“You’re a fucking whore.” Vandergraaf spits bitterly.
“And you’re a lying, cheating, entitled asshole.” She shoots back. He falls silent, while Valentina grows more vocal as you thrust your tongue inside her, salivating at her sweet taste. Your cock, swollen with your excitement, aches within the confines of your slacks. You lash your tongue into her folds, her moans echoing around the small room. Her hands go to the back of your head, pressing your face tightly into her pussy as she begins to grind herself against your mouth and chin.
“Yes, yes, eat me, eat me!” She moans thickly. You can barely breathe, but you can feel her body tensing up and know she is only moments from her orgasm. Your fingers grasp her thighs tightly as you thrust your tongue deeply into her wet slit. Her breathless moans are replaced by silence as she stiffens, arching her back before crying out in ecstasy. Her body shudders as waves of pleasure crash through her. Your face is soaked with her juices and you eagerly lap it up, your cock almost painfully erect now. As her cries trail off, she releases her grip on your head and you sit back, taking a deep breath. Valentina relaxes back into the chesterfield, her face flushed and dewy with perspiration. She smiles broadly down at you.
“Damn, I haven’t come like that in months.” She pants, with a sly sideways glance at Vandergraaf, who glares back at her. “What do you wanna do next?”
Slip your cock inside her
Have her return the favor
“You wanna return the favor?” You grin, getting back to your feet.
“Sure.” Valentina smiles, her gaze fixed on the tent in the front of your slacks. “I’ve been looking forward to gettin’ my hands on that.” She gets up out of the chesterfield and reaches out, running her fingers over the bulge. You grunt at the contact, your cock twitching and making her giggle. She nimbly unbuckles your belt and tugs down your slacks swiftly followed by your underpants. Your hardened shaft springs out and she eagerly wraps her fingers around it.
“Sit down.” She tells you. You take her place in the chesterfield, your cock swaying before her. She bends over across you, her ass thrust in Vandergraaf’s direction and takes your cock into her mouth. You gasp as you feel her soft lips gliding down your length, her hot, wet mouth engulfing you.
“Oh yeah, that feels good.” You groan as her lips slide down nearly to the root. She begins to bob her head in your lap, enthusiastically sucking and slurping on your cock. You run your hand down her back, your fingers gliding over the smooth silk of her blouse and over the soft cheeks of her buttocks. Valentina moans softly around your cock as you squeeze one and then the other through the fabric of her skirt. You glance over at Vandergraaf, who is watching intently. He seems conflicted, perhaps simultaneously jealous and aroused as he watches his mistress pleasure you. Intuitively, Valentina pulls her mouth from your cock and glances over her shoulder at him.
“Fuck me.” She tells him. “One last screw, for old times’ sake, eh?” She stuffs your cock back into her mouth and wiggles her hips provocatively at him.
“Goddamn you.” He mutters before getting to his feet, stepping behind her and unfastening his pants. His cock is rigid and he wastes no time, hoisting her skirt up and thrusting his cock into her sodden pussy. Valentina moans with pleasure around your cock and begins to bob her head faster. You grip the arms of the chesterfield, your fingers digging into the leather upholstery as you feel the pressure building in your balls. Vandergraaf, likely fueled by anger as much as lust, slams vigorously into her, shunting her across you with each thrust. Valentina’s moans vibrate around your shaft and Vandergraaf’s grunts join your groans in a cacophony of pleasure.
“You like that, you fucking bitch?!” Vandergraaf pants. As she vigorously sucks your cock, her moans of delight answer that question. Moments later, she abruptly pulls her lips from your cock, threads of saliva stretching from your glistening cock to her open lips. She squeezes her eyes shut and shrieks in ecstasy as she reaches a second orgasm. Her body shudders while Vandergraaf continues to mercilessly pound into her. Her cries of pleasure fill the small office as her climax surges through her. She finally slumps into your lap, her hot panting breath against the side of your rigid shaft. Still Vandergraaf slams into her, his face taut, his eyes brimming with lust.
“Yes, yes, fuck me!” She moans as her orgasm finally fades.
Guide your shaft back to her mouth
Both come on her face instead
You grasp your cock and guide the tip back to Valentina’s mouth. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure from the afterglow of her climax, but she parts her lips and takes you back inside. You groan thickly as she resumes her talented attentions, all the while being shunted across you by Vandergraaf’s vigorous thrusts.
“Look at you, you filthy slut!” He snarls at her. “Take it! Fucking take it!” As he furiously drives into her, it’s perhaps a cathartic moment for him. Valentina revels in it, enthusiastically sucking and slurping on your cock while her eyes roll back in pleasure. You groan thickly, feeling the come building in your balls.
“I’m close.” You gasp. She responds only by sucking harder, her hand slipping between your thighs and her long fingernails scraping against the sensitive underside of your sack. Your balls tighten and you grunt with pleasure as your seed surges up your shaft to explode into her mouth. Simultaneously, Vandergraaf roars with release as he slams into her one final time, his body stiffening as he erupts inside her. Valentina seems almost orgasmic herself as she delights in the sensation of two cocks spurting into her at the same time. Her fingers massage your balls, lovingly coaxing out each powerful eruption while Vandergraaf grips her tightly, his gushing cock thrust deeply in her pussy. Your body jerks and you groan with each surge of pleasure. Valentina’s lips and tongue work at the tip, seeming to prolong your climax until your shaft feels incredibly sensitive. She finally pulls away from you, your cock slipping from her lips while an errand drop of pearly white come trickles down her chin. She beams up at you before glancing back at Vandergraaf, who is panting breathlessly. He slowly withdraws from her before staggering back and throwing himself back into his chair.
“That was incredible.” You groan.
“It sure was.” Valentina replies, straightening and wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist. “Makes me wonder what having a third cock inside me would feel like.” Vandergraaf gasps and she chuckles, clearly enjoying his reaction. You grin and stoop to pull up your underpants and slacks before climbing wearily to your feet. Valentina eyes you thoughtfully for a moment as you straighten your clothes.
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“I think we should come on this filthy whore’s face.” You tell Vandergraaf. Valentina’s eyes widen as she momentarily bristles before nodding and pulling away from Vandergraaf.
“Do it.” She breathes, dropping to her knees. Her brown eyes are filled with a wild lust and she tears open her blouse, and pulls down her bra, exposing her generous, fleshy mounds. You both move before her, stroking your hardened shafts as she smiles up at you, her eyes gleaming as she massages her breasts and teases her swollen nipples.
“I’m gettin’ close.” You groan, the pressure in your balls building to a crescendo as you frantically pump your cock.
“Yes, yes!” She moans, pressing her tanned breasts together and accentuating her cleavage. “Come all over me. Let me feel your hot seed splashing onto my face and tits.”
“My God! You slut!” Vandergraaf murmurs, the straining tip of his cock hovering inches from her face.
“Don’t act so surprised.” She purrs. “You didn’t seem to mind when I was letting you fuck my ass or doing all those things you liked me to do with my tongue that your prissy wife would never do.” She chuckles as his face burns with shame. You can feel the come boiling in your balls and you cannot hold back any longer. You lurch forward as you feel your balls draw up and the blissful sensation of your seed streaking up your shaft. The bulbous crown swells and a thick spurt of creamy fluid splatters across her face. Valenti
na giggles with delight and tips back her head as you come again and again, thick ropes of come landing on her cheeks, forehead and nose. She opens her mouth, trying to catch some of it across her lips and tongue. You grunt with pleasure with each eruption, enjoying the sight of her defiled face and watching as some of your creamy seed trickles down into her long black hair. Just as your climax subsides, Vandergraaf roars with his own release, his cock swelling in his fist as thick spurts blast against her face and throat.
“Yes, come all over me!” Valentina moans thickly, presenting her chest to him. He aims lower, splattering her breasts with the last of his seed. You both step back, gazing down at the come drenched beauty before you. She grins up at you both, reaching up and running her fingers through the thick, sticky white fluid clinging to her features. She examines her fingers before holding your gaze as she raises them to her lips and sucks your combined essence from them.
“You’re some dame!” You grin before pulling up your slacks. As Vandergraaf buckles his pants back up, you reach into your breast pocket and pull out your handkerchief, passing it to Valentina.
“Such a gentleman.” She smirks, before getting to her feet and wiping your seed from her face and breasts.
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“You know, I’m impressed, Harlowe.” Valentina purrs, leaning back against the desk. “Not bad for a washed up, drunken gumshoe.”
“Maybe I oughta advertise it amongst my skills.” You deadpan, pulling out your lighter and a pack of Lucky Strikes. You light one and offer the pack to the others. Valentina takes one, while Vandergraaf snorts derisively. You light hers and then yours, breathing in the smoke and slowly exhaling it as you slip the lighter back in your pocket.
“Well, I guess we’re about done here.” You tell her, flicking away some ash. As you pick up your jacket, you hear the mechanical click of a hammer being pulled back behind you.
“Not so fast, Harlowe.” Valentina calls out, the sultry tone replaced by steel. You turn around, your blood running cold as you find her standing there with a small, silver automatic pistol in her hand.
“C’mon toots.” You grin. “I kept your name out of it. You said so yourself.”
“I’m grateful, but you still went to the cops.” She shrugs. “I’m not willing to take a chance on you growing a conscience and mentioning my name in the future.”
Try to talk your way out of it
Hurl your jacket at her and throw yourself out of the door
You roll the dice and fling your jacket towards her before bolting for the door. The gunshot is deafening in the confined space and you feel a searing pain in your arm as Valentina’s bullet finds its mark. Grunting in agony, you lose your footing though your momentum takes you through the door, falling headlong into the dirt outside the shack. Adrenaline flooding your system, you are swiftly back on your feet and looking about you.
“Shit.” You grimace. With the terrain flat with no cover other than the tall oil derricks all around you, you know you can’t make a run for it. Valentina will shoot you down like a dog before you go fifty yards. You quickly move around behind the shack beneath the steel structure of the derrick mast, keeping low behind some oil barrels.
“Don’t make me chase you down.” You hear Valentina call out into the night. “Come back and I’ll make it quick. Piss me off and I’ll shoot you in the gut and leave you to die in agony for hours.” Your blood runs cold when she appears from behind the shack, her skin deathly pale in the moonlight. She walks towards your hiding place behind the barrels, the pistol held out before her. You look around you. There is a ladder just behind you leading up to the top of the derrick. If you can scramble up there, you might be able to hold her off until morning. Either that or stay hidden and hope she doesn’t find you. Or you could surrender…
Keep hidden
Scramble up the ladder
It’s hopeless. Throw yourself on Valentina’s mercy
Breaking cover, you scramble up the first few rungs of the ladder before Valentina realizes what is happening.
“Harlowe!” She shrieks, gunshots echoing out in the night. They ping off the oil barrels and the ladder, somehow missing you until you hear her pistol click empty. Wincing with pain, you scramble up higher, your feet clanking on each rung until you reach a small platform midway up the derrick. Pulling yourself up onto it, you lie there, clutching your wounded arm and grimacing as blood seeps through your fingers. You hear another clip click into place and she fires again, gunshots booming like thunderclaps and bullets pinging off the underside of the platform.
“You’re cornered, Harlowe!” She calls up at you. “How’s the wound? I can wait you out all night if I have to. Save myself some bullets and let you bleed out up there.” You peer down at Valentina who smiles malevolently back up at you. Never mind prison, the woman should be in a nut house. You notice the ground around her feet is inky black and realize it is the oil leaking from the barrel she shot. One last chance. Reaching into your pocket, your fingers close around the cool metal of your zippo lighter. You pull it out and flick it open. The flame flickers brightly and you smile grimly before dropping it over the side.
“Burn in hell, bitch!” You shout as the lighter plummets down to the oily puddle. There is a whump as it combusts and Valentina is engulfed in flames. Her piercing screams curdle your blood as she emerges from the inferno ablaze. She falls to the floor, her screams swiftly and mercifully cut short. Once the flames have died out, you scramble back down the ladder and glance at the smoldering corpse before hurrying back to the shack, clutching your wounded arm. Vandergraaf is still sitting inside and glances fearfully up at you as you enter.
“What the hell is going on out there?” He asks you, wide eyed.
“It’s over, Vandergraaf.” You growl, pulling a first aid kit off the wall with your good arm. “You know how to dress a wound?” He shakes his head. “Figures.” You sigh. “Come on over here. Here’s lesson one.”
A few hours later, you sit on the back of a meat wagon with a blanket wrapped around you. Police cars surround the shack and oil derrick, their red and blue lights flashing brightly all around you in the night. A sheet has been hastily thrown over Valentina’s blackened corpse. Vandergraaf, also with a blanket wrapped around him, approaches you.
“Guess I should be thanking you, Mr Harlowe.” He tells you.
“I didn’t do it for you.” You growl.
“Well, you have my thanks anyway.” He replies. “You think the D’Abruzzo family will come after us?”
“I don’t think they’d be that stupid now the police in L.A. are on to them.” You reply. “They don’t need the attention just to satisfy a grudge. Still, I don’t think either of us should vacation in Chicago anytime soon.”
“I guess not.” He smiles grimly before walking away again. You sit, staring into the middle distance, wondering what the hell kind of fool does your job for a living when a police officer steps before you. Even in the uniform, you’d recognize that figure anywhere.
“Nancy Morton.” You grin, looking up into her pretty freckled face. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
“You okay, Sam?” She asks, frowning slightly.
“I’ve been better.” You admit. She nods and smiles grimly.
“The other officers want to take you down to the station and talk about what happened tonight…” She tells you. You grimace. “…But I told them to go to hell.” She smiles. “Let’s get you home, Sam. We can discuss all this tomorrow.” She helps you to your feet and you follow her to her squad car. As you climb in alongside her, not for the first time, you wonder how the hell you ever let this one get away.
“Nancy, listen…” You begin.
“Shhh.” She smiles. “Just rest. We can talk later.” You nod, watching her as she fires up the engine and pulls away, driving back towards the city. You might have let her get away once, but you’re not about to make the same mistake twice.
THE END
Keeping low behind
the barrels, you hold your breath, praying that Valentina will walk by without finding you. You can hear her footsteps as she moves slowly, searching for you just the other side of the barrels. Her footsteps begin to move away and you allow yourself a sigh of relief. Your relief is short-lived as her footsteps grow closer again and she steps out before you.
“You stupid son of a bitch.” She growls, aiming her pistol. You throw up your arms as she pulls back the trigger, the gunshot echoing in the night. You scream in agony as the bullet tears through your stomach. True to her word, she turns around and leaves you to bleed out slowly and painfully. You lie on your back, clutching your stomach and gritting your teeth, knowing it will be several hours until you finally succumb.
THE END
“Okay, okay, you’ve got me!” You tell her, rising from behind the oil barrels with your hands held high. “C’mon, can’t we talk about…” A single gunshot echoes in the night and your head rocks back as the bullet pierces your skull. You crumple to the floor, your eyes staring up disbelievingly into the night sky.
THE END
“I’m no rat.” You assure her. “Come on sweetheart, you can trust me.”
“I don’t think I can, Mr Harlowe.” Valentina replies, stepping closer to you. Your blood runs cold as you realize her mind is set.
“Goddamn it! You’re going to rub me out after what we just did?!” You ask her incredulously.
“You’ve heard of the praying mantis?” She smiles grimly. “After mating, the female bites the head off the male and consumes him. Nature isn’t sentimental and neither am I.” The muzzle flashes and the gunshot is deafening in the confined space of the office. You grunt and stagger back a few steps, slamming into the rough timber wall behind you. Your hands go to your chest and come away bloody. Slumping to the floor, you glance up in disbelief. Vandergraaf’s eyes are wide with terror and he begins to weep, begging for his life.
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