by Shawn Keys
Soo-Yun watched on in happy fascination as the mouth-watering thickness of Kyle’s phallus surged into view like a thing possessed. Chloe’s tongue made another appearance, sweeping again along her lips to moisten them. Her bright eyes widened a little while her mouth stretched to show a little eagerness. She was yet to touch him, but she was no stranger to Kyle’s weighty cock. She had seen it penetrating her newest, best friends for the last few months, often rubbing herself in time to their fierce coupling.
Chloe’s eyes flickered up to Kyle’s, not quite seeking permission. More like she was signaling her intent. Kyle didn’t dare move, not wanting to dispel the fantasy. He wanted nothing so much as to sink himself deep in her mouth, but he waited for her to forge her own path. In many ways, this was her fantasy coming to life, and he wanted it to be everything she wanted.
Chloe edged closer. Her tongue emerged again, this time licking a warm path along his shaft, then brushing sensually around his engorged tip. Her play summoned a bead of precum from him, which she sampled with a soft, “Mmmmm.” Her saliva combined with his essence, forming a viscous line between her mouth and his bold manhood. Suckling that trace back between her lips, she opened her lips to take the full measure of his plump glans between her tongue and palette. Resting him there, she sealed her lips and sucked on him sweetly while her tongue stroked around him within that wet heat. Her eyes closed and she groaned with seductive satisfaction to finally have a taste of him. “Ohhhmmmmmmmm.”
As she held him inside, her hands caressed along his thighs and then slipped in to curl around his thick, rigid shaft. Both her hands stacked together yet still didn’t cover his full length. Nor did her circling fingers manage to touch as she gripped around his girth. Like she was feeding herself, she held him in place and sank forward, stretching her lips as first one inch and then another squeezed into the back of her mouth until her jaw ached.
Kyle clutched at Soo-Yun who was still wrapped around him, enraptured by the dedicated, focused way she swallowed him and pumped him, tending him from root to tip with all her pent-up desire. He felt her trying to relax, cramming him a little deeper past her gag point, then feeling his thick head compact down into the tightness of her throat. Chloe couldn’t manage more than another inch, not used to his massive size and unable to take him any further. She fought for it, struggling with a hunger that sounded in her muted cries mumbled around him, until at last, she pulled back with a huge gasp.
Kneeling in front of him, panting from the effort, her hazel eyes snapped open and glared up at him with insane heat. “I… n-need… to… to practice… that…” She heaved in a few more breaths, letting out a husky laugh.
Kyle’s heart was pounding so hard that he swore it would burst right through his chest. “Anytime, Chlo. Sweet damn, that was incredible.”
Continuing to slowly stroke his flesh, her gaze settled on the fascinated face of Soo-Yun. With a grin, Chloe said softly, “He’s awfully big for one mouth, isn’t he?”
Soo-Yun gave a meek little nod.
Chloe’s grin grew sly. “Want to help?”
Uncoiling from her nest around Kyle, Soo-Yun slipped a little closer. She moved slowly, as if expecting to have the permission taken away at any second. Kyle had been honest about being shared by several women, but this was her first actual experience with it. Instead of being chased away, Chloe opened her hands and gave her mouth a path to Kyle’s flesh. Soo-Yun crawled in, laying down on the bed and kissed up and down the right side of him. Moaning her approval, Chloe leaned the other way. Her lustrous, brown hair spilled over Kyle’s left leg, giving him a new sensation to enjoy as she licked and kissed down his left side. Together, the two women fell into loving worship of his large member. At the same time, Chloe’s fingers came up and caressed along the underside of his thighs, then slipping in to tingle strokes over his balls.
Advancing down, her mouth nuzzled past his root and down onto his orbs as well. Her lips opened to take him in, one after the other, investing a little tender suction on each. Soo-Yun took her chance to slide over him and settle her head down, taking a few inches into her mouth and bobbing there in an effort to drive him completely wild. She surfaced, gasping past her smile, only to find Chloe waiting for her.
Chloe kissed Kyle’s tip, silently encouraging Soo-Yun to do the same on the other side. Then, as their mouths devoured him there, they ventured into a shared kiss. Using his hot, iron-hard cock as inspiration to their lust, the two women shifted back and forth, kissing him and then each other in an endless cycle.
Then, it was Soo-Yun’s turn to wander down his length. She planted burning kisses along his thigh as well, then crawled further over her leg, rotating her head so she could creep under his phallus. Hanging off the edge, letting her sea-green hair dangle along his right leg, she quested after the swaying weight of his balls. She lapped at him, the rasping tongue sending spikes of pure pleasure right up Kyle’s spine.
At the same time, Chloe plunged back onto his cock. Once more, she struggled down onto him, forcing herself past comfort and straining to feel him filling her whole mouth. Soo-Yun was holding him closer to the base to let her get at his balls, so Chloe put one hand higher. Together, the two women pumped him again while Chloe slathered his upper inches with her best attention.
Kyle couldn’t take it any longer. It wasn’t just the stimulation itself. Chloe’s body stretching out from between his legs was a sexual vision. Her ass hugged by her boy-short panties was gorgeous as it swayed back and forth like a feline who had pounced on its favorite toy. Soo-Yun was no less inspiring. She might still be wearing a few more clothes, but she was tucked shamelessly against him. Her spill of hair felt incredible against his bare thighs, and his hands were both free to cling to her back and legs as he fought to hold off his orgasm for just a few more seconds.
But a few more seconds was all he could manage. He gasped out, “Damn, Chlo, I’m gonna… gonna…” The warning was clear, even if he couldn’t spit out the end.
Chloe didn’t so much as flinch. Indeed, she gave a needful groan and managed to force another half-inch of him into her throat with her next motion down. She hummed loudly, using the vibration to add a little more sensation, summoning his release.
She got her wish. He gave a primal growl, clutching onto Soo-Yun as his mind exploded with shattering pleasure. He lost any ability to speak or even think as spurts of cum surged deep into Chloe’s mouth. She swallowed around him, only adding to the sweet pressure milking him for his seed. His balls tightened and his shaft pulsed again, feeding her everything she so hungrily demanded.
Draining every drop, at last Chloe’s feast was done. Dragging her way off him with a slurping pop, Chloe once more took time to recover. A sheen of perspiration made her skin shine in the room’s light. Her smile was of pure victory; she had claimed something she had been wanting for nearly the whole summer and fall. Deliberately teasing him, she licked her lips again, capturing and swallowing the droplets that had escaped her and dripped onto her chin.
Letting out a throaty purr, she said with a grin, “I love salty appetizers. Whets the appetite perfectly.”
Soo-Yun had pulled back and rested her chin on Kyle’s thigh. She let out a cute laugh of her own.
Kyle’s lust was momentarily sated, but he knew it would not take much to stir his blood again. He was ready to come off the bed and embrace the woman he had wanted for so long.
Chloe saw the heat rising in his eyes. She slipped back onto her knees, shaking her head. “Nuh uh, lover.”
Confusion stole over his face. “But… what about you?”
Soo-Yun cooed at him, “Awwww. Thoughtful man.”
Chloe returned him a sultry nibble on her lip. “Yeah, he is. Never saw him walk away from any of the girls without curling their toes at least once.” She grinned. “Usually more.” Letting out a long sigh, Chloe shook her head again, stroking her hands around both of his knees. “Soon enough, sexy. Remember what I said. This is just an appetizer
. Had to take your edge off. We’ll get to a little more soon enough, alright? Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”
Propping herself onto one knee, she rose in front of him, right there, daring him to grab a hold of her and do wicked things to her. Kyle’s soul cried out to do exactly that, and only Chloe’s explicit wishes stopped him from doing it. With agonizing desire pounding through him despite the recent climax, he watched her sexy ass retreat away to the far side of the room. Perhaps worse, he then watched her find a pair of loose jeans and tug them into place over her knee-high socks and bare thighs.
Soo-Yun slinked up beside him, placing a warm kiss on his neck. She giggled into his ear between kisses. “Don’t worry. She’s done watching. You can be sure of that.”
Kyle rumbled a laugh, then said, “Actually, I’m hoping not completely. Her watching was… nice.”
Soo-Yun quirked an eyebrow at him, “But watching and then joining in?”
Kyle grinned. “Oh, yeah… even better.”
Sharing a laugh, the two untangled from their spot on the bed and set about finding their way into their own clothes.
Kyle hadn’t known until it was over how tightly he had been wound. Chloe had been right. He had been in no shape to mix it up with any of the bad guys face-to-face, much less a stunning woman like Rebecca. He was already feeling less on-edge. It wasn’t just the immediate release of his built-up lust, either. No, it was also about Chloe. They had been dancing around each other for months. Nathan had given his tacit approval for them to do what they wanted, but it hadn’t answered the question for them. She might not have offered him everything in the hotel room, but he knew beyond a doubt that they would be together. Knowing her desire with certainty was a balm to his soul, helping him relax even further.
After all the reasons he had to think the situation around them was spinning almost beyond their control, and after being forced to take wild gambles and risks that were probably going to get them all killed, Kyle seized onto the moment. As they left the room together, all seemed right with the world, and he felt invincible.
They went to dinner.
* * *
Pam Beckett dropped a report on Trisha Stanford’s desk. The normally demure analyst was uncharacteristically confident. “Yohannes Drake.”
Trisha considered the file without opening it. “Excuse me?”
“Yohannes Drake owns a mountain chalet, originally built specifically as a getaway for him and his friends. Meant to house six couples comfortably, with a variety of outbuildings and access to a nearby lake for summer recreation.”
Trisha nodded. “Sounds promising. Why was he trying to get rid of it?”
“I spoke with one of his administrative assistants with the pretext of asking exactly why he had first put it on the market, only to remove it shortly after. She was evasive, as expected. She admitted that the property ended up being too remote to be well-attended by his social circle. Later on, when his finances took a down-turn, he simply had less friends loyal enough to take with him to a mountain retreat. He considered selling it to infuse a little cash back in his portfolio, then decided not to follow through. A little investigation and quiet inquiry with the IRS revealed that he would end up owing more in taxes on the capital acquisition of such a sale than he would spend on property taxes even over a dozen years.”
Trisha’s lips turned up into a soft smile. “Ahh. So, he found a new way to supplement his income. Using it as rental property.”
“Not just this one. He’s been lending out everything from planes to property, keeping ownership while offering excellent deals to ensure 100% saturation. It’s helped him remain solvent. We don’t know how the chalet’s availability became known to Hutchings and his supporters. As we previously noted, they didn’t seem savvy enough to know where to look for clandestinely offered properties of this value on a secret market meant to be kept off the IRS’s radar.”
“I take it the chalet is no longer being offered on any of those sites?” Trisha asked.
“Correct, Ma’am. And it disappeared at approximately the same time as Hutchings’ disappearance. This isn’t conclusive, but the details match. As well, the asking price is within a standard deviation of the price range we were considering ideal for their available finances.”
Trisha looked pleased. “Where is it?”
“Ahh.” Pam’s smiled faded a little. “Unfortunately, we don’t know.”
“Excuse me?”
“Mr. Drake has exerted considerable influence to keep the locations of five of his private retreats secret from any official documentation that I’ve found. From the description, I can tell general geographic descriptions, and maybe even about where they reside in the world. For instance, I am fairly certain the second on the list is a set of apartments in a high-rise tower in Jakarta. No address, however. The chalet is clearly set in the North American Rocky Mountains. Anything more specific is maddeningly difficult to determine.”
“There has to be information somewhere,” Trisha insisted.
“From what I can tell, the only accurate information is being kept at Mr. Drake’s central residence just outside of Sacramento. An incursion may need to be conducted to obtain it. I did not attempt to approach him directly to buy it. If he refused, he would be warned about our interest and might take additional measures to secure the documents or even destroy them. Part of his promise to his renters is absolute discretion, both promised and expected. Expect that he will not be willingly forthcoming.”
Trisha considered that. Then, she nodded. “Ensure this information is passed to Dirk Crowder’s deputy. I will contact him myself directly and arrange for… expedited retrieval.”
Chapter 8
Kyle spoke into his microphone pick-up, “How are we doing on your end, Jackie?”
The DOJ agent answered, “All three stayed together. That puts Peyton, Nylah and Carlie at the symphony for the next three hours or so.”
“Sounds good. Head back our way. How about you, Chloe?”
“I watched Ada, Baylee and Esmie head into ‘The Green Frog’. Five courses of fine dining. Two hours minimum. Four hours if they like each other and the conversation is good.”
“Alright, sounds solid. Worth the risk of leaving them alone. Come back our way.” Kyle glanced at the front of the night club across the street from him. The place didn’t look all that impressive on the outside, but the neon sign proclaiming it as ‘The Hidden Leg’ was cheery and pink. No-one was around. It was still early; only now approaching 8:30 PM. It would be a couple hours before the nightlife really got going. But the rest of the city’s bar crowd didn’t have to worry about being up early to impress their eugenicist instructors first thing in the morning. “How are we doing inside the Leg, ladies?”
Dazz came back first, sounding fairly happy. “This place rocks, actually.”
Kyle chuckled. He could hear the music in the background, which had a alt-rock beat that suited his friend’s style. He could picture her a little looser, kicking back against a bar with a tumbler of triple-cask whiskey. She had turned 21 during their time in exile, and didn’t even need her fake ID anymore to have her fun, not that anyone had ever checked hers too closely. Her attitude bought her access in a lot of places like this. He said, “Thought you said a typical ‘Ladies Night’ was just an excuse to get women drinking cheap booze and make it easier for men to poach them?”
“Sounds like something I’d say. But this place is sorta epic. Chick band playing wicked chick music with super-hot guys serving the drinks. Perfect spot for unwinding after a day of handling insufferable uber-testosterone-laden alpha-males who all think they are the second-coming.”
Kyle smiled. When they heard about the intra-gender competition that the instructors were running on two consecutive nights, they knew their chance had come. The male prospective students were being held back at the hotel, while the women were given a night of liberty. Their roles would reverse tomorrow. “Are they still together?”
Dazz said, “I trolled by them earlier. Annie Francis is really into the music. Soo-Yun went and bought some back-stage passes. She gave two of them to the table.”
“They have back-stage passes?”
“Not really. Just a gimmick so they can drink with the band in the VIP area.”
“What if Rebecca goes?” Kyle said, concerned.
He could hear the smirk in Dazz’s voice. “Don’t you trust me, dude? She’s not a total hater, but she ain’t a fan of this type of music. I can tell. She is holding on for the sake of her friends, but I can tell she’d rather be riding a bull in a country bar or something. She might hate her father for forcing her to stay near home, but she’s still a hard-core North Carolina girl. Besides, Sanya and her were geeking out over pilot talk.”
“Soo-Yun? How’d it work out? Can you tell?”
The doctor sounded satisfied. “Just walked away from them. Dazz got it right! I passed off the tickets as a door prize. They were so happy, they didn’t even question how that could have worked. Annie started gushing and convinced Chastity to go with her. They’re leaving the table right now. No telling how long this will last, though. They’re saying goodbye like they aren’t coming back, but who knows? You need to peel these other two out of here.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Well, sounds like Rebecca will be looking for an excuse to leave, so I’ll send in the ringer.”
Dazz warned him, “He better be good. A few of the bartenders have hit on a couple of the girls, and they brushed them off. They’re taking this ‘never be left alone, always in groups and pairs’ rule pretty seriously.”
Kyle said, “Well, we’ll have to see. Give me two minutes.” He clicked off and glanced over at the guy lounging against the wall of a shoe store a dozen steps away. He didn’t look all that impatient. Kyle was paying him decently just to wait. Kyle strode over, trying to be friendly, even if it felt a little weird to be dealing with a male escort. “Alright, time to get this party on the road. Here’s the deal, my friend. You’re a surprise present for one of my co-workers. She’s a workaholic and we want you to blow her mind.”
