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Chapter One:

Abdul Aziz Imad was not a handsome man. He was tall and muscular, but his face was mean. His skin was ravaged with acne scars. Known for his pompous cruelty to his foes, the pockmarks explained a lot.

He was momentarily distracted from his many plots and intrigues by the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees before him, sucking his cock. He loved that he was so powerful, whores could blow him while he did business. Which is exactly what the suited gentleman in the leather chair across from "Imad the Madman" was intent to do.

"You didn't bring me all the way on the Concorde to watch some slut go down on you sir." The gentleman (who was an American Senator) grumbled. He was watching the action intently. He had noticed when he crossed his legs; he had started to pitch a tent. Imad had a hell of a way of dealing.

"Aahh, yesss." Abdul Aziz hissed in pleasure. He looked directly at the Senator. Senator Mark Farmington of the great state of Missouri. Aziz gently took the beautiful woman's head off his dick and pulled her around by the shoulders to face the Senator who was known for his tough stance on pornography and moral decay. The Senator who was there to trade weapons manufactured by his "friend's" company for an American "businessman" held in Imad's prison looked at her gorgeous face.

Her eyes were almond shaped, but they were an almost artificial brown. Amazingly dark. Her hair fell in perfect, black ringlets just past her lovely breasts. She was naked except for a pair of thigh-high black stockings and heels. Around her neck was an odd-shaped pendant and jeweled earrings dangled from her delicate lobes. She smiled at him as he parted his legs to see his hard-on.

She crawled over to Senator Farmington and smiled seductively, unzipping the fly of his expensive silk trousers. She took his penis in her hand and covered it with her mouth. Aziz moved up behind her and shoved his prick in her cunt.

"QaHbeh, nek ni!" Abdul Aziz slapped her ass and plugged her pussy with his dong. "Fuck me while you suck the American! You whore!" He thrust madly into her, giving her bottom a spanking with each thrust.

Farmington had his head back in the chair with his face contorted in pleasured torture. He let out gasps and curses as the ravishing creature ravished his woody. She would run her tongue up and down the shaft, then shuffle his balls in her mouth. When she got his entire tool in her mouth and worked him up and down, it was too much to take. He shot his juice. Some of it escaped her mouth and sprayed her black, curly hair. For a man, Farmington let out a pretty girlie scream.

Through his hazed and happy eyes, Farmington watched Aziz dog-fuck the girl. He felt a little cocky himself realizing that he was so powerful, he could get a blowjob and watch live screwing while he did business. Yep. Imad had a hell of a way of dealing...

(this is the first part of the first chapter of a book written in March, 2001. look here for the rest)

They were from different states. The only reason they were there together on the elevator was the seminar.

All through the long, boring speeches he had his eye on her and she let him look. When her manager droned on and on about the newest accounting strategies for the company, she could feel him undressing her. When they sat through yet another ridiculous motivational speaker, she could only think of what it would be like to taste his dick.

At the big banquet on this final night, he and she finally talked. He told her about Chicago and she told him about Dallas. As the champagne fueled courage, their talk got more personal. She told him she liked sex very much. He asked her if she would like sex with him. She said there was only one way to find out.

The moment the elevator doors closed, they were lip-locked. His tongue tangling with hers as he pushed his dick into her belly. She wrapped her leg around him to bring him closer. He slammed his hand against the elevator's control panel.

The elevator stopped. At first they didn't notice, but then the lights began to flash.

She said, "What should we do"?

He looked at her and smiled. He pushed her down on her back and slid her skirt up. All the while the emergency phone in the elevator wrang.

She kept telling him they should do something as she let him pull her thong to the side. She protested weakly as she took all of his cock in her throbbing cunt.

She forgot the worry and the seminar and Dallas. The sight of him pounding her pussy was enough. He pushed her legs up high and he pummeled her hole. She softly whispered "yes" while he rammed his pud up her.

She looked at him and his wild eyes. She pushed on him. He hesitated. She gave him a reassuring look and kissed him as she got up and directed him to lie on his back.

Her eyes gleamed as she took his dick in her mouth. He threw his head back and let out a groan while she face fucked him. Her hands kneaded his balls while she sucked his dong. She kept eyeing him as her tongue worked his stick.

Then she licked the shaft of him and slid her tongue up his belly and to his face. She kissed him as she squeezed her cunt down over his prick. Neither one of them cared that the alarms had gone off, or the elevator was stuck.

She grabbed his shoulders and bounced on top of his tool. He gripped her butt and thrust in her hot, wet hole. His cock jerked as she furiously fucked him. She rode him all the time shifting her ass around and working his cock like a joystick.

When he came, she grabbed and squeezed his balls. He let out a yell as his cum shot in her wriggling pussy. Her twat walls clamping down on him as she moaned her orgasm. She slowed down in rhythm to him panting and lay on top of him with his cock still in her.

As their heads cleared, the alarms and the emergency phone finally registered reality to them. They looked at each other and laughed. The laughed more as they dressed. He held her close when they were both standing and he finally picked up the receiver on the emergency phone.

"Hello"? He grunted. "Yes. Yes. We're okay. We must've hit a button or something". There was a pause and she heard yelling through the phone. He grinned bigger and gave her a wink. "Well, we both got a little hysterical. We kinda lost our heads". He held her to him as she tried to stifle her giggling.

"What? Do what? A red button"? He turned to the control panel. "Yeah I see it. Push it"? It was all they could do to keep from bursting into guffaws. He put his finger to his lips to quiet her. "Okay. I'm gonna push it".

He pushed the red emergency stop button and the elevator began to move. He thanked the technician and hung up the phone. They looked at each other. When the doors opened to his floor, he picked her up and took her to his room.

The gym was closed but she would not leave. She just kept running on that treadmill with her eyes closed and those damned headphones on. Phil had cleared up all the towels, taken out the trash, counted the day’s receipts and was about ready to turn the lights off and lock up. He would normally tell the bitch to pack up and go home but this was Mrs. Landers. Her husband was the owner of the gym and his boss.

Randy Landers was a former wrestler and current owner of one of the most successful chain of fitness centers in the Southwest. He had a mansion in the hills, a private jet, a mountain cabin and the hottest, ex-pornstar wife Phil had ever seen. He had seen her in all her films. She was famous for her blow-jobs and fucking cocks with her big tits. She stopped working when she married Randy but rumor had it she fucked around. There she was, walking on the treadmill. She was completely oblivious to the time or her surroundings when Phil approached her.

He called to her but she kept on walking. He called again, no luck. Then he put his arm on hers. She jumped and screamed a short, girlish shriek. She held a hand to her chest and looked at Phil in shock.

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Landers! I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you alright”? Phil put his arm around her. She was breathing hard and he couldn’t tell if it was from the scare or the exercise.

“It’s okay Phil”. She told him. Then she looked around her and noticed they were alone. “Oh Phil, did I do it again”?

“Yeah”. Phil smiled at her. “You closed the club again Mrs. Landers”.

“Please, don’t call me that. Called me Molly”. She held onto his arm as she got down from the treadmill. There was a touch of electricity between them and they both noticed it. Molly put her hand on his chest.

“Tell me Phil. Do you think my ass is big”?

She turned her back to him and showed him her round, hard ass. She cupped her cheeks with her hands and turned her head coyly back at him.

“Your ass is great Mrs. um, Molly. In fact, I think you work out too much. You don’t wanna start looking like a man. You’re too pretty”. Phil couldn’t take his eyes of her butt until she turned around and then he couldn’t take his eyes off her enormous breasts.

She pulled him to her with her arm and put his hand on her ass with the other. “Randy says my ass is too big”. She reached up and kissed him on the cheek. Then she put her hand on his hard cock. “How about you and me show Randy what a big liar he is”?

She took his hand and pulled him to the floor. Before he could protest, she had his sweats down and was sucking his dick. She managed to get her gym togs off without her mouth ever leaving his prick. He swooned at the sight of this body he had only seen on home video. The famous boobs were hanging in his face and he played with them as she guided his cock in her wet twat. She rode him like he’d always dreamed about, all the while whispering his name.

She got off him and turned around on her hands and knees. She looked back at him and said to him: “Come on Phil Show me how much you like my ass. Fuck my ass Phil. Show me”.

Then Phil got behind her and spat in his hand. He lubed his prick with his spit and started to work the tip of his rod into her tiny asshole.

(till next time...)

He complied. He moistened his middle finger and worked it into my butthole. He was a little unsure at first, but got into it when I bucked and swayed in response to his finger fuck.

I reached over to my nightstand with his cock still in my pussy and got some lotion. I passed the bottle back to him like a relay runner. He instinctively squeezed some of the stuff on my bunghole and worked another finger into it. I pushed back and forth on his hotrod as my ass got hotter and hotter.

"I want you to fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Please! I need it!" I growled.

"Oh Tina." He acknowledged. "I want it too!"

He slowly moved his bone out of my pussy and brought the tip of his bone to my butthole. He pushed it in a little and I tensed up to stop him.

"You have to go slow. A little bit at a time." I told him.

He squeezed some more lube onto my fanny and penetrated it gradually, stopping for a moment to let me relax. Then he slid his tool more and more up my back door as I rubbed my clit wildly.

When his glorious cock was all the way in my ass, I shuddered as he held it there. I think he didn't know what to do next.

I told him. "Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass Mr. Walker."

Oh, did he ever! He rammed that big bone of his in and out of my butthole with the ferociousness of an animal. He grunted, groaned and called me names. He ass-fucked me like I had never been ass-fucked before. His hotdog banged my buns and I orgasmed over and over.

My tits swinging. My twat throbbing and my booty bobbing on his pud, must have been a religious experience for him because Mr. Walker's voice boomed out:

"Oh my God! I'm cumming in your ass Tina! Look at that! Shit!" My landlord let loose.

His pumps got rapid-fast even as his jizz filled my asshole, he didn't stop pumping my butt. He gripped my cheeks hard and thrust his godzilla cock in as far as he could. His bone jerked in my bottom. Then he was done. He collapsed on top of me, not letting his dick out of my ass. We both lay there and immediately to sleep. When I woke, his tool was still in my butt. He woke too and we ass-fucked again.

He stayed the night. He buttfucked me from behind. From on top with my legs in the air. Even with me on top, we ass-fucked. He told me that again, it was something he had never done.

I had to make him leave the next day. Not just for his sake, but mine. This man who had been my lover for two years touched me. So kind. So sexy. His wife was a lucky woman!

that's better. there'll be more stories to cum!

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My landlord, Mr. Walker was letting me slide on my rent. I paid him by fucking the shit out of him. I didn't mind because I thought he was handsome and he had a monster bone.

The problem was I finally got a good bit of money from an acting job and not only could I pay my back rent, but could probably pay off the rent for the rest of the year. It meant the end of getting laid by Mr. Walker.

The dreaded fifth of the month had come. Instead of dressing sexy like I always did when he came to "collect", I put on sweats. I wore no makeup. I threw up my hair in a sloppy ponytail. I held my money in my hand and counted the moments until he was to arrive.

I jumped when he knocked on my door. I don't know why I was nervous. I was doing the right thing. I shook off my fears and opened the door.

"Hello Tina." He was beaming and the bastard had a bouquet of flowers. He took a look at my slovenly appearance and asked me: "Are you sick?"

I bowed my head and let him in. I took the flowers and laid them on a table.

"It's over Mr. Walker." I showed him the money. "I got paid. This should take care of all that I owe. I'm sorry."

He was so deflated. "You mean no more sex?" He was really bummed.

I went to him and put my hand on his face. "You know it had to end. You're married. It's best we stop this before somebody gets hurt."

"But I love you." He put his hand on mine.

That was too much. Tears welled up in my eyes and I sunk down on my bed. He came over and sat next to me. He put his arms around me and held me as I cried.

"Mr. Walker. You don't love me. How can you love someone that calls you Mr. Walker?" I looked up at him. "You love the idea of me."

He lowered his head in thought for a moment. "You're probably right. I appreciate that you're paying me. I would probably have let you go without paying forever. I'm going to miss you as a lover Tina."

I may have had suddenly become righteous, but I wasn't stupid. I kissed him and as I kissed him, I slid my hand down his chest and laid it to rest on his bulge.

"Well then I guess I better give you a goodbye you'll never forget." I grinned.

I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my tongue down his chest. I laid him on his back and undid his belt and his fly. The bad boy wasn't wearing any underwear! I pulled his pants down and guided his shirt off. I straddled him and took off my sweatshirt. He reached up and took my breasts in his two hands and I kissed him again.

I kissed him down his, chest, and stomach and found his dick with my lips. I worked as much of his huge penis in my mouth and blew him. I would truly miss that cock. I kissed it and sucked it and loved it. I had to have it all the way for one last, time.

I got up on my knees and slid my sweatpants off. I took his tool and put it up my pussy. I held onto his shoulders and fucked him. He held my ass in his hands as I bounced up and down. I reached behind me and held his balls and rode his prick. He helped me fuck him by pushing me up and down on him in rhythm me. The particular way his pecker rubbed my cunt from inside always made me come fast. I froze a little as the spasms circulated throughout my body.

"Oh Mr. Walker! Oh my!" I cried out.

He held me as I let the pleasure wave pass. Then I got off of him and pulled him up as I turned around and presented my good side to him. He crammed his wang in my twat and began to fuck me. I braced myself by locking my arms so he could push it hard.

"Put your finger in my ass!" I demanded.

(you'll have to wait...)

He knew what to do. He took that big, fucking tool and shoved it in me. Then he pumped me from behind like a piston.

"Oh! Mr. Walker!" I squeeled.

Mr. Walker fucked me hard. He rammed his shaft in my cunt like he had never fucked before. I loved it. I loved his dong pushing in and out of me. I liked his balls slapping my clit as he banged my hole. I wanted him to do a lot of things to me with that enourmous prick.

"Oh! Tina! Oh shit! I think I'm gonna cum!" He panted.

"Give it to me! I want it! I want your cum in me! Oh damn! Mr. Walker!" I bucked from side to side. I waved my ass around. I gyrated like a wild woman.

"Oh shit! Oh my holy shit!" His shoving got faster and faster. There was a slapping sound as his dick pistoned me from behind.

Then he went into hyper mode. He gripped my hips and crammed his weiner in as far as he could. His cock shot an earth-moving blast in my pussy. It was amazing. It was so fucking good.

"Oh. Mr. Walker! Oh Mr. Walker! Oh yesss!" I howled.

He stayed there with his cock in my cunt; holding my butt as I settled down. Damn his prick was nice!

Then he pulled out of me and pushed us both down and rested on my back.

"Tina. That was... Well, I've never..." He was stammering out.

"It's okay Mr. Walker. You don't have to tell me." I put an arm around him as he wriggled his hips on my backside.

"Your rent is paid my secret slut." Mr. Walker whispered in my ear.

(you think it's done?)