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East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure
Chapter 16 – A Fresh Start in Martinique (or Careful Whom You Trust)
Doctor Rachael Patricia Quaid was content. She stretched languidly on the soft, king-sized bed. The naked and still sleeping form of a man lay beside her.
"Oh, God," she thought. "His cock was so perfect. It was way too long since, …" and her inner voice stopped as she realized that due to her preoccupation with: first, protecting herself from investigation and arrest; her revenge against the investigator, Marie Mathis – she had deprived herself of a normal sexual encounter for more than eighteen months. "Actually," she admitted to herself, "you've been such a bitch for so long that you can't remember your last satisfying sexual experience."
Not wanting to wake her exhausted and hopefully satiated partner, Rachael lay quietly and started a slow round of isometric exercises to work out her stiffness and get ready to face the day. She began with her toes and feet; clenching, relaxing, twisting, and repeating the process with every major muscle group and joint.
She blushed furiously and trembled in remembrance as squeezing her sore ass muscles triggered memories from just five evenings ago. That was her last night as Doctor Patricia Kay. In order to be freed from her treacherous past, Patricia Kay had reluctantly agreed to a punishment.
Robert Morgan, her new lover still slumbering beside her, had brutally whipped her and then raped her. Faint marks still criss-crossed her shoulders, back, ass, thighs, and pussy from the vicious blows. "He actually struck me fifty times," she reflected, "… plus, five were on my cunny, … and more on my poor ass."
He had treated Doctor Quaid with dignity and respect since. The next morning, Friday, had been an amazing whirlwind trip through Miami; first lawyers, then banks, her clinic, and lastly his townhouse for the weekend.
Rachael appreciated the time alone he had provided her over the long weekend. "I had a lot to think about," she thought. Little did she realize that while she slept and worked on her prosthetic project for Puppy; her savior, Robert, was busy at his warehouse settling in his new lover and rescued torture slave, the former Miss Marie Mathis. Many cryptic phone conversations and coded internet transmissions between the east and west coast branches of Robert's business occurred throughout his busy weekend.
Events on Monday, only yesterday to the worn out surgeon, had proven to Rachael that she had escaped the certain death she deserved after preparing to testify against Steve Austin and his organization. She knew that the cold ball of fear that had eaten away at her for months only disappeared when her liquid assets were safely moved into her new accounts. By liquidating everything she owned, Robert had helped make her a cash multi-millionaire. Rachael expected her account to grow from over $4.75 million to nearly $13.25 million during the next thirty days.
"No," she reflected, "fucking Robert had not been my intent. But, I will be able to keep him wrapped around my finger as an added insurance policy." Her fingers on one hand had been busy massaging blood into her sore ass cheeks while her other hand idly twined its digits through her stiff and matted pussy hair. "Mmmm," she murmured aloud. "He does use his monster cock like a demon would," she continued to herself and proceeded to dig her fingers deeper, beyond her wet squishy labia and into her pussy.
Beside her, Robert had actually awakened as her breathing pattern shifted out of sleep mode. He was also content from their evening and night of sex; but he remained alert to the fact that the beautiful body beside him could revert to its prior vicious, cruel, and vengeful mode.
Otherwise, his thoughts mirrored hers – reviewing important events from the last five days. His primary concern focused on complicated events set in motion, but not yet finished. Robert knew his own capabilities and he explicitly trusted his partner, Steve. He was less certain when he was forced to rely on others, particularly strangers. He grinned surreptitiously as he thought about thriving upon complicated, interwoven strategies. He was indeed satisfied for the first time in years that life was worth living.
Ever alert to his surroundings, Robert's unconscious monitoring of his environment during his musings alerted him to the fact that his sex partner had hunched over into a fetal position with both hands digging into her pussy. "She's masturbating," he grinned. His half-stiff morning woodie twitched in anticipation of another round of sex. Robert idly stroked his three-inch-wide shaft and looked at the lovely pattern of stripes on the back beside him in bed. The throbbing dick in his hand twitched and jerked as he thought of his dry cock forcing its way into that virgin ass. As if it knew what Robert's thoughts were, each of Rachael's cheeks started to clench and her hips started to move. "She's fucking herself now," he observed. Robert listened to her breathing hoarsen and grow louder. "Soon," he thought.
Caught up in her own conflicting fantasy world of pain, sexual humiliation, and yearning for freedom, Rachael kept on frigging herself completely unaware of her surroundings.
Robert knelt beside the frantically gyrating ass and smelled her musk invade the room. He kept still, holding both pillows from the bed in his left hand. Deciding that she would cum any second, he moved swiftly. Robert forcefully grabbed her by the hips and flopped her, belly down, onto the small pile of pillows. Before her overloaded brain could realize what was happening, his hard cock was driven balls-deep into her sloppy pussy.
Sexual heat coursed through her body as the nine-inch bludgeon rammed in and out of her sensitized pussy. He was beyond his tenth hammer-like stroke before she could clutch the sheets and begin to move her ass in counter-tempo to his thrusts. It was perfect. "Ohhh," she moaned aloud. "Yesss, yesss, fuck, … fuck, ohhh, … fuck meee."
Robert loved it when a partner lost control and started to babble. It told him that his cock was conquering another woman. The beautiful surgeon beneath him had shut down her talented modern brain; it was responding only with those basic primal instincts devoted to pleasure, procreation, survival, and conception. Despite Robert's self-acknowledged skill at sex, her blurred hip gyrations put his to shame. She was hot! Robert's dick felt like it was plugged into a greedy, grasping, squeezing, wet, hot, fuck machine. Robert sped up his fucking to try and catch the out-of-control creature below him. It was as if his cock maintained the blistering pace in an attempt to escape the unbearable pleasure her cunt was providing.
Soon, both lay gasping and drenched with sweat. "Baby," she gasped, "you are a great fuck. How did you know I needed you at just that moment? Ohhh, it was so good!"
Robert kissed her sweaty brow and responded dryly, "Well, it was hard not to know. When you started to jostle the bedsprings, I woke up. By then, you were huffing and puffing as if you were in a marathon gangbang. As to timing – well, each time we've made love, we orgasmed together without holding back or speeding. We just fuck and know it will work out for each of us.
--L--A--T--E--R--
Rachael became aroused again in the shower. For the first time in her life, she voluntarily went down on a man. Robert was busy soaping her tight little breasts from behind (almost in a proprietary manner – at least that's what Rachael was thinking) when his half-hard dick bumped across her ass cheeks. A flash of desire surged through her. "God, girl. You are becoming such a slut," she thought, "I can't seem to get enough cock. My cunny is already raw and battered enough." That's when her brain was horrified with the sexual submission of the act as her lips and hands slid down to his cock and ass cheeks. "I control my men. Why am I doing this?" she wondered with another surge of arousal. As her lips and tongue massaged his dick, her hands were also busy. One hand remained on his ass to caress it and the other seemed transported to her pussy. She climaxed hard twice before Robert grabbed her head and held her to spurt forcefully down her pulsating throat.
Rachael's submissive act surprised Robert. That she had multiple orgasms herself had been obvious by her uncontrolled spasms throughout mouth-fucking his cock. A few pearly drops of cum clung to her lips where his still drooling cock slimed her face as it came out of her mouth. He admired her satiated form huddled on the shower floor. Her wet hair clung to her face from the jets of warm water, making her look childlike and helpless. He forced himself to remember that she was still as deadly as a desert scorpion. He intended to blunt her sting somehow.
Author: Desert Dog ****** E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com
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