Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 27

"Okay. I'll take the hit for that. Literally. But it's on me. I promise I'll own it. Just remember we'll be back on a street corner when he gets into town."

"Great. Just great. I don't submit tonight, and I'm out of this swanky motel and back to square one because you lied to me. I guess I'll have to trust you. But you better be straight up with me from now on, B. I can't deal with lying. Never have." Picking up an empty syringe, she handed it to her. "And now you don't have a choice. Shoot up. Twice."

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Thursday Afternoon, May 22nd -- DAY 7

It had been a whirlwind trip. Riding up the elevator, it was a bit hard to believe he was even there. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do when he got there, and he was rising fast, to the twenty-seventh floor. He'd been going over a conversation in his head, debating himself on questions, possible answers that would be given, and the follow up questions he'd potentially ask. It was so impromptu that the short flight from Los Angeles to San Francisco didn't give him much time to prepare.

Billy had boarded the plane without any baggage. Kalinda had his things in her SUV. She was on her way to Las Vegas, with a new partner riding shotgun. It was yet another unexpected twist, but a welcome one. He knew Kalinda would spend the four-hour drive through the desert getting to know Ashley, and going over the loosely formulated plan, hoping to solidify it. But it was most important that they established a bond; a relationship of trust. As he'd said when they left, they needed to have each other's back and look out for one another.

He was on his own. Not that he was concerned that he couldn't handle it. Far from it. He exuded confidence in pressure situations. He was just unsure of the best approach.

The bell dinged. The car slowed and then stopped, the doors gliding open to the right. Stepping off, he looked for a board to check the direction of the firm he was looking for. Much to his surprise, it was apparently so big it took up the entire floor. Instead of a board, there was a large desk at the end of the elevator hall, an attractive woman sitting behind it.

"May I help you?"

"Yes. I'm looking for Scott Silverman's office."

"Oh... yes. He's expecting you."

"He is?" he asked, wondering how that could be. He pulled out his phone, checking for messages. He thought he might have missed one on the flight, having to put it into airplane mode. Then again he checked during the Uber ride, so it seemed unlikely Kalinda had left him one telling him there was a change of plans.

The desk secretary smiled sweetly and said, "Well, Gabriella is. She gave me a heads up you might be stopping by late this afternoon. She's excited."

"Gabriella?"

"Yes. His secretary, silly. I'm Zoey. I hope you don't mind that she confided in me. I'm her best friend."

He was confused, but he knew enough to play along until he had a chance to figure out what was going on. If they were indeed aware he was coming it would eliminate his element of surprise. He couldn't figure out why Kalinda would take that away. It didn't make sense to him at all. Unsure if it was true, he needed to proceed with caution.

"It's alright. I don't mind Zoey. Where am I going?"

"Oh, of course. You've never been here before. Down this hall all the way to the end. Turn the corner, and it's all the way to the end of that hall. Corner office. Hers is first, through the door. She'll take it from there," she giggled.

"And Mr. Silverman?"

"Well his office is beyond hers. He's one of the partners; they each have a different corner. But it's private, so don't worry."

"I'm not. Thank you, Zoey. You've been very helpful," he said as he started to walk in the direction she'd pointed.

"You're welcome. Have fun."

He thought that was a bizarre comment, but he let it go, instead simply replying, "I'll try. Thanks again.

"Oh... sir?"

He turned, smirking. "My name is..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You can't tell me that! I'll never be able to keep it secret from her."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Look, Gabby's nervous. But, one of the things that's making this hot for her is she doesn't know your name. She doesn't want to. She's figured out a way to make this happen. I know it's a lot to ask, but trust her and follow her lead. She wants this. Its important to her."

"You got it. Thanks for the heads up."

He slowly made his way down the hallway, recapping what he knew, giving himself a pep talk. "Alright. I'm apparently anonymous, but she's expecting me. She's excited and yet nervous. She's figured out a way to make whatever this is happen, but I need to trust her. This does not sound like your typical meeting. Considering she's Brandi's husband's secretary, I have to believe Brandi is involved. Play it safe, follow her lead. If you have to go to plan A, you figure out when to switch to it as you go."

He stepped through the open door, and her eyes lit up. Motioning, she was speechless as she requested he close the door. He could see her flush, a bashful smile accompanied her biting nervously at her lower lip. All the signs indicated it was a physical reaction, which made the premise of why she was expecting him yet not knowing his name all the more intriguing. He'd been on the receiving end of that kind of stare more than once. It was sexual, her eyes leading him in the direction she was thinking. After all, she was leering at his crotch. His cock started to expand, making her moan. Noticing she wasn't going to say anything, her mouth dry from her deep breathing, he took it upon himself to break the ice.

"Hi. You must be Gabriella," he smiled widely.

"God damn," she mouthed at the huge specimen of male gorgeousness. Swallowing hard, she said, "Yes. You must be... huge."

Taking a risk, he leaned forward, his large hands pressing against the top of her desk. "6'5". Do you need to know how much I weigh, or are you only really interested in how big the part of me you're staring at is?"

She diverted her eyes quickly, giggling in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry. This is so unlike me."

"But you want it to be like you, I take it."

"I do. I really do."

"Zoey says I'm to follow your lead. Where are you leading me, Gabriella."

"In there," she nodded toward her Scott's door, his name on the plate attached to it.

"Is he in there?"

"My boss? Yes."

"Kinky girl."

"I've never done this before," she said as she stood, taking the hand he held out.

"I find it hard to believe a gorgeous woman like you doesn't know what to do with a man's cock, Gabriella."

She blushed a deeper shade of red. "No. I meant I've never cheated on my husband before."

Looking at her hand he was holding, his pulled at the ring on her finger, then slipped in on her right hand. Kissing the back of it, he said, "That's step one."

She trembled, and asked, "What's step two?"

Taking a step forward he took her in his arms, pressing his abdomen into her body. She felt his hardness. "Step two is making the decision of whether the prospect of what your missing in your sex life is worth risking the safety that mediocrity provides."

"Damn, you're smooth."

Reaching behind, he deftly lowered the zipper on the back of her miniskirt while taking her mouth in a full on, possessive kiss. His tongue danced with hers as she felt the fabric open. Wiggling her hips, it fell to the floor. He checked with his huge hands, his fingers dancing along her crack, discovering she was truly naked below the waist.

"Did you come to work today without panties?"

"No," she smiled bashfully.

"Where are they?"

"Hanging in my boss's bathroom."

"Interesting. Any specific reason why?"

"They became soaked. I was thinking about you coming here today."

"Doesn't explain why they're in his bathroom. Does he know?" he whispered as he became bolder, sliding his long, thick fingers through her labia.

"Uuunnnhhh yeeeess."

"He does."

"Mmmmm hmmmmm. I made him take them off of me."

"Did he fuck you?"

"No. He ate me. Then I made him hand wash them and hang them up to dry."

"You made him."

"Didn't Gina tell you? Brandi wants me to be in charge of him here in the office. He's basically my cuck at work. I think that's right. I'm still getting used to this terminology. And the power. It's all a bit heady."

"Gina," he thought to himself. "She sounds significant. Gonna have to remember that name."

Dipping his fingers inside her wetness, she panted. He took her by the hair and pulled it back, forcing her to look up into his brown eyes. "You sure he didn't fuck you?"

"Why would I? He's literally got a four-inch penis. You've seen it." He was puzzled by that comment, and wasn't able to hide his reaction. Fortunately she bailed him out by saying, "Okay, I know you haven't seen it in person. But Brandi told me that Gina sent a photo of it to you the night the three of you had your threesome. It's the reason you did it, isn't it? I mean besides Gina being her best friend and all. I'm sure you felt as sorry for Brandi as she did."

That exchange filled in a lot of blanks for him. He had the beautiful woman nearly creaming on his fingers as they slowly increased in speed in depth. Then he stopped abruptly and brought them to her mouth, making her suck them. For someone that was going to lead him, she was allowing him to take her. He had a feeling that the actual sex she craved was going to need him to do just that. He simply needed her to create the setting she was hoping for. And soon. He had another flight to catch in a few hours.

"Precious," he whispered in her ear, providing her a nickname she could latch onto, "Time's ticking. Zoey said you had this planned. I'm presuming me fingering your tight pussy isn't it."

"Mmm... no. Hold on." She pressed the button on her phone, opening the intercom function. "Scarlett, are you how I asked you to be?"

"Yes, Miss G."

"Then you may stand in the corner and watch. You may not speak. Stand quiet with your hands behind your back. I'm going to bring my guest in, he's going to give me what I need, and then you're going to follow my directions."

"Yes ma'am."

"You understand I'll discipline you again if you disappoint me."

"Yes ma'am."

"Then get in position."

She pressed the button to disconnect, and then unbuttoned her blouse. It took her less than fifteen seconds to be standing in just her sexy heels in front of the handsome stranger.

"You're beautiful, precious."

"It's been a very long time since a man has told me that."

"You're having sex with the wrong man then, Gabriella."

"I beginning to believe that. How 'bout you come with me and help me remedy that unfortunate circumstance."

"Lead the way."

She took his hand, opening the door to Scott's office. "I don't want you to tell me your name. I hope Zoey reminded you of that."

"She did."

"I need to call you something."

"What I'm going to do to you is going to make it happen naturally."

"Damn you are one confident mother fucker."

"Are you a mother?"

"No," she laughed.

"Then I'm a hotwife fucker."

"God! Yes! Use me please!"

"Intend to."

"I mean it... don't be gentle. I like it rough."

"Don't challenge me that way, precious. I know you're the kind of woman that can handle it, but I'm the kind of man that'll take advantage of you."

"Please. Be my guest."

"Nah... I'll end up marking that fine ass of yours."

"Hasn't been touched in a month. I'm not going to worry about it."

"You sure?"

"No. But I'm tired of not livin'. Make me yours. Use me."

"Last chance, precious."

"I'm ready. Let's do this."

She walked him into the room silently. It was part of her plan. Scott was in a dark corner, standing out of the way. He was practically invisible. Gabriella stopped in the middle of the room, dropping to her knees. Billy took the opportunity to pull off his shirt, tossing it to the side. He kicked off his shoes, having gone without socks. She licked her lips as she unbuckled his belt and opened the front of his pants. They slid down his powerful thighs easily and she helped him out of them.

Standing inches from her in a pair of black compression shorts, she could feel the heat from his groin. More importantly, she could see the outline of his cock. It seemed impossible, the head some eight inches down the inside of his right leg.

Her fingers trembled again as she reached for the waistband. He offered a reassuring smile as she began to peel them down. When his cock sprang up it hit her in the chin, startling her. She didn't expect that reaction. He wasn't fully hard, and it was already the biggest one she'd ever seen.

"My fucking God," she gasped, taking it in her hand, stroking the length, feeling it still growing.

She knew she couldn't take it all in her mouth. She could deep throat her husband, but she realized that wasn't much of a challenge. The one in front of her seemed impossible. He wasn't necessarily thick. A bit above average, she thought. But it was at least a foot long. Perhaps a bit longer. She couldn't fathom the entire thing fitting in her pussy, but she was becoming so wet she knew her desires were driving her to try.

She did suck him, taking as much as she could. She licked the entire length, including his balls. She knew she was a skillful lover, actually being a bit of a wild child when she was younger, and single. She settled for Randall, in more ways than she cared to admit.

Her eyes glazed over, lustful thoughts filling her head. She hadn't felt slutty for so long, and it all came rushing back to the surface. She had her mouth on the cock of a man she'd known for ten minutes, and she didn't really know him. She knew of him. Brandi hadn't given him enough credit. He was much bigger than she'd described.

Billy couldn't believe his good fortune. Not about the busty beauty sucking his cock, not that he was complaining. That too was an incredible break. But he was thinking about how things would play out at the end. He'd noticed that Scott was locked in a cock cage. The dynamic between him and Brandi became crystal clear, especially with the knowledge that Gabriella had been given power over him. That he was naked at her direction and was a statue in the corner proved that. This was turning out so much better than his admittedly sketchy plan A, and he was about to fuck a gorgeous budding hotwife as a bonus.

Remembering her request that he not be gentle, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her off his cock. Dragging her across the hardwood floors on her ass, she kicked and squirmed, squealing inside that he was treating her exactly like she'd hoped. He picked her up and threw her on a couch, smacking the inside of her thighs to make her spread them. She did, and he dove between them.

She gasped, not expecting cunnilingus. It wasn't part of the quickly developed fantasy she'd created in her mind once Brandi had planted the seed of not only fucking outside her marriage, but that he should be black if she wanted the full experience... and pussy. The video she'd been sent of Brandi being fucked by a random black cock while away in Vegas became masturbating fuel. She'd came to it at least a dozen times, and she'd only had it on her phone for a little over a day or so.

She couldn't recall the last time her husband ate her out. Mainly because it wasn't that memorable. He didn't particularly care for it, and it showed in his effort, or lack thereof. As Billy brought her to the first of two quick, powerful orgasms, her head was spinning with the comparisons. Not with Randall. That was silly. No, she was comparing the mystery man going down on her to the man with the incredibly talented mouth standing quietly in the corner watching. She was still in disbelief that she was getting eaten by two men in one day, neither of them her husband. And this one was making sure on the off chance that there was a third, he'd know someone had been there before him. He'd sucking on the inside of her thighs near her pussy, leaving behind several huge hickeys, much to her delight.

Before she even calmed from the second climax, he'd rolled her up onto her back and entered her. It took quite a while for her to accept his length, his long powerful strokes pushing that monster deeper inside her seemingly a quarter inch as a time. But she could feel him, like a huge drill slowly boring into her soul. The journey in her mind was life changing. There was no way she'd be ever able to settle for certainly average again, the foolish way she'd described her husband's cock to Brandi. While it wasn't as small as Scott's, it wasn't as big as she pretended. And yet she knew it never would have come to what she was doing if he'd shown any kind of imagination, or more interest in her. That fact alone squashed any guilt she might have been feeling. She seriously doubted it would creep into her head afterward. Not with what this magnificent man was doing to her.

She came again, biting into his shoulder to stop her screams. He returned the favor, leaving bite marks and hickeys on her heaving breasts. He pulled her nipples and then slapped her tits before pawing them with his hands, his fingernails digging into her soft skin. He was manhandling her, and it caused her pussy to quiver, the undulating of her slick walls pulling him in deeper, wanting all of him inside. His rolled his hips and lunged, driving himself. She felt impaled, her mouth opening as her eyes closed. A deep, mewling exhale left her chest. She wasn't sure she'd survive the onslaught he began. She didn't care. He was suddenly jackhammering her into the cushions, and it felt heavenly. Even if the sin she was committing might send her to hell. Not that she actually believed that archaic mind bent.

He pinned her like that for twenty minutes, unrelenting in his pace and depth. His stamina was staggering. Being fucked to death became an idiom that suddenly made sense to her. She came twice more, his large palm covering her mouth each time. He slapped her several times as well, bringing out an animalistic growl of approval. Indeed she like her sex rough. He was determined to give it to her.

Billy raised up, his chest puffing out as he rammed into her pussy and held himself still, emptying his heavy balls into her. He was so deep she imagined he was cumming directly onto one of her ovaries. Thankfully the timing of the tryst wasn't going to create a nightmare for her. Only future erotic dreams.

He pulled out, and she was about to thank him. She wasn't going to be able to verbalize it, but she felt certain he'd read the sentiment in her dreamy stare. He was nowhere near done with her, however. Grabbing her by the hair again, flipping her over, using his grip to manipulate her into position. Her face was pressed into her couch, her delectable ass high in the air with her legs spread wide. He slapped his shaft up against her dripping cunt over and over, aiming at her clit. It was making her squirm and bark. It was keeping him hard. She'd never been with a man that was going to take her again like that, no recovery time in between. Her brain couldn't process it all quickly enough. Especially when he slammed into her.

The position gave him more leverage, allowing him to thrust harder and faster. His ebony shaft was covered with their combined juices. He was churning them inside her, quickly bringing her to another climax. She was officially in uncharted territory. She'd never cum so much in her life and there appeared to be no end in sight. She wasn't sure she could take it, yet she didn't want it to stop.

When she came again, screaming into the cushions, he waited a couple of beats before pulling out and pressing the head of his cock against the entrance of her ass. She shivered. Brandi had warned her that if she succumbed to the desire to fuck a black man, he would inevitably want her ass. She said they were wired that way.