by Betsy Poole
As soon as we were inside the room, Sheila wasted no time as she turned on her night lamp and the place glowed. She had scented candles in the room and the smell was so sensuous that you would crave to have sex.
I knew that Sheila didn’t have to try too hard because in the end, I was a guy and sex came naturally to us. I mean, I would probably sleep with anyone who looked like a good deal. But, when Sheila was trying her best to create the right mood, I was more than ready to go in with the flow.
“Babe, come here, why are you going to that end?”
“Because, I want you to hunt me and let us play your little old game like last time.”
I remembered how she had once blindfolded me and made me look for her. Sheila was downright notorious and a terribly bad girl when it came to sex. She had such sharp moves in the bed that she could literally make you question how good you were at sex. Every time I had been with Sheila, she had tried something new and this made her even more exciting. She had her own secret dark and dirty fantasies and she often tried them when she was fucking someone.
I ran across the room and grabbed her and she turned back and kissed me. The moment our lips touched, I could feel the rest of the room dissolve away. She kissed like she meant it. Her thick and perfect lips were everything I had been looking for.
I had been tired of the whole searching and my mind was buzzing with too many questions. The kiss came like a much-needed respite and I relaxed under her presence. While we were kissing, our bodies were firmly pressed against each other and I knew that this was one of those moments which would help me relive my old days.
I had no idea of the number of time I had made out with Sheila in this place. I knew Sheila didn’t have a steady partner and she kind of fucked anyone who was willing to have sex. But, often I wondered if these were the best kind of women. I mean, if someone gave you no strings sex, life couldn’t get better, could it?
I let my hands roam at her back and I cupped her ass. She had a perfect butt that was amazingly good and I wanted to rip apart every fabric and layer that was between us.
“No breaking buttons, okay? you are going to slowly undress me because I no longer have my clothes down here and I am not going to serenade here naked for entertaining the policemen. Am I clear?” she asked and I nodded.
I was never a huge fan of ripping clothes. I mean, you could very well have hot sex without tearing someone’s clothes. Yes, the bra maybe because they could very well go braless, but still tearing clothes didn’t really make sex any better.
I took my time as I built the right anticipation by slowly undressing her. I unbuttoned her blouse and then unzipped her skirt and took her out of it. She stood in front of me in her thongs and looked all kinds of sexy.
She was wearing a red bra and blue panties and I was quite shocked because Sheila had always been a huge fan of matching underwear.
“Not matching them today?” I asked.
“I wasn’t expecting a fuck mate tonight. So, you were a welcome surprise, but hey I still look good.”
“Good! You look uber sexy, babe,” I said as I slowly undid her bra and took off her panties as well leaving her completely naked.
Sheila wanted sex to be a complete battle of equals. She knew it was her chance now to excite me and so she got rid of all my clothes. She pulled my hair and brought me closer and kissed me one more time.
Now that we were both naked, my dick touched her pussy and I could feel that it was going to be a really good time in the bed.
I carried her to her huge bed and slowly pushed her on it. The moment she was on her bed, she spread her legs apart as if giving me the room to sit down there. I agreed like a little dog and even before I could do anything else, I licked and kissed the side of her thighs and my hands slowly rubbed over her fleshy vagina.
When I saw that she was already wet, I got mighty excited.
“Love the way you get wet so easily, you horny little fucker,” I said as I sucked her vagina as if making it dry. However, the more I sucked, the hornier she got. It was as if she had this endless thing inside her body and she could go on having sex all the time, all her life.
I climbed over her body and took her breasts in my mouth. As I kissed her several times and tugged at her tits, she screamed my name, part out of pain and the rest out of pleasure.
“Fuck me, Larry, fuck me hard and hot. Claim me and fill me,” she screamed and I had no intention to follow her order.
We had barely started and I really wasn’t in much of a rush and I kept on kissing and sucking her tits. I knew they had become hard and erect and she might be in pain with a little tugging and occasional biting, but in the end, this is what hard, hot and rough sex was all about.
Sheila pushed her fingers into my hair and pulled them. She wanted to take the action too and for a moment, I wanted to be tamed. I was like one of those dogs that had been roaming in the wild and I demanded to be pampered and taken care of.
“Drive me, ride me. Suck me,” I whispered in her ears and then licked her earlobes. I knew that Sheila was ticklish there and licking her earlobes was one trick that always worked.
Sheila was ready to show me her wild side and we changed positions as I was the one lying in the bed and then she got down to my legs and took my dick in her hand. She started saddling it and massaged it.
I could feel a thick stream of blood entering into my dick and it got harder and a lot more erect than it already was. I experienced a great degree of pain but I loved the way she made my dick come alive.
“Go on baby. Suck it in, draw it out,” I kept on saying although I wasn’t quite sure of what I was uttering. Sheila had that kind of effect on me and I wanted to be lost in the moment.
When Sheila felt like she had given me a great handjob, she then decided to suck me hard and she lowered her mouth and licked the balls and traveled upwards till the dick.
The touch of her toughie in my dick led to a great electric sensation that ran all the way to my body. I loved the way she could make me cum with the touch of the tip of her tongue.
When she reached the very tip of my dick, she took a bite and I screamed her name. Sheila was anything but gentle and she loved being the one in complete charge. Her hands kept on massaging the base of my cock while she licked the tip and took a bite.
I could feel my dick melting in her mouth and as she sucked it and as she kept on sucking it harder, I could feel my body ready to climax.
“Babe, I am going to cum. Suck one more time and I will fill your mouth,” I said while gasping for breath.
Sheila paid no heed to my word and continued to work her magic and in the next instant itself, I ejaculated in her mouth and filled her hole with my fluid. I loved the look on her face and I knew she was as thoroughly satisfied as me. She sucked every bit of cum and took one last drop of it before climbing over my body and leaving a trail of hot and hungry kisses everywhere.
She played with my nipples for some time and even left her bite marks on them. I knew she was having a great time leaving her kisses on my body and I was thoroughly entertained as well. Who knew hunting for proof in the Vecchio house could be so much fun!
When Sheila had played her part, it was time for me to complete what we began. I knew she wanted to take my dick inside her and I was ready as ever to fill her too. I put on the condom and pinned her to the bed. Once she was under me, I spread her legs wide apart and kissed her. I needed to be sure that she was lubricated enough and gave her an amazing blowjob. My tongue kept on pushing deeper and I could see how ready she already was.
“Fill me now,” she demanded and I slowly pushed my dick inside her swollen vagina. I was lying above her and my mouth was buried in her breast while one of my hands nuzzled her other breast. I was fondling her tit and I slowly pushed my dick inside her.
As I kept on going harder and deeper, she locked her legs behind my hips and I knew that this is what happiness felt like.
I tried a little more and dug deeper and the m
oment I touched her G-spot, she screamed and the impact of her orgasm shattered my own body. We both came together and I ejaculated one more time and I could feel the pleasure in my own body.
The impact of both our orgasms was really loud and we could feel as if we were both drowned in an ocean of sensuality. I stayed just like I was and had no desire to move. She kissed me one more time and we were pressed together, with no room for anything.
“That was great! You should carry this ass of yours to this mansion more often!” she said while winking.
“I know! You’re hot Sheila! Your charm is still like always - it never runs out!”
I rested beside her and we both decided to dress as we had other business to do as well.
“Now that you are satisfied enough, would you mind helping me get in the surveillance room?” I asked.
“Well, when Sheila gives you word, she follows it. Isn’t it?”
“Always,” I said.
I knew that she would help me get inside the surveillance room and to be honest, I didn’t mind the cost it had come at. I was happy with the way we had sex because my body felt a whole lot better. Sex surely could be a great de-stressing way and it helped me gather some amount of energy back.
I was little sore and my dick was still resonating with the little aftershocks as I had fiercely amazing hot sex, but I was glad. As I zipped my trouser and got dressed, I saw how amazing Sheila looked.
She we beautiful and her breasts were huge – wasn’t it a really amazing combination? I kissed her one more time and I knew that I was very close to getting on the bed and tangling in between the sheets all over again, but sex could wait. I had more important things to do.
I knew I had to see the surveillance footage. I promised Sheila I would be back soon and we would have another round of sex with a lot of foreplay in it this time round.
Sheila was excited and as she left me to the room, I asked her to leave so I could see the footage.
Sheila left me alone but not without mentioning casually that the surveillance room too could be seen and I was not to mess with any evidence. I was not here to do that. My motive to be in the room was to simply confirm the theory as to whether or not Ila actually gave Anthony the whiskey which supposedly has poison in it.
As I started the system and went through the recordings, I found out the evidence I was looking for. It was clear in the camera that Ila had taken a whiskey bottle and I could also see her handing it over to Anthony.
As I zoomed in closer to the footage, I saw that Ila didn’t quite look herself. She was walking in a weird sort of manner and I wanted to know more about us. I looked at every other detail and I noted down some of the key points because I had no idea when I would have access to it again.
It took me nearly an hour to get all facts down. One thing was very clear. The whiskey certainly had the poison. The whiskey had killed Anthony and Ila was the one who had carried the whiskey. However, he knew that there was still a part of it that was missing, but what could possibly be it and did anyone actually tamper the footage? Did someone reach the surveillance room before I had come here?
Once again, I found myself at the same place and had no answers for all the mess. I called Sheila inside and asked her if there were more parts to it and if anyone had come before me to this room.
“Darling, you are the one who stayed at the Vecchio mansion or else people don’t even know this wing exists. It is like the guarded secret tower of the mansion. Who would come here?”
“But, this is not the complete stills you know! There is a part before the murder and I am sure you would have more footage.”
“I will need to check then. A few cameras that are also tied to the public surveillance room may not have their clipping directly available here. I will have to check them, but that is going to take some time. Why don’t you come back here again and the two of us could have another sex round and you could see those?”
There was a part of me that wondered if Sheila was smarter than I was giving her credit and yet I knew that the last thing I wanted to do was infuriate her because she had the power and I was the puppet. She could land me in some serious trouble and that too very easily.
So, I pretended that I had complete trust on her.
“Of course, I trust you. You are the one I can rely on in this mansion now. Still, try and look if there is something that is missing and I would surely be back soon. For the time being, I would like to take this footage with me. Get me the backup CD, will you?”
I knew that I shouldn’t ask her for it because if I did, she would probably say no. Because giving Sheila too many options was one of the right ways of making her feel a lot more powerful than she already was.
My trick worked and Sheila gave me three CDs that had the footage. I knew there was a part that was still hidden, but for the time being these would do.
***
All my way back, I wanted to ask Ila what was the matter. Here I was, putting my life in danger and heading to Vecchio mansion to save the woman who didn’t even bother to tell me the whole truth.
There was a part of me that was really furious and I was frustrated to the very core. Of course, I deserved better than this! What business did I have leaving my good well paying job and running with a half lunatic pervert who was into drugs and a woman I had once slept with!
I could have very well show Ila the door had my heart not played so stupid! Despite knowing that I was perhaps better without Ila, there was a part of me that cared for her. I had fallen for her on the same night when I had found her sprawled over my body.
Despite being with so many women in the past, her face had stood out for me and I knew that she was the one I wanted to be with whenever I imagined myself in the future. However, I had forced myself to forget about her because she was not into me and I may be a jerk half the time, but forcing your body on someone wasn’t the kind of dick I was.
So, I decided to head back to the place we were staying and I would ask Ila to give me the answers. Damn, I needed them. I cursed and the beautiful face of Ila came up in front of me.
I could see her sensuous face, the beautiful honey brown eyes and the perfect curves. Ila was one of that woman who had sex written all over her. She was the kind of woman who could give you some real hot fantasies and she didn’t even have to try to be sexy.
She was sexy. You thought of Ila Stills and you would get a boner – she was that kind of a woman and I was sure that too many men who had been with her in Arizona might have been hooked on her. Whether it was the drug that made her so appealing or was it just who she was, it was a hard thing to figure out.
I kept on driving until I reached the place. I got out of the area and I badly wished that I did not have to face Rick. Rick had become a pain in the ass. He had changed drastically in the little time I had been away. Ever since Vecchio’s death, Rick had started behaving like he was the real boss.
He had a habit of giving commands to everyone and questioning too many things. Both of which was something I really didn’t like to tolerate. I mean, he wasn’t my damn boss, you know!
Still, as I had nothing left to do and I knew I needed answers if I were to solve the mystery. So I decided to ask for answers and swear to God, I would break a few bones if I wasn’t offered any.
When I entered the room, I found that Ila was lying on the bed and she had just her panties and bra on. The thing with Ila is that she had sex so often and with so many people that it didn’t feel odd to her. She could also stroll naked in the road and wouldn’t mind people gaping at her.
I knew that deep down she was not this person, but too much of green ruins and then maybe, the sexual abuse at the hand of Vecchio had made her the kind of person. I knew that I could change this – change her because I needed to, I wanted to.
Yes, I loved sex and if it came easy, it was a bonus, but then again, Ila wasn’t just ‘fuck her girl’ for me. The only reason I had agreed to save Ila and left my good stable job was becau
se I felt something for her.
I know you may be wondering as to how a dick like me could be so sentimental, but the heart is a puzzling thing. You don’t know what it feels until it makes you do something. I too had no clue why I had such a soft corner for Ila, but I couldn’t deny that I had one.
“Ila, I need to talk to you,” I said and then waited for an answer.
“Come here, babe. Let us lie down on the bed and talk to each other. We have all the time as there is never a rush here. Let me send you some kisses first.”
I was tired of this shit. I loved Ila, I knew that deep down, I really loved her! But, there were things beyond kisses hearts and sex. Somebody had died for god damn sake and I needed to find out who the murderer was. I was at the edge of my frustration and I didn’t know who to vent it out on.
“Ila, not everything is about sex and a kiss! I just came from the Vecchio mansion and I have news to share! I am doing all this for you and you don’t even care to answer me. All you want to do is just sit here with barely any clothes on and want to kiss me so that you could talk to me. Don’t you really think you should be a little more worried and you could give me some explanation as the footage of the camera isn’t really in your favor?”
Ila’s face turned pale and I could see how she got scared. She was still young and reckless. For Ila, everything existed in black and white. I didn’t know what to make out of the whole situation. I knew that she was scared of what the consequences would be, but deep in her heart, she was skeptical of how things would turn out.
Once I had lashed out on her, I realized my mistake and I knew that she was just trying to pretend to be cool about the whole thing, but inside she was shit scared. Any woman who was not even in her twenties would be so scared.
“Ila, look at me! I saw the video footage. You had handed the whiskey to Anthony. The whiskey contained poison and he died because of drinking the whiskey. There is clear footage that shows you handing the whiskey to her. Why did you lie to me? How can I even help you if you are not even going to tell me the truth? I had asked you repeatedly to tell me the truth, why Ila? Why did you lie to me?” I asked as I was close to losing it.
