties. Man! I tell you she has a sweet ass."

Steve merely nodded. He knew his friend needed to talk this out. Steve remembered the dedication and professionalism that Aaron put into everything he did while a Marine. "Aaron, I know you tried to make it work," he gently prodded, "But, she is much younger than you."

"It's more than that," Aaron said. "You know before the baby was born she was sweet and vivacious. She even seemed to like being submissive about half the time during sex," he hesitantly added.

Steve raised his eyebrows. "And I thought you were 'Straight-As-An-Arrow-Aaron'," he joked back.

The attempt at humor went way over the morose Aaron's head. "Nah, it wasn't kinky or anything. In fact, that time I did get drunk, … wow that was a big mistake."

Steve took a big slug of the beer he had been neglecting. "What do you mean?" he prompted back.

"Well, I'm not sure we should talk about it," Aaron sheepishly replied.

"Look buddy, you're facing a crisis here. I can tell you're getting ready to burst and God only knows what you would do, losing both your wife and job at once. If you do something stupid I can see you getting in trouble with the law." Steve was serious about helping his buddy; but he was beginning to get the idea that maybe they could help each other.

"OK, I'll tell you. However, don't think I'm a pervert or anything. That night, … I was drunk! I kinda lurched onto the bed, naked of course. Yeah, I remember everything that night. Actually, I can never forget it."

"Back to the story, Aaron," Steve dryly reminded his friend.

Aaron gulped down another slug of his Pacifico and continued, "She was facing the other way and since it was kinda warm that night, she had kicked the covers down toward the foot of the bed. I knew she woke up when I fell onto the bed; but, she never budged. That sweet ass pointed right at me. And you know, … no of course you don't, … anyway, after the pregnancy, she had started to wear these thong things as her body toned up. They actually aren't too sexy to the touch compared to wispy silk; but, man did they frame her butt in the best possible way."

He stopped to take a breath and started again. "Well, she had claimed for months that she wasn't aroused or in the mood for 'it' each time I started to cuddle with her. That night I was pissed, … heh, heh, … well drunk and mad both. I started to fondle those beautiful buns and she scooted away from me.

Veronica told me in her snottiest voice, "You're drunk and you stink of smoke and cheap booze. Let me sleep"

"I dunno. Something about her voice, that beautiful body that she wouldn't share anymore, and the liquor made me boil over. I really fucked up man. I yanked her back to me, keeping her on her tummy, and my leg flipped across her back. I thumped my ass down hard on her back and faced that luscious ass. At that moment, I didn't even think of Veronica the wife. I only thought of that virgin ass that had taunted me for two full years. Nothing else mattered but to punish that thing."

"Whoa dude, what did you do?" Steve interrupted with visible interest now.

"Well, I started to whomp that ass. No other way to describe it; I got her with a flurry of at least 50 hard slaps across the back, the sides, the bottom, and in between her gorgeous cheeks. I even got in a few licks down against the bottom of her pussy mound as her legs opened up. She was really shrieking and screaming – and completely unable to control her body at all. I think I finally only stopped to catch my breath."

"The problem is that I am sitting there naked looking at this beautiful red ass and her back is pushing my balls up, forcing my cock against my belly button. We, my cock and I, both needed some relief. And, … here's the real bad part. I turned around, pushed the bitch's head into the mattress, and grabbed our two pillows from the headboard. Then, while she was still gasping for breath, I lifted her hips up and moved her across the pillows. I ripped those damn thongs off her ass, … and that musta really hurt. I was in that ass before she could think about yelling."

Aaron stopped for a minute to reflect on that night. He wasn't ready to share the fact that it wasn't that simple. Veronica had screamed like a banshee when his plum-sized cockhead got stuck in her cherry ass. In fact, it took several violent lunges before he had three inches inside her. After the baby, she never let him into her pussy without a condom. She never even started taking birth control pills. Aaron's view was that Veronica felt she didn't need them since she never wanted to lose control of her sex life again.

The upshot of this situation was that Aaron didn't take the time to either lube up (and there had never been anything like sex-lube in the house anyway) or to grab a condom. His hard, dry cock was sitting there stuck three inches in her ass while she screamed bloody murder below him. Aaron had held her hips tightly against his cock and kept her legs too widely spaced to get purchase against the sheets.

Aaron fully remembered what happened next. He was so hard from the thrill of getting back at the Ice Queen that he just pushed, and pushed until he buried himself to the hilt in her bowels. He never once pulled back out to try and ease it to her. Instead, he ended up with his pubic hair mated tightly against her dry brown grommet and his dick welded to her intestinal wall below. She nearly fainted when he tried to start sawing in and out. Her intestines wouldn't release the steel bar stuck up her ass. Veronica thought that the cock sucked her guts out her rear. Later she told Aaron that it hurt so bad that she couldn't even yell anymore. She could only weep silently in agony and humiliation, half-unconscious as her ass yanked back and forth from his thrusts.

The fact of the matter was that Aaron had never felt as alive as that night. It only happens once or twice in a lifetime, but the combination of anger and alcohol kept his dick hard for well more than an hour while he plundered her rear. He finally got tired of scratching his dick in and out of the dry asshole in front of him. Without mercy, he pulled it out and thrust it back, … into her unprepared cunt. Veronica cried out again at this added indignity. The battered woman had no choice in the way her body responded by juicing up her pussy, coating his cock with her slippery fluids. After five minutes of battering that tight pussy, he pulled out and pushed back into her ass, once again in a single heartless lunge. Every few minutes, as his cock dried out from pumping her ass, he would switch back to her cunt to lube up again. When he neared the end, he started slapping her ass with his hands. Each hand momentarily let loose of a now black-and-blue hip and viciously slapped her ass with a single resounding blow. He kept going, one side after the other until he started to spurt deep in her rectum. "Man! That was heaven," he reflected.

"Steve," Aaron finally continued, "I know that Veronica loved it. Yes, it tore her rectum; but, in fact she came over and over once I really started it on both her holes."

"Whoa, you did both holes while you were drunk?" Steve questioned his friend with a real grin of appreciation on his face.

"Well, I didn't tell you all the details," Aaron responded. "But, when I was finally finished, so was she. In fact, I think the climaxes made both of us pass out, with me still wedged in her ass. I know she was still cumming as I fell asleep. The shit really hit the fan the next day though. She threw a real temper tantrum that morning and threatened everything, … bodily harm, the loss of my dick, divorce, the works … you name it, she threatened it."

Aaron remembered another detail he didn't share with his buddy. That night, Veronica came so hard, and so long, that Aaron could almost still feel the spasms of her vaginal and intestinal walls against his aching cock. Even months later, the thought still made him hard. He had fucked both those holes for at least three rounds while she writhed in ecstasy below his bludgeoning dick. She might not have even been conscious when he finally spurted deep into her ass.

"But Steve, what really hurt is that while I was out of control and abusive that night, I really know she loved it in the end. She would have begged me, promised anything if I had come to my senses, and stopped plunging her. Instead the next day, she treated it as if every bit of it was rape; instead of just the start."

"Actually Aaron, you would be amazed at the number of women who love the full range of treatment. These chicks love the gamete, from gentle romantic sex, to rough wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am fucking. In fact, … not bragging, … but, I have had several 'girlfriends' that occasionally need complete and absolute loss of control as part of their healthy sexual life. Believe me, I'm more than willing to be in total charge. Trust me, it's the best." Aaron's story had released similar thoughts between the two friends normally reticent about discussing sexual conquests.

Aaron and Steve sat together and silently thought about the complexities of the opposite sex while they finished their beers on the table.

Finally, much later, Steve said, "Aaron, believe it or not, your experience with Veronica may have been a blessing. I think that I have a business proposition for you, … , if you can keep an open mind that is."

Steve Austin explained that he is now a 'marketing specialist' in his own international shipping business. Well, accurate enough for now, anyway. He asked Aaron to help him out of a jamb. The Asian that he came in with, a Mr. Fernando Estrada, had an emergency commission that Steve couldn't turn down. Because of the immediacy of the job, it would be especially dangerous to jump into with little prior planning. Steve promised a straight-up fee of $40,000 with the possibility of considerably more in a bonus if Mr. Estrada is fully satisfied with their work. The chance of working with his buddy again, and some excitement and danger to boot, gave Aaron little room for choice. He also considered that the $40,000 wasn't bad given that he was untrained and untested in the business. Aaron agreed and the two shook hands.

The two ordered another round of drinks and got down to business.

Author: Desert Dog

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