Palmer: Fashion Week Ch. 05

Most of all, he loved fucking them.

But right now, it wasn't one of his models attracting his attention. It was Angela, his oversexed personal secretary. The sophisticated woman had a body to die for, even if she wasn't blessed with the greatest intelligence. And he had just spent the last couple of hours devouring it.

Now, she was getting ready for the party. Her jet black hair moved gently on her shoulders as she dressed herself in the classic lingerie. He didn't need to touch it to know the black lace was soft and expensive. And watching her roll the nude-coloured stockings along her shapely legs brought a stiffness to his cock that should have been resting after their tempestuous afternoon of sex.

She clipped the stockings into her suspender belt, turning her taut ass towards him as she set her foot upon a chair. Was she teasing him again? The matching thong scooped between her legs, sheer enough that he could make out the padded contours of her vulva.

She hadn't yet fastened the gossamer bra, letting her large breasts hang free beneath her like ripe fruit ready for picking. And she was smiling at him over her shoulder as she watched his reaction.

"I think we have something on our mind," she provocatively teased him.

Volkov smiled. He loved hearing that upper class accent but, more especially, he loved hearing it during their sex, when she was begging him to fuck her harder.

When she straightened, he could see that her large nipples were hard. She was excited again. Her full lips were perfect for dick-sucking. Not to mention how well she could use her pendulous tits to get him off. But time was short and the questions in his head needed resolving before tonight's party.

"You're insatiable," he said, in his barely-there Russian accent.

"For you," she responded, fixing her lacy bra beneath her pendulous breasts.

He shot her another smile before turning away from her and flipping his phone open. He'd taken care of Tony Yamamura. Sergii had subsequently eliminated Vladimir Kazakov. But now he had two other targets. Not that either would require the same extreme measures. His method of dealing with these two thorns would be more subtle.

The first was Michelle Park. She had been Yamamura's girlfriend, and they'd kept that secret. From him, from others. What did that mean? It could be innocent enough. Or...

Or she could have been involved in Yamamura's plan to usurp him. Unlikely, but possible. Either way, he intended to find out. Then he'd decide exactly how he was going to deal with her. Before then, she would help him help resolve his second problem. The stills from the Clinique photo shoot had given him the idea. That kiss.

Jennifer Finney was a cop in the London Met. Yamamura had been so stupid he hadn't even done his background checks correctly. As a result she was here in Dubai, within touching distance of him. That meant the threat had to be removed. Eliminating her could bring more issues than it resolved, so he would go with the alternative.

Besides, this way would be much more fun. Discrediting a cop always was. He'd get Jade to set her up at tomorrow's party with one of the Sheikh's men. All captured on secret camera, of course. The video would prove an instant hit on the internet when he released it. One of the London Met's detectives being fucked by one of the people she'd been sent to investigate. They'd become a laughing stock.

He flicked through the names on his phone and then pressed call. Michelle Park had no idea that he had her personal number.

"Hello?" she answered.

He hadn't been sure what to expect in her voice, evidence that she was distressed at Yamamura's death, perhaps? If so, he was surprised. Her tone was more full of itself than she had a right to be, a voice that admired itself. This woman wasn't grieving.

"Michelle, my dear. It's Nikky Volkov. How are you?"

He could almost hear her breath catch, and the short period of hesitation before she responded confirmed she was shocked to hear his voice.

"Nikky!" she exclaimed, quickly responding. "How wonderful to hear from you."

It wasn't just shock he could sense in her tone. Fear was present, too. Did that mean she was fully aware of Yamamura's plans?

"I was calling to see how you are," he went on, making a point of softening his normally demanding tone. "After the terrible news. I know you and Tony were close."

His voice was soft, but there was an accusation there. Maybe even a threat.

"Close? No. Well, yes..."

There was that give-away hesitation again.

"In a business sense, of course we were. I've just done a photoshoot under his direction for Clinique. His sudden death has been a shock to everyone on your team. How are you, Nikky?"

"Oh, you know, life goes on," he said, grinning to himself at the quip. "For some of us at least."

The silence down the line was deafening. He could only imagine the expression on her face. If she wasn't afraid of him before, that emotion would be kicking in now. Time to lighten the mood.

"I actually saw the results of the shoot, Michelle," he said, putting on a more comforting tone. "I wanted to tell you they were excellent. The client is very happy with you—and with me, of course, for supplying such a beautiful model."

"Really?" she gushed, the enthusiasm in her tone obvious. She clearly responded to compliments. "Thank you, Nikky. I so wanted to impress you."

He grinned at her subservience. Her reputation as a diva preceded her, as did her fiery temper. But in his company she was just like all his other models. A sexy, flirty woman who did what she was told.

"And you have impressed me," he reassuringly told her. "I assume that, despite the dreadful news, you will still be able to attend my party tonight?"

This time there was no hesitation.

"Yes. Yes, of course. I couldn't let you down, Nikky. You know that."

"That's wonderful, Michelle, because I think it's about time you and I got to know one another better, don't you?"

"You do?" she asked, her voice rising in anticipation. "I'd love that, Nikky."

"Me, too," he softly said. "Starting tonight..."

He left it at that and ended the call. He needed to get inside her mind, see what she knew, and would probably do that after fucking her...

The thought made his cock lengthen again and he glanced at Angela. She was about to fasten the tight little black dress she'd slipped into. That would be such a waste when he was practically standing to attention again. When he caught her eye, he crooked his finger.

She playfully rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what was going through his mind. She always did. That was one of the things he loved about her. Without a word, she slipped the dress from her shoulders and let it pool around her ankles.

Volkov let out a soft gasp under his breath. That skimpy black lingerie clung to her curves. If ever there was a body made to fuck, this was it.

He unzipped himself as she unfastened her bra. Her large breasts bounced as they came free and as he dragged his cock out, the thought of a nice tit-fuck occurred to him. But right then and there, he needed her pussy. She understood.

Giving a gurgle of pleasure, she slipped her thumbs into the panties and dragged them down her legs, leaving her naked except for the stockings and suspender belt. The swollen lips of her already full vulva were glistened with need as she crawled up onto his lap like a cat, impaling herself on his cock with well-practised ease.

Volkov roughly gripped her jet black hair so that he could hold her face a fraction away from his.

"Do you remember when you first came to work for me," he rasped, tightening his grip in her silken locks. "You turned down my advances, told me you were only just married. You were shy and demure then, yes? You said you would never dream of cheating on your husband."

His grip tightened further in her hair, jerking her head back to illustrate exactly who was in control.

"But look at you now," he growled. "Just a regular bitch in heat."

Angela blushed. She couldn't help it. They both knew how much this talk turned her on.

"You know why," she told him, in that upper class accent. "Because you corrupted me..."

Circling her arms around his broad shoulders, she slowly began to push downwards, taking him deeper inside. For a moment he thought she was about to kiss him, but at the last minute her teeth were mischievously biting down on his lower lip.

"Now why don't you corrupt me again, Nikky," she whispered into his mouth as she began to jerk down faster. "Just like that first time..."

*

The Ukrainian assassin had changed his mind at the last minute about flying home. He needed time to think. He'd carried out his contract at the Jumeirah Zabeel Saray hotel exactly as Nikolay Volkov had wanted. But the way things had turned out had set him wondering.

Retirement? Was that really an option?

He'd been thinking about it for a while, but there was something he needed to take care of first. Then there was the money. He needed enough to help comfortably continue with his lifestyle. Women, alcohol and drugs all had to be paid for, after all. But now, well, he was beginning to think that opportunity was knocking at his door...

He'd booked himself into one of the cheaper Dubai hotels in an effort to buy himself some time. But thinking wasn't the only thing on his mind. He had a huge sexual appetite. He had made a conscious effort to stay away from the Asian and the Arab prostitutes—he fucking hated Asians and Arabs—and instead, he'd found a young Mexican woman.

Conchita was her name. It was the only English she knew.

She was a real looker, with thick dark hair, wild eyes and a soft, dark skin. He loved that expression of innocence, too, although the way her fingers were working furiously beneath her legs as she masturbated for him belied the look. She was talking to him as she played with herself, although he couldn't understand a word of her native language.

But he knew from the way those dark eyes flashed at him that she was talking dirty, telling him the things she was going to do to him.

He was half-sitting and half-lying on the bed, propped up against the headboard. She was on the chair opposite him, with each leg wantonly hooked over the arms of the chair, her cunt fully exposed to his gaze. He could see her glistening pink labia through the thatch of thick black hair and that made him lick his lips. He loved thick pubic hair.

Her left hand was behind her, resting on the top of the chair over her head, while her right hand was frantically rubbing her cunt.

The bitches he paid for sex usually went through the motions, but this one was different. Conchita was definitely into it. She was moaning now and the throaty sound had him growing even harder inside his trousers. When she saw how big his Ukrainian dick was, her eyes were going to pop out. And when she felt it inside her, she'd beg him for mercy.

Keeping his gaze firmly on her working fingers, he began to unbuckle his belt. When he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his thighs, he could see her eyes follow the movement. As he expected, she couldn't contain a gasp when he pulled his semi-erection from his boxers.

"Well, what do you think?" he triumphantly asked, speaking in Russian. It didn't matter that neither of them could understand the other. The meaning was clear. "Big enough to tear you apart?"

Fisting the hard flesh with one hand, he smiled as she hesitated. Part of her wanted to continue with her masturbatory show, but another needed what he was offering, and needed it right now.

"Come here," he snapped, ending her uncertainty. "Come and get it."

She understood that instruction all right...

Quickly pushing up to her feet, she brushed a hand through her dark hair before crossing the short distance towards him. She had a slender body, small breasts and that wonderfully thick bush. When she reached the bed and tentatively sat beside him, he slid his free hand through her locks and yanked her head towards his monster.

He moaned as she took his dick between her wet lips. That felt good. His hand tightened in her hair, though he knew it was unnecessary. She wanted this as much as he did. When her tongue began to flick along his hardness like a snake searching for its prey, the moan thickened.

She might look innocent, but the way she took his thick girth deep inside her mouth confirmed that she'd done this many times before. The head of his cock was touching the entrance to her throat. One of her hands reached for his ass, her fingernails digging in, whilst the other dropped to caress his balls. She was worth every penny he was going to pay her.

His fingers dug into her scalp, displaying his growing pleasure. Encouraged, she took his thick cock deep into her throat. And she did it easily. He moaned again, reaching for her hair with both hands now. The bitch was really into it. Could he really be close, this quickly?

Yanking her head up, he held her gaze. His eyes spoke to her, telling her to be careful. Whether she understood or not, she nodded. But that didn't stop her from eagerly going back to work again.

This time her young eyes stayed on his so that she could measure his response, and she teasingly took him to the edge a couple of times before easing off. But when he began to buck his hips against her face, they both knew it was the moment of truth.

They both faced their own dilemmas. He wanted to spurt all over that pretty face, but then his need to be inside that young cunt was overwhelming. She wanted him to explode between her young lips, but he was so big—and she needed to experience that monster inside her.

Pulling back, she wiped the back of one hand across her lips before turning away from him and settling across his lap. That way they could both watch their reflections in the mirror on the opposite wall.

Her hand reached under her for his saliva-covered dick and her lips curled in pleasure as she placed the mushroom head against her opening. For a few seconds, she contented herself by teasing him with her delectable flesh, but soon the need was too much. When she lowered her needy young cunt over his hardness, the Ukrainian shuddered as her moist folds parted around him.

Remarkably, she bottomed out on him, her snug little pussy swallowing him whole. Was such a thing possible?

Falling back against his chest, she pulled his hands around her and onto her perky tits. She began to talk again, to his reflection in the mirror, as she gyrated on his huge dick. The way she undulated reminded him of a stripper in one of the lap dancing clubs that he so loved. When one of her hands went up to her thick hair, holding it high on her head as her peach-like ass made tight little circles in his lap, he almost lost it.

Gritting his teeth, he redirected his hands to her slim hips. He wasn't going to last much longer and intended to show her how a real man fucked before he gave in to the inevitable.

Her words came out faster as he began to pile drive her down on his lap. He could hear them vibrate in the back of her throat. She went with him, flexing her legs and bouncing back up as he slammed her up and down on his monster of a dick. He could feel it burrowing deeper and deeper into her cunt, penetrating as far as he could possibly go.

And she wasn't talking any longer, she was whimpering...

His forearms burned from the effort. Sweat poured from his forehead. And still he slammed her up and down, over and over. Her perky tits bounced with his thrusts and she was gasping for air.

Without warning, her expression suddenly changed. Her body stiffened. Her eyes rolled in her head. He could feel her orgasming on him. And he could hear her. Her whimpers had changed into a wail...

The Ukrainian felt his dick grow even further at the sound—women who let loose when they came always did it for him. Gripping her hips more tightly, he began to fuck her again—a thrusting machine intent on making the hot young bitch wail even more loudly.

"Cum," he rasped in his native language. "Cum again..."

She was like a rag doll on his lap as he increased the pace. Her head was thrown back against his shoulder. Her dark hair swayed on her head and her tits bounced manically. Her hands took a death-grip on his hips behind her in an unsuccessful attempt to steady herself, her nails digging into his flesh and drawing blood.

And then she was there ... letting loose again ... her wails becoming louder as the second climax swept through her.

The feel, the sound, and sight of their reflections in the mirror across from them were suddenly too much for the Ukrainian. He detonated inside Conchita's sweet young body like a rocket powering skywards. And once he started, he couldn't stop, his hips twitching with each explosion as her slick muscles tightened and her cunt sucked burst after burst out of him.

Neither of them moved for a few minutes, just resting. Both exhausted. Both bodies covered in perspiration.

This would be his life when he retired, he mused happily. A life full of sex, drink, drugs ... and more sex. What could be better? But he needed to take what was his first. And satisfy his honour at the same time. After that, the world was his to do with as he wished.