She whacked him on the ass again. “Now make up your mind which one you want to fuck.”
“Ouch! I thought I was supposed to be the sultan,” he complained. “If you hit me with that thing one more time, I'm going to use it on your backside.”
“Promise?”
“Damn right.” He rubbed his sore butt. “I guess I'll choose DesaRay.”
DesaRay clapped her hands together. “I get him first! Eat your hearts out, bitches!”
“Quit your gloating! We'll all get a chance with him.” Delilah flicked the riding crop against DesaRay's ass.
“Ow! What is it with you tonight?” DesaRay's eyes were bright with anger. “I'm gonna' make you eat that thing if you don't control yourself.”
Delilah's hot gaze slid to Devon. “I guess you're mine then.”
She pulled the other woman into her arms and kissed her as she unhooked the top of her slave girl costume. Taking one of Devon's large, melon-shaped breasts into her mouth, she sucked on the nipple until the pink tip stood at attention.
Sean slowly undressed DesaRay as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her purple fingernails raked against the silky material of his robe.
“Let's get you out of this thing.” She slid the robe over his head. “But leave on the headpiece. It makes you look like a real sultan. So mysterious and gorgeous!”
Devon was already naked and she lay across Delilah's chest.
“Why are you still dressed?” he asked Delilah. “Not that I don't like your costume.”
“When you're finished with these little girls, you can help me out of this get-up.” She flashed him a bright smile. “That's if you think you can handle me.”
“I can handle you, girl.”
“If you have any energy left.”
“I'll have energy left for you. No need to worry about that.” He realized he'd probably be able to fuck all night if he had to, though that might be wishful thinking on his part.
“Get over here.” Sean pulled DesaRay into his arms and pulled off the rest of her clothing. As he slid his hands down the soft contours of her body, he sucked on one of her prominent nipples.
Looking over at Devon's larger breasts, he moaned with pleasure. “I have a taste for Devon as well.”
“Let's trade then,” said Delilah.
“Yes!” said Devon. “Finally, my turn!”
He sucked on her enormous breasts and stroked the softness of her shaved pussy.
He slid down between her thighs “Are all of you natural redheads?”
“Only one way to find out,” said Delilah.
“Devon is natural, that's for sure.” He slid his tongue into her warm, slick pussy. She was so wet and willing, his tongue moved inside her as if seeking to discover every secret part of her body. A moment later, DesaRay knelt down beside him and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked on the thick-veined shaft and then took the large, round head between her full crimson lips. Sean lay back and pulled Devon on top of his face while DesaRay positioned her body on top of his erect phallus. The entire room smelled of scented candles and hot women, and he found it to be a powerful aphrodisiac. The more he licked Devon's cunt, the more he wanted to lick it. The three of them fell into a carnal rhythm as they licked, stroked, and moved against each other. He closed his eyes as waves of pleasure washed over him.
“Time to trade places again.” Delilah's voice barely registered in his brain because he was so caught up in the moment.
This time DesaRay sat on his face and Devon rode his dick. Her pussy tasted sweeter, yet just as delicious as Devon's. What would it be like if he really was a sultan? Sampling every succulent female he came in contact with, licking every red, swollen clit, sucking on every size and shape of nipple. That thought brought him close to orgasm, but then he remembered how much he wanted to fuck Delilah.
As if reading his mind, Delilah said, “Save some of that good stuff for me. I'm so horny, I'm ready to come all over myself.”
Sean looked at her. “Then I better take care of you, hadn't I?”
“No fair,” said DesaRay. “I wanted more time with him.”
“Give me a break.” Delilah frowned. “You're both as bisexual as they come, if you'll pardon the expression. Go play with each other while the sultan watches you and fucks me.”
Devon shrugged. “Sounds like a plan.”
The women fell into each other's arms and Devon's hand slid between DesaRay's legs. She stroked her pussy and then brought her fingers to her mouth.
“I guess you're finally mine then.” Delilah removed the headpiece he wore and then kissed him softly on the lips. “I want to be able to see your handsome face.”
He dragged his attention from the other women as he pulled her into his arms. A moment later, he felt the sting of the riding crop on his ass.
He scowled. “Fucking hell, I told you if you did that again—”
She favored him with a provocative smile. “You said you'd use it on my backside.”
“That I did.” He held out his hand and she gave it to him.
“There's nothing like the feel of fine leather against your skin.” She circled her nipple with a long, pink fingernail. “Don't you agree?”
“I'll be the judge of that.” He cupped her high, firm breasts and squeezed them. Then he reached for the zipper which ran down the front of her outfit. In a matter of seconds he had her out of the costume. She stood naked in front of him, except for stockings and heels.
“Another natural redhead.” He grinned. “I'm three for three, aren't I?”
“Once you fuck me, you'll be three for three.”
“Before we do anything else, we have some unfinished business.” He slapped the crop against the palm of his hand.
“Come here then, big boy.” She got down on her hands and knees on the bed, as Sean experienced deja vu, a flashback to Fiona's bare backside in the Paris hotel room.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked impatiently.
He spanked her backside and she jumped in surprise.
“Oooh, do it again,” she begged.
He whacked her again.
“Harder.”
“Enough of this shit.” He flung the crop across the room. Then he thrust his cock into her pussy, which was wet and willing to receive him.
Devon and DesaRay had rolled off the bed and were now on the floor with their heads buried between each others' legs. Sean watched them with avid interest as he thrust himself roughly into Delilah's pussy.
“Mmm,” she purred. “You're so powerful and that's what I like in a man. But now it's my turn to be on top.”
“Whatever you say, red.” They rolled over and she straddled him.
“That's the way I always like it,” she said. “On the top.”
A second later, she produced a pair of handcuffs and fastened them around his wrist. He looked up in surprise as she handcuffed him to the headboard.
“What are you doing?” A thrill of excitement and fear shot through his body.
“Just having a little fun.” She rode his cock with enthusiasm as he tried to free his wrist from the cuffs. “Okay Gabriel, you can come out of the closet, literally this time.”
The closet door opened and a buff, muscular man walked into the room. He stood near the bed, ignoring Delilah and the naked women on the floor because his attention was focused solely on Sean.
“What the fuck!” Terror knifed through Sean as he pulled frantically on the handcuffs. “Uncuff me, Delilah! This instant!”
She continued to ride him hard. “I thought you wanted to make a porn film.”
Despite the creepy guy standing over the bed, he couldn't control the moan of pleasure which escaped his lips.
“Don't mind Gabe,” she said. “He works with us sometimes, and he likes to watch us fuck handsome men. You need to understand. Gabe is gay. Aren't you, Gabe?”
“Gay Gabe.” DesaRay giggled.
Holy shit! Sean wondered if he was in for a world of hurt as the guy took off
his shirt revealing at least a dozen tattoos across his arms and chest. Then he removed his jeans. He wore no underwear and had a huge hard-on which reminded Sean of a convict he'd once seen in some prison movie. The convict ended up fucking the shit out of his cellmate.
Oh Jesus! Sean's heartbeat ratcheted into overdrive, and the level of fear made him nauseous. This was turning into a surrealistic nightmare of epic proportions, yet he only had himself to blame for it. So much for thinking with his dick. He was about to be raped by a weirdo who looked like he belonged behind bars.
“Don't worry, sugar.” Delilah's voice was soft as she ran her hands across his chest. “I told you Gabe likes to watch. He won't do anything except jerk off. Isn't that right, Gabe?”
Gabe nodded and smiled. Could the guy even speak at all? Sean struggled harder to escape the cuffs as the other man moved to the corner of the room. Then Gabe pumped his dick as he stared into Sean's eyes. Sean looked away from him and tried to talk some sense into Delilah.
“Just release me and I'll fuck you good. I promise.” His voice held a note of desperation which he struggled to quell.
“You're already fucking me good.” She laughed. “Now, let's get you off.”
She rode him harder and faster, and her large breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. Despite his fear, he found himself focusing on her bouncing breasts.
“Oh, yes!” Delilah grabbed his chest as her body bucked forward and her muscles clenched around his cock. “Fuck me, baby.”
He couldn't hold out any longer, so he grabbed her hip with his free hand. Then he came with a powerful spasm which was almost painful. A moment later, Gabe moaned from the corner of the room, but Sean refused to look in that direction.
“That was so good.” Delilah leaned forward and kissed him. “Fear always makes things more exciting, doesn't it sugar?”
Then he heard the click as his arm was released from the handcuffs.
Chapter 10
Brian McCabe leaned back against the pillows as the prostitute sucked his dick. Even though she was cute, he wasn't getting aroused.
“How old are you?” he asked.
She looked up at him with old eyes in a young face. “How old do you want me to be?”
He slapped her across the cheek. “Just answer the question.”
She stared at him in shock as her eyes filled with unshed tears. “I'm eight—eighteen.”
“I thought as much because you don't know what the fuck you're doing.”
He reached for the money on the nightstand and threw it at her. “Get the hell out of here. I think I'd rather fuck my own fist.”
She grabbed the money off the bed and turned to leave. When she reached the door, she said, “Fuck you, asshole.”
Big mistake.
Brian leaped off the bed with surprising speed and slammed her against the door. “Fuck me, huh? No, fuck you, bitch.”
He threw her across the room and she landed on the bed. She scrambled to get up, but he pinned her to the mattress with the weight of his body.
“Please let me go, mister,” she begged. “Look, I'm sorry but I had a bad day. Haven't made much money and my pimp is gonna beat me.”
“You deserve a beating, you whore.” Brian twisted his hand in her hair. “You couldn't just leave the room, could you? You had to make some smart-mouthed remark. You bitches are all the same. Cold.”
He pushed her face down into the pillows as he tore the clothes off her body. She was so slim and unwomanly, she barely qualified as a female, except for the fact she had a pussy.
“Pretty soon, I'm gonna have an airplane full of hot women who make you look like shit.” He pulled her hair as she whimpered in pain. “Do you hear me? I'm gonna have hot flight attendants, porn whores, and for dessert, a stuck-up movie star. They'll be happy to fuck me because they'll be begging for their lives.”
He rammed his dick into the girl's ass and she cried out in pain. He punched her in the thigh. “Shut up or I'll make it much worse for you.”
She tried to squirm away under his assault, but he wouldn't let her. As he was about to come, he pulled his dick out and shot his load all over her back. Then he got up and reached for a hundred dollar bill on the nightstand. He wadded it up and crammed it into her mouth.
“This should lighten your load.” He looked at her in disgust. “I wouldn't bother to pay you at all, but I'm just a naturally generous person.”
The girl didn't look at him as she spit out the money, found her purse, and stuffed the bill inside it. She limped around the room gathering up the torn remnants of her clothing as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Brian opened the door, grabbed the naked girl, and pushed her into the hallway.
“Get dressed out there. I'm sick of the sight of you.”
Then he slammed the door.
He walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He took out the autographed picture of Larissa Christie which never left his possession. She had written: All my love, Larissa
It was a secret message, especially for him. There was a hidden meaning behind her words. She wanted him, but didn't know how to ask him to be her lover. Soon they would be together because he had found the perfect flight to carry out his destructive mission. The flight she was scheduled to be on. Everything had come together so perfectly, as if it was meant to be. Brian didn't give a damn about any of the passengers on Flight 75, but Larissa wouldn't be making the trip across the Atlantic.
When he got off the plane, she would come with him.
Chapter 11
Larissa awoke to find Ian no longer in bed. Where was he?
Then she saw the envelope propped against his pillow. Her name was written across the white background in Ian's bold, expansive handwriting.
Inside the envelope were torn bits of paper. There was also a folded note which she opened and read:
Larissa,
I couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind, so I went for a walk.
These bits of paper are all that's left of the “famous” list.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Ian
She shook her head as a tear slid down her cheek. This had not been the best day of her life, and now it seemed as if she would have to hurt Ian's feelings on top of everything else. Their sexual encounter obviously meant more to him than she realized. To her, it had been a one-night stand to help her forget another man.
But to him—
After their initial lovemaking, he had embraced her and held her against his broad chest. They had made love again, and it had been a physically fulfilling experience, yet a fruitless gesture as far as forgetting the blond pilot was concerned. She couldn't stop thinking about him.
Sitting up in bed, she decided some fresh air would do her good. She dressed and then slid Ian's letter into the pocket of her jeans.
As the elevator door closed, Larissa realized she'd forgotten to bring a coat with her. It didn't matter because she didn't have anywhere to go and didn't feel safe walking the streets by herself.
The desk clerk had said there was a balcony overlooking Hyde Park on the second floor. She decided to step outside for a moment and enjoy the crisp evening air. Pushing the button for two, she suddenly changed her mind. As the elevator descended, she punched the button for the first floor.
Then she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Why should she avoid the second floor? She was a guest at this hotel, wasn't she? She had the right to go wherever she pleased.
When the elevator stopped on two, she took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway. Turning the corner, she walked past the spot where the three women had kissed her pilot. What a joke! It was pathetic how fast she'd become infatuated with a total stranger. She wasn't a teenager so why was she acting like one?
Ahead of her, a bank of glass doors led out to a large balcony. There were enough tables and chairs to hold dozens of people, but because of the cold weather the area was deserted.
Larissa inhaled the frig
id, evening air as she stepped out into the sweet-smelling darkness. She walked toward the railing in order to get a better view of the frozen grounds of Hyde Park.
Then she saw him.
He stood against the railing as he looked down on the park. He wore a black turtleneck which seemed to blend in with the dark night sky. Only his blond hair shone under the light of a pale, muted moon.
Larissa turned away and walked quietly back toward the door. However, she hadn't counted on a layer of ice coating the concrete balcony. She lost her footing and found herself falling backwards.
“I've got you.” His voice caressed her neck. “Are you all right?”
“I'm fine, thank you.” She turned and came face to face with her blond Adonis.
“It's you,” he said in surprise.
His voice was as delicious as strawberries dipped in melted chocolate. What would it be like to wake up to that voice for the rest of her life? Sheer heaven, she imagined.
“I'll be fine now.” She looked down at his hands which still encircled her waist.
He released her and she stepped away from him.
“Be careful; it's slippery out here,” he warned. “Perhaps you should stay near the building. It's warmer and there's no ice.”
He took her arm and guided her toward the shelter of the overhang. He pulled out a chair for her to sit and then sat down next to her.
Her breath came in short spurts. She was actually here with him! He was two feet away from her! All she had to do was reach out and touch him.
And yet she couldn't think of anything to say. She was as tongue-tied and shy as she'd been as a young girl.
He held out his hand to her. “I'm Sean Merrick.”
She shook his hand and found her voice. “I'm Larissa Christie.”
In the glow from the street lamp, there was a spark of recognition in his eyes as he made the connection between her name and face.
“It's a pleasure to meet you, Larissa.” His warm gaze held hers. “I thought you looked familiar and now I know why.”
She nodded, once again struck by shyness, unable to tear her gaze away from his intense green eyes.
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