A Fucking Investment Ch. 08

byContrasting©

I stood up, opened my pants and took out my cock. Jennifer licked her lips again and looked over her shoulder at me. I was gratified that she did not bother to look into my eyes but stared directly at my hard, red and ready cock. I moved behind her, rationalizing that my plan for Vidya would be aided if I got a quick cum out of the way. It was an attractive rationalization, I admit. I ran my hands up Jennifer's wondrous thighs and under the short skirt. It was a single piece but with a string thong as part of it. I found the string and followed it with my thumbs down, down into the crack of her ass and past the winking asshole to her weeping pussy. I was about to decide to remove the whole thing when I discovered the clever little snap at the base of the swath of cloth which covered the pussy lips in front. It came loose with a satisfying pop. Cloth and strings went lax.

Jennifer grunted and looked around at me when the snap popped loose. She had heavy eye makeup which, in the context of her perfect features and blond hair, made the pose and motion seem like the sexiest thing I had ever seen a woman do, twisting around to look at me like that with my hands fussing with her ass and pussy. I closed in on her as she shifted her ass back towards me. My cock head touched her ass and I peeled her cheeks wider. She faced front and dropped her head, bending further over the table which arched her back and shifted her pussy into position, the position to be entered. My cock head touched her pussy and I moaned. She matched my voice with a moan of her own. Then she pressed back at me. My cock head entered her, her slick lips caressed my cock head, then I was past them and into her depths, sliding steadily deeper into her boiling pussy. Jennifer moaned and went to her elbows on the table. This gorgeous, perfect blond woman was willing and eager to be mounted on my kitchen table. Her perfect body shuddered as I entered her. The pressure of my body continued to shaft my cock deeper into her. She shifted her feet wider and then arched her back again and pushed back at me, suddenly and hard. My cock was jammed into her pussy and the full blossomed ass cheeks kissed my body. I pulled back and Jennifer groaned. I drew my cock out of her till it came free.

"Put it back, please." Jennifer said softly. "Christ, put it back."

I fumbled for the entrance again, finally needing to use a hand to direct it to the lips of her pussy. When I found it, we both shoved together in opposite directions and my plans for a slow steady penetration were traded for a jack hammer stroke to the bottom limit of her cunt. Jennifer's ass shivered against me, swaying back and forth for a moment before she slipped slowly flat onto the table, her arms extending past her ears, straight out till her hands could grasp the edge of the table. She seemed like fluid, flowing onto the table. Her head turned and she said in a raspy voice; "Fuck me now. Give me your cock, please."

I withdrew and plunged again into her body. Jennifer grunted. I repeated the full motion, grinding at the end of the motion. She groaned this time, extending the sound till I began the backstroke. She breathed deep as I pulled back. I moved my hands from the table to her hips and clasped her hard as I pounded back into her body.

"Oh Christ! In me, please. Yes, put it in me please!" Jennifer said. She wagged her ass left and right while I was rooted all the way into her pussy, stirring my cock in her gurgling cunt. Liquid oozed out of her and ran down each thigh. I pushed her away and withdrew. ""Now, harder, please. And faster. Go faster."

I withdrew and then leaned my sopping cock against the crack of her ass which made her whimper, though she was patient and did not further her demands for consummation. "We need to talk." I said tightly.

"Talk? Are you nuts? Fuck me!" Jennifer nearly screamed.

"No. I need your help, Ms. Simpson."

"You are asking me now?" The incredulity of her voice assaulted me and for a moment I wavered. But she came to my house, knocking on my door; I had some leverage, I thought.

"I want to get onto the Holdingsfield board. But I cannot find out how to do that. Do you know?"

She looked back at me. "Fuck me, make me come and we can discuss it. Trade?" She smiled back at me but her eyes glittered.

I had to ask. I shrugged and pumped my cock into her and then out and back in. I repeated the pleasing stroke several times before I stopped, socketed in her heaving body. Jennifer was panting on the table. "More, please." She said. Her voice never changed inflection or pace. I ran my hands from her hips to her waist and then to her stomach. She struggled to her elbows and her top scrapped off her breasts, my hands forcing their way underneath the tight, white material and over her bound tits. The whole top went lax once her tits were free. I pulled them and Jennifer grunted.

"Pinch the nipples, please." She said softly, her head between her arms on the table, forehead resting on the cool surface. I pulled my cock out of her and then fumbled for her nipples. When I had each between a thumb and forefinger, I jammed my cock into her and pinched each nipple as hard as I could. They were short, stubby and hard as dried leather. She cried and her head came back, spilling her blond hair down her stretched and flexed back. Her body arched, pressing her nipples into my fingers while at the same time sealing our bodies more tightly together at the crotch.

"So deep. So full. So hard." She whispered, her mouth barely moving. Then she snaked her head around and looked over her shoulder at me. Jennifer was very flexible. Her lips were pulsing like she was sucking on something. Her eyes were glazed and nostrils flared as she pushed back at me again with my cock still rooted in her. With her watching me, I began to stroke her in a regular cadence, with no down stroke hesitation or grinding, just out and violently in. She watched me over her should for a dozen or so of these steady strokes before one got to her. Slipping home into her cunt, something changed and her head whipped back to the front and she cried out with 'oh, oh, oh, oh yes, please!' and then she was bent into her arms again while I continued thrusting into her, penetrating her over and over again. Her hips began to tremble. I pulled back and her ass rose off the table, pussy chasing cock. I stroked home, pressing that fine ass back to the table. I released her breasts and straightened. I kept the tempo going. Jennifer buried her face in her hands, whimpering and then her whole body shook and her hips juddered, quivering.

"I am coming, thank you." Jennifer said distinctly, though her eyes were covered by her hands. Her ass shook and shuddered and then I began to pound her harder and faster, deeper and harder, faster and faster. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, thank you!" Jennifer grunted and then I felt it running up my legs, the orgasm I thought would come quickly but was gloriously delayed. It arrived and I leaned back, pulling her body hard against my cock, thrusting up into her over and over again with my hips as I came deep in her pussy. I stood stock still for a moment, coming into her rich, luscious, perfect blond body while she quivered and convulsed with her own climax.

When I was done, I became still, rooted in her pussy, staring down at the swathed woman. Jennifer turned and looked at me, a satisfied smile on her full lips. I tugged my cock from her pussy and stepped back. She stood up and moved to kiss me. I put hands on her shoulders and pressed down. She was a bit miffed, a look passing over her face before her mind reminded her body of the proposition pending. She knelt and began to immediately lick our mingled liquid from my deflating cock. She licked and soon began to suck gently then desperately as it continued to disappear. I felt clean enough and pulled her to her feet.

She was unsteady, weaving. I am not sure if it was because she was stiff from being bent over the table or had cock intoxication, orgasm overload. I did kiss her then. Her body, not quite disrobed but certainly dishabille, flowed against mine. In that moment, I looked forward to having this woman on her back. I put my hands on her breasts and stroked them, touching her nipples carefully. She broke the kiss and curled against my chest, laying her head on my shoulder. In a flash I understood something about her, verifying what Sharon put in her file; she wanted to be owned, not just under contract but with a collar around her neck, perhaps something more intense. The thought zapped me like an electric shock.

"Hmmmm. Thank you, sir." She said softly. She kissed my jaw and then the side of my neck. "I am sure I will sign your documents. If you have the cash you say you have, you will become the proud owner of this very sexy body. I think I like the thought of being owned, for once."

"How about being purchased, traded and used?"

"Used! Uuummmmm! Use me again, please."

I separated us and stepped away, shuffling with my pants around my ankles. I pulled them up. "I think you would be the perfect fuck for all those virgin boys out there. The perfect gift from a distant father wanting to provide something memorable to the mommy-boy his wife raised while he was off making his fortune. Or the loving mother''s gift to the handsome son who seems to have no need of her and gives her notice. I think you would be perfect, don't you?"

"Virgins? Boys having their first woman?" Jennifer closed her eyes. "How could you know."

I almost said 'research' out loud but that would be telling. Sharon had heard many wine vapor wishes in the neighborhood. She was adamant about that and seemed to have been right on. "I have some things to get done," I said.

Jennifer languidly rearranged her clothing so that pussy and nipples were out of sight. "I hope you don't mind. I drove my car here." Her eyes cleared and she looked over at me. "You have a lot of cash. Are you trying to have us all?"

I nodded. "Of course. Please help. And Jennifer, your husband will need to sign these papers too. He needs to approve any arrangement we make. I want him to bring you over and give you to me. I want him to watch me take you, just like I just did. Can you do that?"" She seemed like the furnishing to this empty house I was missing.

"Oh, I will. I will." Jennifer said before taking her leave. She called me later that night to say she had fucked tiny Ted. I missed the message but got it the next day. It was barely two in the afternoon and I had to give some attention to Vidya. The clock was ticking.

I had it in mind that I was going to take a step in Vidya's direction. Events intervened. Sharon called in a panic. She had someone in her office who refused to work with her. She was confused. Either she felt apoplectic at the insult or intimidated by being nose to nose with the enormity of the task she had taken on. I got calls from several of the management team around her. On the one hand, her panic was exaggerated but on the other hand she had reason to be concerned.

It took most of the afternoon to unclog the drains and get the flow working again. A client faced a default on a security offering and the banker was mumbling about pulling credit. We had to arrange a bridge loan from our capital holdings, which required some shuffling of our debt management obligations but we got it all done. The afternoon had disappeared by the time we got the thing put to bed.

I thought about visiting Mrs. Ketteridge but sniffed my pits and decided on a quick work out in the basement and a shower. I hadn't decided what I was going to do by the time I was showering. After my intercourse with Mrs. Simpson, I was primed for more. I had the jittery aftermath of a tense afternoon and I wanted release. I turned off the water, about concluded that I'd go ring her door bell and see if I could ring her other bell.

It came to me, a noise I couldn't really place. It shifted, then bonked around to something else. I couldn't tell what I was hearing till it dawned on me it was the TV. I was sure I was losing my mind because I hadn't even turned it on since I moved in. I didn't know if the cable was hooked up but then realized my Internet rode in on the cable, so I had TV for certain. If the TV was on a timer, why now?

I shrugged and padded out to turn it off. I just wrapped a towel around my waist because the habit of walking naked around the house doesn't develop if you have house staff, at least until you start fucking them and then it becomes a signal to the staff to make themselves scarce if they weren't in the mood. I arrived in the living room, lit only by the dancing light from the shifting scenes on the TV. Things blew up and people ran this way and that. I hesitated but then turned on the light. I had no idea even where the control was.

The light filled the room and I saw her. Her head was only barely visible above the ridge of the couch. She sat forward and turned around, her big eyes wide and blinking in the new, brighter light. She turned to the TV and muted it then turned it off.

"Who are you?" I asked the little woman. I knew of course but again I could not let on I'd done op-research, a misnomer because these were not really opposition in the true sense. They were like survivors on a sinking ship. I was the predator come to seek who I wanted to save and who I'd leave to the sharks.

The woman stood up but that hardly seemed accurate. She was so slight and so short that standing up barely improved the sensation of her presence in the room. She did not fill a room. Hell, she barely disturbed the ambiance. It was like she was part of the decor. I found that sensation odd because it seemed to bespeak something in her manner I could not quite decipher.

"You're Joshua Gale." She said.

"Pretty sure I know who I am." I said, leaving the implied demand for a like response unspoken. She had a mixed heritage with some part of her suggesting an oriental strain. The mop of black hair added to it. It flowed about her shoulders in rippling waves, like it was naturally kinky and been straightened by a parlor girl with attention deficit disorder. It was unfinished but not totally kinked either.

She tossed the TV god box on the couch and walked around it to stand before me. She looked me up and down, making a thing of raking her eyes over my body, bare but for the towel.

"Nice. No one really mentioned that you have a nice body. That makes things easier."

"Easier?" I was getting a little irate. I realized I was tired and wanted either sex or sleep and the irritation suggested Josh needed a nap. "What are you doing in my house."

She smirked. "You didn't change the locks." She lifted her hand and a key on a chain dangled from the "fuck you" finger. "Not my fault my key still lets me in." She walked over to the bar, running a hand along the wooden surface. "Want a drink?"

I shook my head.

"Mind if I do?" She had her back to me. She had a pert little ass, nicely curved in the tight slacks that left no curve to the imagination. If she turned around I'd get a peek at her camel toe, I presumed. She wore calf-length boots with real high heels, black and pointed. She moved on the heels gracefully. Her body was lean, like a yank of jerky. The white pullover clung to her like paint on a wall. The lines of her polite bra suggested the shirt was not meant to be worn with a bra. She needed a bra like I need a tampon.

I waved at her with an open palm. "Why do you have a key to my house?"

She opened a bottle, sniffed the opening and poured some brandy into a tumbler. "Ice?"

"Where do you usually find ice? I doubt that much has changed."

She sniffed and walked to the ice box, disappearing behind the door, then realizing the ice was in the overhead freezer, she closed the larger door and opened the freezer, got a couple cubes and shut it. She sipped and smiled.

"You bought the house and everything in it? Isn't that a little weird? Don't you have stuff of your own? Furniture? They took their clothes at least, didn't they? And their tooth paste?"

"Who?"

"The former owners. The Strasbourghs." The woman drank. She had the dimensions of a girl but the manner of a woman. "I used to come over and fuck Mr. Strasbourgh when I needed some mad money. He used to bring his bi-buddy here and they'd do each other and me, for a price. My name is Sam, Samantha Uliss but I go by Vicky Vice in the trade."

"Trade?"

"Prostitution. When they were gone, I'd meet clients here. I fucked them on their bed. Marky Mark didn't mind and I don't think that Sharon ever noticed. She was a piece of work, that one. I wouldn't have minded doing them as a couple but Marques of Queen didn't like that idea. He kept his liberal predilections out of her sight. By agreement or just being polite, I don't know." She drank again. The ice clinked in the empty glass. She drifted back to the bar and poured again. Drank again. "They did keep good liquor. Funny they'd just leave it. If I ran, I take a bottle or twelve with me."

"What are you doing here?"

"Trolling for business. Care for a fuck? I'll do anything. You can see I am small and even stretched out I'd still be a snapper for a healthy boy like you." She drank again.

"Better slow down or you won't be able to lick your own lips without direction."

The woman lowered the glass and regarded me with baleful eyes. The eyeliner accented the look. She smiled. "I don't mind saying that I could drink you into a coma and then butt fuck you with a rolling pin and not hurt you a bit." She smiled, drank, moved away from the bar to stand in front of me. "So?"

"I think you should leave." I muttered. Something about her manner made me nervous.

"I want to come first. Everyone knows you are here for the real estate. Liza and Val have both fucked you and I hear that Eve let you spend the night in her house. You likely slept on the couch with John. There's a morsel I'd like to add to my diet." She smiled again. No smile ever remained, like it was a conscious effort make her lips smile. Her face always eased back into the intense glare as its default. The smile on her small face seemed both waifish and lupine.

I shivered.

She approached me, stepping carefully in the boots. She placed her two little hands on my sides.

"Come on Mr. Gale. You are offering cash for pussy. I have a pussy. I need a little cash. Since you apparently already have it in mind to turn the women of Holdingsfield out, I don't see how it would hurt to give me an audition." That smile ghosted her lips again. She licked them. Her eyes were fixed on my sternum. "I'm a spinner, dearie. Don't you want to take me for a spin? See how I ride?"

"You mean sex? I prefer mutual attraction." I spoke before thinking.

She pouted immediately, the lower lip seemed two sizes too big for her little face. She bowed her head and a fall of hair obscured half of her face. She swiped at it with her hand.

"You mean you don't want any of little Vicky? I may look slight but I assure you, there's plenty to go around, however big around you are. I'll fit just fine."

I did not intend to give her question any serious consideration but my body shuddered as the thought shouldered through me. She was certainly a tight, compact little package. Her frame was small and her flesh was stretched over it like sail canvas in a steady gale. Snapper?

"I, what was your name?" I felt curiously dizzy, suddenly. Her question had become real to me.

This smile brightened her visage. Her eyes lit. "I sense interest." She reached out and took hold of the pad of my right thumb with her little elf hand. "Come along. Let's go try out your bed. I hear it has been pretty well tested so far."

I pulled my hand out of her grasp. "You seem to know a lot about what is going on here."

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