Chapter 2 (The Revenge)

Whenever you get the chance, pick you fights. You have three things you are looking for: place, time, and resources. When I had all three, I launched my plan.

I knocked on their door at five past seven in the morning after their party. That was enough time for my targets to get into a deep sleep. Now I was going to wake them up. I knocked again. I could have picked the door, but as always, I wanted to give my opponents a chance to take the easy way out. I'm an unimpressive guy. In my jeans, boots, and old army jacket, I look like a working class stiff. On the fourth knock the door swung open.

"What the hell do you want?" he growled sleepily. He's bare-chested and wearing pajama bottoms. He's taller and broader in the chest. He is totally unprepared for me. "Hi. I'm a friend of Cheyenne's. I would like you to do me a favor please. I would like you to hand over to me the tape and video you made of Cheyenne, including all copies. I would also like back her clothing. If you do this for me, I promise to leave you alone." He laughed at me.

"You are a funny guy," he said snidely. "Tell you what," he grinned as he leant in over me, "you tell Cheyenne I am going to need a good dick cleaning after the fucking she got last night. Tell her to come around at noon. I'll have her back to you around two."

"Well," I shrugged, "that was easy." He laughed. I drove my fist into his Adam's apple followed by a blow to the Solar Plexus. He folded up. When his chin was at the right level, I clocked him hard. I hit him so hard he came off the ground and tumbled in the hall. I stepped in and shut the door quietly. I put my sap up, pulled out the cuffs, rolled him onto this stomach, and then handcuffed his hands behind his back. I slapped some tape over his mouth. I took out the syringe and shot him in the ass. I'd done with him for now. That was one down.

I glided down the hall toward the bedroom. She was still sleeping, but I knew my knocking had brought her to the brink of wakefulness. I moved to her side of the bed. She was in a wife-beater and skimpy underwear – black with pink hearts. She was the way Cheyenne described her, shorter, but with a larger cup size and wider hips. Her ass looked plenty enticing too.

Back to work; I slapped my gloved hand over her mouth and pressed her forcefully down into her pillow. Her eyes flew open. First there was surprise, then anger, and finally when she didn't recognize me, fear.

"Sierra, scream and I will cause you pain. Behave and you will come out of this okay. Do you agree?" She eyed me fearfully. "I will not sexually assault you. I don't even want to hurt you. All I want you to do is help me with some things. Can you do this?" She nodded. I took off my hand. "Hello, I'm a friend of Cheyenne's. I would like you to help me get the original and all copies of the tape and video concerning her. I would also like her clothing." She stared fearfully. "You may speak," I informed her.

"Are you going to hurt me?" "No," I assured her. "That is not my intention at all. There is a matter of revenge to deal with, but we will get to that. Right now I need your help, now let's get to it." I helped her off the bed, staying close to her. "The tape is in the drawer," she explained. "The video is still on the card. I don't think there are any copies."

"Thank you," I said sincerely. She gave a shaky smile. It was beginning to dawn on her that I hadn't hurt her when I clearly could have and I was being very direct and polite. In my experience, when you give someone a hope of getting out, they bend over backwards to help you. That is why you try never to lie unless you have to.

"Where is Joe?" she asked warily. It took her a while, but she got around to asking. "I had to knock him out," I admitted. "Had he simply given me what I asked for, as you have done, I would have never entered into your life." I took the tapes and video card. I kept the video cam. "Okay, where is the computer?"

"His, or mine?" "Both," I told her. "Frankly, I'm of the opinion that since Joe recorded Cheyenne twice without her knowledge, he might also be doing something duplicitous to you too." Cheyenne behaved pretty slutty, but Joe and Sierra didn't have to destroy her life the way they did. It was overkill. Now, they might consider what they have done to be regrettable. They have to meet me professionally, and I have been employed by Cheyenne to exact revenge. I am not in the friend-making business.

"He wouldn't do that," Sierra insisted. I shrugged. She took me to his computer. "Password?" I asked. She told me. I did shit like this for a living and Joe didn't. He was trying to hide something from his girlfriend, not someone dedicated to finding his secrets. It took me ten minute to find it. I showed it to Sierra. She looked like someone made her bite into a lemon. She glared over at Joe. "I'm afraid this is going to take longer than I hope Sierra, so I'm going to have to restrain you." She looked fearfully at me. I take out a pair of plastic slip-ties. "Lie on the ground." She did.

"Please," she begged. I hushed her softly. I bound her hands together first, then I went to work on her legs. When I was done, I pulled out a black hood. "Please, no," she repeated. I told her it is going to be okay and slipped the bag over her head. She struggled a little, but not much. That was two down.

Joe got my attention once more. I took off his pants; drug him over to the sofa. I moved the sofa around so that it is back to the door. I bent Joe over it. I pulled out four lengths of cord. I secured his arms and legs so that he was bent over and spread eagle. I put a hood over his head. I doubt his ass had ever been penetrated. I gave it a little slap as I got about my work. I called Cheyenne and told her to come over here. I told her there will be a package waiting for her. She was to put on what she found in it. She was nervous, so I promised her it will be alright.

Now I headed out to my car and brought in my two bags and my laptop. First I burned his computer. No one was getting anything off that computer ever again. I studied the room and figured out the eight best places to set up the cameras to get the perfect panoramic view. I cut them on and studied the pictures on the laptop. I liked what I saw. I did a sound test and was satisfied. The cameras were hidden as best I could. I hid the laptop and checked my ties. I looked at my watch and seeing that it is almost time, I went back to Sierra and pulled off her hood. She blinked, but when she saw me she relaxed somewhat.

"Okay, I am going to cut you free. Play along and you will be alright. I promise not to harm you, or have sex with you without your permission. I keep my word." Her feet and hands came free. "Joe? What have you done to him?" she gasped when she saw what I've done to him. "He's perfectly fine. He should recover," I looked at my watch, "in about an hour. That gives us plenty of time for what is to come." Sierra looked at me warily. "You and Cheyenne are going to work out a solution to her dilemma."

"What is she going to do?" "She is probably going to have sex with you. I imagine it will be something similar to the party you threw for her last night." She blanched. "You can't believe that you would get away with this scot-free." Sierra gulped. "Her sex with you was one of her more memorable moments. You are not the agent of her troubles after all. Joe is. Had Joe given me what I asked, he wouldn't be over the chair and you wouldn't have had to been taken from your bed."

"Now I am going to show you something." I throw up the screen on her computer. I click on a file and the video comes on in its entire splendor. Sierra gasped "I didn't," she pleaded, tears in the eyes and about to cry.

"I know. They were in a secret directory. If you ever deleted his files, he had others hidden on yours. This is the type of man you are dealing with. He's sneaky." Tears streaked her face, a classical response to betrayal. "I have to destroy your computer too. I am sorry about this." She sobbed as I took her computer over and removed the hard drive. I squirted acid over the heart of the system. I had just murdered most of her life, and she's glared hate at the unconscious Joe.

I was massaging the last signs of the restraints from Sierra's ankles when the faint knock on the door came. "Come on," I said, offering Sierra a hand up. I pulled a mask out of my jacket pocket once we were in the hallway. It was Cheyenne at the door, with a beautiful half-mask I had left for her. She stepped in, uncertain of situation.

"Sierra, do not use Cheyenne's name. Anything else will do. Now let's get started." I took Sierra and Cheyenne by the arm led them into the living area. I started up a conversation, asking how the two ladies are. I asked about last night. We closed on the second sofa, standing next to the center section. "What should I do?" Sierra asked with caution. "I think the Lady should decide," I said, indicating Cheyenne with a nod of my head. I could see Cheyenne making some sort of calculations.

"Strip," she commanded Sierra, "shirt first." Sierra took her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head, her breasts jiggling free from its grip with a healthy bounce. They were better than I imagined, with large, brown areolas and darker nipples as thick as the tip of my pinky. I could see them starting to stiffen in arousal. She's a DD alright. The shirt came off and fell to the floor. She slid her hands down her hips, palms against her flesh building up a sensual tension. Her fingers slipped inside the underwear's elastic band. She hesitated. She looked to me, but I remained impassive. She moved her gaze to Cheyenne. Cheyenne's tongue peeked out and licked her upper lip. Sierra took that as a good sign, gave a frightened smile, and began tugging the underwear down. The pubic area was nicely trimmed, with a small V pointing to her puffy lips. She bent over; her tits swaying seductively as she took one leg and then the other out of her panties.

Cheyenne was eating it up. Sierra's arms haphazardly moved up to cover her breasts.

"No," Cheyenne ordered. "I want to see them." She reached out and held one of Sierra's breasts in her hand, weighing it, stroking it, and finally moved up and pinched one of her nipples. Sierra had a quick intake of breath. "Come here," Cheyenne said softly, almost lovingly. Sierra stepped forward. "Kneel." Sierra knelt down in front of Cheyenne. "Lift up my skirt." Sierra reached out with both hands and slowly pushed the short, black skirt up. I already knew that Cheyenne was clean shaven, but it was still giving me a thrill to see it. "Touch me. Lick my cunt," Cheyenne purred. Sierra needed no urging. She leaned forward, extended her tongue and started lapping up and down her labia. Her left hand snaked around to gasp Cheyenne's butt cheek. Her right hand moved up Cheyenne's leg and began moving a finger inside her wet hole.

"Ah," Cheyenne panted. She reached up with one hand and starts massaging one breast, pinching her nipple. Her other hand went down to Sierra's head, kneading her hair and gently pushing in when Sierra hit a sweet spot. Sierra really started getting into it. I thought it was time for me to do something, so I moved up beside Cheyenne and slipped her top off. She kissed me full on the lips, her tongue strong and hungry. I pinched her other nipple before I stepped back. It was time for me to take my own clothes off.

Sierra was really getting into it. She's had gotten three fingers inside Cheyenne and was pumping furiously. All the while, she was licking her slit and biting her clit. Cheyenne was going wild. Her C cup breasts were rapidly rising and falling. I knelt down beside the two women, whispering into Sierra's ear.

"Do you want me to get you off?" Sierra moaned and rocked her head as much as she could while still keeping her lips locked to Cheyenne's clit. I ran my hand down the curve of Sierra's spine, smoothly moving down the crease of her buttocks. I teased her sphincter with a slight push. That earned me a guttural groan. My hand moved farther down until I traced a line along Sierra's dripping cunt. I slipped one finger in, then two. I pushed up slowly, but steadily. I pumped a few times, slipping a third finger in and she bucked slightly against my hand, driving me in even deeper. I slipped my hand out and she whimpered, but I was not intending to leave her wanting. I lined up my third, wet finger against her asshole and start gently pushing up. There is some resistance, but when I slipped in I rapidly push up to the third knuckle. My other two fingers slipped deep into her pussy and my thumb pushed against her clit.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh," Sierra grunted as she spasms on my hand. Cheyenne was racing ahead of her toward climax though. She arched back and screamed. I was happy those walls were so good at baffling sound. If they weren't the cops would have been there last night. I was comfortable that we would remain undisturbed. Cheyenne collapsed back on the sofa. I was left frigging Sierra who went forward on her hands, doggy style. I picked up my pace as her breathing increased. I wiggled my fingers and she grunted again. Her moan became one steady note and I sensed she's ready. I reached back and smacked her across her ass.

"Ah!" she gasped, her head popping up, her shoulder-length brunette hair flying around. Her first orgasm hit her. Her cunt and asshole clamp down on my fingers, sucking them in. "Oh God!", she gasped. As she shook uncontrollably, I rested my spare hand on her back, rubbing it up and down her lower spine. "Good girl," I cooed to her. I admired my handprint on her ass as I did so. We were far from done.

"Get up here," Cheyenne commanded, "I want to taste you." Cheyenne reclined on the sofa. I helped up Sierra and moved her around to the 69 position. Sierra slowly lowered her hips onto Cheyenne's waiting lips. Cheyenne immediately started to lick up and down her slit, using the tip of her tongue to tease the clit before licking down to her puckered asshole.

"Oh, yes," panted Sierra. I stroked Sierra's hair. She looked over at me, clearly confused by my affection. She looked at my stiff member, thick and long, then back at me. Balancing on one hand, she reached for my tool. I caught her wrist and shook my head.

"I'm here for you two. There will be time for this soon enough." The look of surprise on her face was priceless. Not too many guys are patient when it comes to sex. I still had work to do so I pushed Sierra's head down to Cheyenne's familiar pussy. Sierra dug in with gusto and soon they are both lapping and sucking with wild abandon. That gave me time to reach into my bag. I pulled out the two vibrators and a bottle of lube. I liberally coated each one. That done, I snuck around to Cheyenne, got her attention and handed her the item. Without hesitation, she began working it in to Sierra's ass. It is much bigger than my finger and Sierra bucked.

"Oh!" There was a reason why I brought two. I came around to Sierra and presented her with her own vibrator. She turned it on and she started working it into Cheyenne's ass. Cheyenne wiggled and moaned. They were pumping each other as they ate each other out. Cheyenne had her second orgasm seconds later. Sierra doesn't let up and within a minute, Cheyenne orgasms a third time.

"Give it a moment," I whispered to Sierra. I use one hand to cup her jaw and the other pulled out the vibrator from Cheyenne. Sierra looked at me clearly in need. I leaned in and kissed her on her lips. I worked my way down the side of her face, to her ear, and then her neck. I nipped and bit my way along. I put my hands between the two women, picked a breast on each and begin caressing their hard nipples. Sierra's breath was becoming more ragged and she was tossing her head from side to side. I leaned into her.

"Kiss me," I said and she does. Our tongues fought for dominance and I was there inside her when Sierra orgasms for the second time that morning. She collapsed on top of Cheyenne. I gently picked her up and laid her out farther down the couch, on her stomach. I checked on Cheyenne. She was covered in Sierra's love juice, but had this fulfilled expression on her face. I let the women catch their breaths. I went to the kitchen and got them each a tall glass of water. There was still more to do. I gave Cheyenne a glass first then settled in beside Sierra. I helped her drink hers. I gently stroked Sierra's hair, back and buttocks and she started purring. I waited for Cheyenne to prop herself up on her elbows before going to the next step.

"I'll be right back," I said to Sierra. "Get some rest." She wiggled and closed her eyes. I did glide over to my toy box and got my next two instruments of vengeance. I came around to Cheyenne; helped her attach the strap on vibrator, covered it with lube, and motioned her to give me a moment with Sierra. I took that time to move back to Sierra's side.

"Let me help you up," I soothingly said to her. I helped her to her hands and knees, but kept her eyes upon me. I put my hand on her chin and kiss her deeply and fully. I pulled her in as Cheyenne moved up behind her. Sierra knows she's there, but it totally surprised when Cheyenne hammered the vibrator's seven inches into her pussy. . "God! Fuck!" she gasped. Cheyenne started giving it to her in sharp, abrupt strokes that plunged deep into her. Cheyenne's grip on her hips was tight. Sierra's luscious ass rippled with each thrust. "Uh, uh, uh," Sierra and Cheyenne panted together. "Take it, you Bitch!" growled Cheyenne. "Take it!"

"Oh God!" Sierra groaned. "Give it to me, you Cunt. I dare you. Make me cum." Cheyenne started spanking Sierra's ass in time with her strokes. Had I not already been standing at attention that would have done it for me. The vibrator was rubbing against Cheyenne's clit; as it stretched Sierra out, it was stimulating Cheyenne as well.

"Lean over her and take hold of a breast," I suggested to Cheyenne. She gave me a wicked grin and did just that, pulling and pinching Sierra's tit. Sierra was racing to another orgasm, but I was worried that Cheyenne would beat her there. I picked up the dildo Cheyenne had used on her earlier. When Cheyenne pulled back for another stroke, I plunged it into Sierra's ass. Sierra exploded.

"FUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!" Sierra gushed all over Cheyenne with such force it rocked her back. That was enough for Cheyenne. She slammed the strap on as deep as she could into Sierra's pussy and cried out herself. Her back bowed and she howled up at the ceiling. Cheyenne then collapsed back on her heels and slumped against the back of the sofa. Sierra fell forward.

"I can't move," moaned Sierra blissfully. I retrieved the other toy. I moved it up so she could see what it was. "Are you sure? It is your turn now, if you want to do it to her." Sierra regarded her strap on, first with awe and then hunger.

"Let me catch my breath," she wheezed as she pushed herself up on all fours. I put the strap on down and went to Cheyenne who was staring at the strap on and me. She looked fascinated by it. I moved Cheyenne around so that she was on her back, her feet facing toward Sierra. That had both girls confused. Sierra sat up and I brought the strap on to her. When I had fixed it in place, Sierra tapped the vibrator head several times and giggled. She cut it on and the device began rubbing against her clit. She gasped. I kept Sierra on the sofa.

"Approach her on your knees," I instructed. Sierra did as I asked. When I started lifting Cheyenne's legs up and apart, they both figured out what was going to happen.

"Come here, you slut," Sierra snarled. "Give me that vibrator," she told me. I obliged. First Sierra began pushing Cheyenne's legs back farther and farther until she had easy access to both ass and pussy. She rubbed the vibrating strap on against her pussy without putting it in. Cheyenne bit her lip and looked at Sierra with the passion of a feral beast. Sierra mirrored that. "Take it like a whore," whispered Sierra. Cheyenne nodded. Sierra now had pushed Cheyenne's legs so far back that her knees were pressing into her breasts. Still Sierra teased her slit and clit. Cheyenne shuttered and came so strong she squirted into Sierra's crotch.

"I'm going to fuck you," Sierra began to chant again and again. She drove the strap on into her ass, sliding it in with short, rhythmic pulses. Cheyenne was clearly losing it, and Sierra was so into the control she was exerting. When Sierra bottomed out in Cheyenne's ass, she brought the other vibrator down on her clit. Cheyenne screamed and convulsed. Sierra drove it in deeper and began alternating her penetrations while Cheyenne had one endless orgasm. Right at the moment I was afraid I was going to have to intervene, Sierra erupted, soaking her legs and the sofa. She screamed up at the ceiling and fell away from Cheyenne. The vibrator fell from her nerveless fingers and the strap on popped out of Cheyenne's ass. Both holes were gaping. Neither woman moved for the longest time. I checked my watch. It was time for the final stage.

"Sit up," I requested softly of both women. When I had them up and focused on me, I made my presentation.

"There is still the matter of why we are all here today. Without our guest of honor, none of what you have just experienced would have been possible. I think we should repay that debt right now. Follow me." I stood up and walked over behind Joe. I lightly spanked him on his ass. He stirred slightly. The drug had almost run its course. All it need was a little stimulus to be flushed from his system. Both women came to me and looked down at the prostrate extortionist.

"What are we ..." Sierra began. I tapped the tip of her strap on vibrator so that it bobbed up and down. "I'll do it," Cheyenne declared jubilantly. Lust, rage, shame and anger warred for control of her expression. She reached for the vibrate button. I stopped her.

"First, let's lube it up. I know that's more consideration than he showed you, but trust me, I have my reasons. He'll feel it more this way." I got the lube and liberally coated her artificial cock. I let her line herself up then I nodded. Cheyenne pushed forward. The resistance became stronger as Joe struggled for consciousness and realized his bunghole was being plundered. Cheyenne popped past the sphincter. She pushed in and Joe grunted. Sierra was about to say something, but I held my finger up to her lips. Now Joe was struggling against his bonds. He wasn't getting away.

Cheyenne drove the vibrating base against his ball sac. "Hold it there for a second," I advised. I reached down and stretched his penis down. It was getting hard alright. I'm glad I had the camera angle to take that in. Now Cheyenne began piston into and out of Joe's ass. He grunted with each down-stroke and groaned with each withdrawal. I walked around to Joe's head. I raised the hood high enough so that I could gently take the tape off his mouth, but not so he could see. I had my reasons for not hurting him that had little to do with compassion.

"Damn," moaned Joe. "What ..."

"You were the first to take my ass, Joe. It is only fair that I returned the favor. Take it, bitch," Cheyenne gloated. She began spanking Joe with each plunge. I walked back around in time to see Sierra kneel down and start to milk Joe's cock. Her hand motions became more rapid. She looked up to me.

'Is he close?' I mouthed. Sierra nodded. She bent in and took Joe into her mouth. I brought a glass bowl and put it underneath her. 'I need it for something,' I indicated. Sierra nodded and smiled. Joe was getting close. Between Cheyenne's pounding and Sierra's mouth and hand, he gave a mighty grunt.

"Fuck," he groaned. Sierra yanked back her mouth and brought the bowl up. Rope after rope of Joe's semen splattered down into the bowl. Joe had several spasms. When Sierra milked the last drop from him, she licked the residue off her fingers and handed me the bowl. I gave her a smile. I tapped Cheyenne and motioned her to follow. I moved Sierra so that she and her strap on were poised behind Joe's tender opening. I held up my finger and indicated that she should wait. I took Cheyenne around and placed her in front of Joe's face before I took him by the jaw and leaned in. He tried to say something, but my hold on him made it an unintelligible mumble. I really can't have him ruining all my work.

"Joe, you have been a fantastic host and you throw one hell of a party," I told him pleasantly. "I have two more things for you that you richly deserve." I grabbed Joe's head and nodded for Cheyenne. She shoved her cockhead forward, into Joe's open mouth. She had an inch in before Joe's mouth, nose, and tongue told him what it was. He tried to shut his jaws, but my grip held them open. He was sucking in a strap on vibrator covered in lube and his ass juice.

"Deep throat him," I said. "He likes that." Cheyenne obliged. She went all the way in until his nose was against her sexy, flat stomach. He tried to retch and gag, but Cheyenne was having none of it. She began rocking it back and forth in his nose.

"You like that, Bitch? Do you like the taste of your own shit on a cock?" Cheyenne taunts. "I bet you know how much I like it now, don't you?" I reach over and cut the vibrator on. Joe gags and saliva drools out of his mouth.

"If you bite down on it, it will chip your teeth," I lied. You lie when you have to. For the last stage to work, I needed a little lie. I let go over Joe's jaw and his cheeks made a sucking sound.

"Swirl your tongue around it, you bastard," recommended Cheyenne to him. She kept pounding. I walked behind him and moved Sierra into place. I made her put my hands under hers, so that when she put her hands on his hips, he felt a man's grasp. Sierra didn't enter him slowly or gently. She was half way in with one thrust. Joe jerked. Tears ran down his cheeks. Sierra and Cheyenne were going all out on him. I let Sierra's hands take over. Joe was past caring about such small details as hand size now. I went down and started milking his cock. Sure enough, he came again and I caught it all up. Things were almost over.

"Smack his ass when I tell you to," I whispered to Sierra. I walked around Joe and pulled off the hood. He looked up at Cheyenne with exhaustion and hate. The look he gave me was not much better. I nodded to Sierra and she slapped him hard. Cheyenne stepped back and her 'penis' popped out of Joe's mouth. The look on his face when he saw his ass being reamed by his girlfriend was priceless. I took that moment to scoop up a handful of his semen and slam it down his throat. I tilt his head back until he swallows.

"Does it taste good?" I ask him. I dump out the rest of the contents on his face, making sure to get some in his nose and eyes. He gags and thrashes. I slapped the tape over his mouth and shoved the bag back over his head. Now he has had a little taste of what it is like to be someone's little cum-whore. I mark that task down as successful.

I walked around to Sierra and kissed her deeply. I had really needed her to play along to accomplish what I needed to do with Joe. I couldn't tell her that, though. It wasn't over. There was still work to do, but this was a good start.

"Put the toys up," I ordered. I got around and started gathering up all the cameras I had stashed around the place. They hadn't been all that disguised because my plan relied on Sierra being otherwise distracted. "You filmed us?" Sierra gasped. I nodded. She slumped down on the sofa. "What are you going to do to us?"

"To you, nothing. My target here has been Joe." Sierra looked devastated. The shoe was on the other foot. Cheyenne and I both knew she had a hand in what happened, but I had made the call that since we could only have one, it I decided it should be Joe. If Joe hadn't nailed Cheyenne that first time then shown the tape to Sierra, Sierra wouldn't have been part of the problem. Joe was the problem and I'm solving him.

"Sierra, go take a shower," I told her. "You will feel better. You don't have to see or hear from me ever again. If you want to find me, you can figure out a way." Sierra staggers her way to the bathroom. I can hear her sobbing, but I can't take the time to deal with that right now. I have everything packed up and we are both dressed. There is one last order of business. I go over to Joe.

"You can keep the hood and the ropes. Sierra will cut you down when she finishes her shower. If you had only given me what I asked for, none of this would have happened. Since you have chosen the difficult road instead, I have had to take various steps to deal with this situation in a manner that is unpleasant for you. Please believe me when I tell you this; leave Cheyenne alone. Never see her again. No matter what happens, do not see her or send anyone after her. If you do, I will hurt you. I don't want to do that, so don't force me. Thank you for your time, but Cheyenne and I have to go now. Good day."

I motioned to Cheyenne and we left. I even made sure to shut the door behind me. I would have hated to be rude. "What do we do now?" Cheyenne said breathlessly. I knew she couldn't believe everything that had happened to her in the past twenty four hours. "I think a shower is in order. You clean up and get a bite to eat. I have some work to do around the apartment before I get some sleep."

"What about us?" she asked. I laughed. I started putting things in the trunk of my car. I kept the toys, because they needed cleaning, and my computer, because it was the tool of the trade I needed right then. I knew that my job wasn't over, but I allowed a small indulgence. I wrapped my arm around Cheyenne's waist and let my hand slowly drift to that firm, perfect ass. She snuggled into me and I knew I was doing the right thing.

Cheyenne came out of the shower in a slinky, short, blue silk robe. "How come you didn't fuck either one of us?" she asked. "I could tell you wanted to."

"I would like to save your ass before I fuck it," he quipped back. "Besides, I had a good opportunity to figure out what you like and how much of it you like. If you are going to be my bitch, I'm going to enjoy you, and I'm going to enjoy you enjoying me. A woman screaming my name as she orgasms turns me on. I'm simple that way." She gave me a demur smile.

"Well, I want to pleasure you. If I have to orgasm and orgasm and orgasm to do it; well that is a price I am willing to pay." I felt myself stirring. By the way her eyes trailed along my body, she could tell it too. "Let me take care of that for you."

"You just want me to fuck you," I growled playfully. I really need to get some work done, but damn it, I'd been around this fucking hot body for most of a day and not gotten a release. She helped me turn my lap so that it was no longer under the table. She unzipped me, I raised my hips up, and she slipped my pants down. I kicked them free. She rubbed her hands over my boxers and I had a sharp intake of breath when she touched it. She pulled my penis out and it was already a full nine inches with a purple head. "You are nothing like Nicholas," she told me as she kissed me upon my slit. She licked it and my whole dick throbbed in her hand. "Someone's happy to see me," she giggled.

"Personally, I would go for ecstatic, but if happy works for you ... ah ..." she started taking me into her mouth. She raised her body up so that her head and chest were hovering over my lap. Then she slid on down, her cunt lips forming a vacuum seal. Holy crap, this girl knew what she was doing. She'd got half of it in, which was more than almost every other girl had ever done, and she was still going down. When her lips touched my pubes I nearly lost it.

Then as her head was bobbing up and down, her hands started massaging my ball sack. Her manicured, polished fingernails were pinching my scrotum around my balls. Her pace quickened and I felt my resolve strengthening. I was going to make this last. She came up and sucked on my head, licking around the rim. Her tongue trailed down my shaft until she took one, then another, and then both of my balls into her mouth. I felt like going upstairs and kicking Nicholas' teeth in for letting someone like this get raped.

I took Cheyenne by her shoulders and pulled her up. She looked uncertain until my hands pushed the robe off her shoulders and travelled down her arms. At her hips, I maneuvered her onto me, putting my dick right beneath her opening. She tried to lower herself down, but I stop her. Instead I rubbed my head against her cunt lips and clit. She bit her lip and gasps. I kept this up for a minute. Her juices started running down my shaft from her arousal.

"Please," she begged. "I can't take it." I relaxed my grip on her hips, surrendering control to her. Cheyenne captured me with her lips and slowly, carefully lowers herself onto me. She gives little huffing noises that I have come to equate to her nearing orgasm and she didn't even have all of me in her yet. I decide to cheat. As she successfully wedged seven of my inches in, she hesitated long enough to allow her vaginal muscles to accommodate me. I took that moment to push up with my arms, driving my hips into her, and pumping my last two inches into her cervix. She looked down on me, eyes wide with shock and then she started rocking in orgasm. I kept slamming into her. Her hands started running through my hair, drawing me close. I trapped a nipple in my mouth and began sucking and chewing on it. She came again. This time I let her calm down. Cheyenne settle down on me, but I kept my body still. She buried her head into my shoulder, panting heavily. "Oh," she panted, "that was fantastic." "Love, I still haven't come yet," I informed her. "Oh," she repeated. Several seconds later, she added, "I can take care of that for you." She tried to rise up, but I stopped her. "I like you right where you are. You feel good."

"I like where I am too," Cheyenne murmured playfully. She also wiggled her hips back and forth. She made little hiccupping noises as her clit rubbed against me. I was not going to get any work done like this.

"Stand up, Witch," I playfully commanded. "Turn around and lean over the table." She moved to obey. Once I'd arranged her the way I like, she looked over her shoulder to me. "Are you going to fuck my ass?" "Do you want me to?" I responded. She looked intently into my eyes. She took in the size of my member and tried to imagine what it will feel like pushing inside of her. She nodded. "Yes."

I pushed gently on her shoulders until she is fully bent over the table. Her arms were crossed under her, grasping her breasts. I could see that she was starting to play with herself, teasing and pulling on her nipples in the small space her arms provided. I lined up my cock against her asshole. Cheyenne tensed up like a spirited racehorse.

"Relax," I tried to soothe her. I pressed and pressed until I could feel her resistance willfully lessen. I was inside her, taking it slow and easy, small pushes broken up by the time given her to relax and take in my thickness. I could sense her closeness. When I was all the way in, I waited for a few moments before setting in with powerful, violent thrusts. That sent her over the edge. I rode out the sensation and keep pounding. I feel myself getting close as well.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she kept repeating as one orgasm rolled into another. That was too much for me. I began shooting rope after rope of sperm into her. My heat caused her back to arch and her hips to buck against me, pushing me into her bowels that much farther. Cheyenne collapsed on the table and I collapsed on top of her. We were both panting.

"Damn it," she muttered. I wondered what's wrong. "I just got out of the shower," she giggled. "Now I need another one."

"This time I will join you," I laugh. This was working out great. All I had to do is survive the next twenty four hours. I liked it when people acted smart, but I planned on them being stupid. Right then, though, I was going to screw my new girlfriend in the shower.