Ethan knelt on the bed and began gently running his tongue over Alyce’s breast, licking and sucking at her nipple. Alyce moaned as she felt the skin on her chest tighten, as some new force in the core of her breasts pushed them outward, making them swell.
Alyce, laughing, hurled the vial out the open window.
In the morning, as McDougall’s men tore apart the hotel room, Alyce would remember the little glass vial, thrown from a twelfth-floor window, spinning out into the night. Her heart would sink. The vial would be in a million pieces in the alley. A bitter taste would rise in the back of her throat as she considered what lay in store for her.
But that night, Alyce’s knees wobbled and her back arched as the drug took hold of her. Ethan’s soft yet insistent tongue coaxed her breasts into a fullness she had never felt before. Her pussy poured with pleasure. Her clit shuddered once, twice, and then she felt a tiny spark of pain as her hood pulled back, and the head of her clit began to widen.
“Here comes my clit,” she growled to Ethan. “Uhn. You’re making it get so big. It’s spreading open my cunt lips.” She lay her head back and let her hair flow free. Her clit grew thick and girthy between her thighs. Her outer labia parted.
“Let’s see,” Ethan whispered, getting down on the floor. He watched in amazement as Alyce’s soft folds opened and the reddened, sensitive tip of her swollen clit began to protrude. “Wow,” he breathed.
“Last time it got as big as a tube of lipstick,” Alyce said.
“Push it out,” Ethan said. He took his iron-hard cock in his hand and began to stroke, gently keeping himself hard, just like Alyce had shown him.
Alyce felt the place between her legs where the muscle and tendons were straining, and pushed. Her aching clit, thick as a cherry and long as a fingertip, stretched out another quarter-inch.
Ethan extended his tongue and touched it to the underside of her clit. Alyce trembled as he enveloped her most sensitive part in the soft, warm wetness of his mouth, and tenderly began to suckle it.
“Oh, Ethan,” she moaned as her legs trembled and her clit pushed its way into his mouth. She felt her final few spurts of growth, and wetness poured from her pussy, along with a few shivering drops of her first squirt. She was starting to feel the all-consuming hunger in her pussy, the need that demanded to be fucked and pounded and to cum over and over again.
Ethan slipped her clit out of his mouth. It glistened and throbbed, longer and fatter than it had ever been before. “That’s amazing,” he gasped.
Alyce ran her hands over her breasts, full double Ds with swollen nipples, down her belly, to the shaft of her clit. “Ethan,” she moaned, as she ran one slick fingertip around the head of her clit, “my pussy needs your dick. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” he whispered huskily, seizing her by the waist and knocking her back onto the bed. Alyce wrapped her thighs around his hips and pulled his body close to hers, letting her clit grind against his belly as he sucked on her breasts. He reached between his legs and took his cock in his hand.
“I wanna bounce on it,” Alyce growled, rolling him over with newfound strength. She crouched over Ethan, exposing her deep, wet pussy, and nestled the head of his cock between her soft folds. “Oh yes,” she moaned with deep satisfaction as she sat down, slowly spreading herself open on top of Ethan’s cock. “Oh, Ethan. That hits me just right.” She lifted herself slightly, then plunged back down along his thick shaft. “Oh yeah,” she moaned again, running her hand over her breasts. She loved how it felt when they bounced when she got fucked nice and hard, and it felt even better when they were big and sensitive. Ethan lifted his hips gently, pushing his cock into her, and soon found his rhythm.
“Oh, ah!” Alyce cried as he took over, working her pussy expertly, hitting every aching, begging spot inside. “Oh, Ethan! I’m going to make a big mess!” She reached down and worked her clit hard and fast with the palm of her hand. She could feel Ethan pushing faster and harder, her squirt building up inside her, her spasms coming faster and faster.
Alyce cried out as her pussy seized up and a thick jet of liquid arched out of her urethra and splattered Ethan’s belly and chest.
“Oh my god!” Ethan cried.
“You like that?” Alyce growled. “Uhhn!” Another push yielded a wet splatter.
“Wow!” he gasped.
“More,” Alyce growled, crouching on the bed on her knees and her shoulders. “Pound me hard, Ethan.”
Ethan scrambled onto his knees and knelt behind Alyce. She felt the head of his cock find her wet entrance, and pushed back onto it eagerly, enveloping him. Again he found his rhythm and fucked her hard. Alyce grasped the pillow in both hands and moaned and growled into it, shaking with the force of her lust. Ethan’s cock felt like a hot, hard piston inside her, and she howled with pleasure as she came again and again. Little droplets of her squirt showered Ethan’s balls, his thighs, and the sheets.
Alyce felt a sudden, dull pain as Ethan’s softening dick missed its mark and hit the side of her labia.
“I can’t —” Ethan gasped.
“Put it in my ass!” she barked, surprising herself with the force of her need. “Work that big dildo back into my pussy and then ass-fuck me!”
Ethan seized the biggest dildo from their bedside table, the slick jet-black one thick as a fist, and covered it with a spurt of lube. He circled the cockhead around the rim of Alyce’s pussy, gently massaging and stretching her open. Alyce thrust her hips back, trying to envelop all of it at once. Ethan teased her by working the bulbous head into the mouth of her pussy, then swirling it around instead of plunging deeper. Alyce’s clit swung between her legs as she scrabbled at Ethan’s hands, trying to ram the dildo into her.
“Patience, patience,” Ethan teased, placing one hand against her ass to steady her. He worked the dildo back and forth, then slowly and firmly pushed the shaft into her cunt until the base of the dildo pressed against her swollen clit.
Alyce roared into the pillow as the cock filled her, further and further, stretching her to the outer edge of her limits. It felt like she was stretched open over Ethan’s entire forearm.
“Can you still fit anything into that magnificent ass of yours?” Ethan asked.
Before Alyce could respond, she felt the hard, throbbing tip of his dick circling her asshole.
“Let’s find out,” Ethan said.
Alyce forced herself to relax as her ass opened, and Ethan’s dick slid inside, inch by agonizing inch. She felt more full than she had ever been in her life, and she knew the hard squeeze of her ass, plus the crowded feel in her pussy, must be massaging him to an explosive orgasm.
As Ethan gently pulled back, then plunged balls deep into her, Alyce felt a massive squirt begin to build in the center of her pussy. The dildo began to slip back out, and she shouted to Ethan, “Hold that thing in! Oh my god I’m going to cum!”
Ethan reached between Alyce’s legs and held the base of the dildo against her cunt lips as he rode her. “Ooh, it feels amazing!” he cried. “So hot and tight!”
“Yeah!” Alyce breathed, reaching between her legs to rub her throbbing, wet clit, working it back and forth under her palm. Her nipples grazed the silk sheets, sending electric shocks of pleasure into her core. “Ethan, you better not stop fucking me, because I’m going to blow!”
Ethan moaned and gasped as he thrust into her, faster and harder, in a firm rhythm that drove Alyce to heights she had never felt before. She growled and bit into the pillow as her orgasm neared, then pulled back, then roared closer...
“Aaah YES!” Alyce screamed. She felt a massive downward spasm in her cunt, and a hot jet of liquid burst out of her like water from a fire hose. “More... more... more!” she shrieked to Ethan, as another, smaller gush burst out, then a third. “Don’t... stop... fucking... me! Aaaaagh!”
“Oh, fuck!” Ethan cried, shuddering as he came. He grasped Alyce’s hips and shot fountains of cum into her ass.
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Alyce said a silent prayer of thanks into the pillow.
In the morning, her breasts deflated and her ass sore, Alyce faced the man with the 9mm Beretta and said “I don’t know where it is. The maids must have picked up the trash already. It’s probably in the compactor by now.”
“We’d hate to go back with nothing,” he leered.
Alyce suddenly became aware of her bare body behind the sheet. She thought fast. “I can let you into my boss’s safe,” she said, and then quickly added, “So you don’t have to leave empty-handed.”
He thought it over for a minute, then nodded. “Get dressed.”
Alyce grabbed her wrinkled zebra-print dress and slipped it over her head. She stepped into her wobbly high heels, and motioned for the men to follow her.
As she led them down the silent hallway to the service elevator, she passed closed doors and unlit lamps. She swallowed. If she died here, today, this would have been her life. She stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the sub-basement.
No one moved or spoke as the elevator descended. Alyce prayed that no one would be cleaning up or making deliveries, but thankfully the sub-basement and loading zone were empty. She led the men down the twisted network of hallways to her boss’s office. All the while, her mind raced. Her boss kept an automatic duct-taped to the underside of his desk. She’d learned all about guns when the hotel had been caught in the middle of an organized crime war. Maybe...
“The safe’s behind that painting,” Alyce said, pointing to the tacky imitation of a van Gogh.
“What’s the combination?” the leader demanded.
“36-24-38,” Alyce said.
He wrinkled his nose at her.
“Seriously,” she said.
As the men shoved the painting aside and spun the dial on the safe, Alyce slipped out of her shoes and moved behind the desk. She touched the underside of the polished wood, and found the cold steel.
Headshots, she reminded herself.
The safe door swung open, revealing stacks of rubber-banded hundred-dollar bills and a fresh brick of cocaine wrapped in brown paper. One of the men produced a black duffel bag, and another began shoveling fistfuls of cash inside.
“What do we do about —” one of the men asked, gesturing to Alyce.
“Suicide her,” the leader said. “Booze and pills.”
Alyce ripped the gun free from the underside of the desk, crouched, and fired. Red splatters covered the wall, and three of the men slumped to the floor. The leader and his friend barely had time to reach for their weapons before Alyce fired again. She dropped the henchman, but hit the leader in the side of the neck, knocking him to the floor.
He pressed his hand against the fountain of blood gushing from his throat. Alyce leapt over the desk, and unceremoniously shot him in the head.
For a moment, everything was still. The room stank of blood and gunpowder. Alyce dropped the gun, crouched low, and covered her face.
After a few moments, she took a deep breath and raised her head. The door to the safe was open. Nothing was stopping her now.
Alyce grabbed the duffel bag and stuffed it full of all the cash in the safe. She threw her gun on top, and grabbed her shoes by their straps on her way out. She ran to the locker she kept in the back room, grabbed her passport, and threw on a pair of jeans and sneakers. Outside, she hailed a taxi, and promptly handed the driver a couple of hundreds.
“The airport,” she said. “Quickly.”
The city flashed past Alyce as the driver took the quick route out of downtown. She paused for a moment to catch her breath. The few people she had cared about in this life — Bob, Ethan — she couldn’t help them now. As the taxi crossed the river, Alyce rolled down the window and threw the gun over the side of the bridge. Up ahead, she could see the first of the street signs pointing to the airport, toward her freedom.
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