Posted by vinnie on September 04, 2005 at 16:42:18:
SPECIAL TALENTS
By Vinnie
Rick watched intently from the street. The office was easy in, easy out. On the first floor. Maybe only three girls working late. Answering the phones. Talking to clients. Setting up “dates”. Calling the escort girls. Collecting money. Taking care of business. This should be simple. Johnny and Carlo wanted the disks. The disks containing all the information about Candi Carter’s escort girls and their clients. And the ledgers. And the “little black books. Photos. Videos. Everything. It was Rick’s job to get it all. Easy in, Easy out. But the front door was always locked. And there was a security guard inside.
But then he saw one of the girls. A blonde. A very beautiful blonde. She was coming out the door. Heading towards her car. The white Corvette. She would be the one to help him. She would be his way in. She was perfect for the job. In fact, she was just perfect. Rick recognized her. The Russian girl. Lolita. The girl with the “Special Talents”. Every client’s newest favorite. She was special. Very special.
Just 20 years old, she’d been “discovered” in Moscow by Johnny and Carlo. They brought her to L.A., but she’d dumped them to go to work for Candi. That was her first mistake. Her second mistake was stopping by the office late at night. With Rick waiting right across the street.
Rick watched her walk towards her shiny new car. She was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. At 5’ 11”, Lolita was the tallest of Candi’s girls. She was athletic. Leggy. Voluptuous. With beautiful porcelain skin. A dazzling smile. And wide, deep blue eyes. Her silky silver-blonde hair was long and straight, hanging halfway down her back. Her big, pouty lips were painted a bright, cherry-red, matching the color of her fingernails and toenails.
Lolita wore a white leather bustier that laced up the front, and a matching white leather micro miniskirt with side slits and a long front zipper. Her lean, muscular legs poured out of the short, tight skirt and into a pair of white strappy stiletto-heeled sandals. Elegant, ultra-sheer seamed stockings gave her luscious legs a sleek, sexy look. A zippered white leather thong completed the voluptuous girl’s erotic ensemble.
And then, there were her “special talents”. Two of them. Tits. Big tits. Tits to die for. “Big naturals” as her American clients liked to say. An exquisite pair of 44DD breasts. Her “special talents”.
Even from across the street, Rick could see them. Swelling up and out of her white bustier. Almost bursting from their tight leather confinement. Straining against the laces holding the bustier in place. So firm and full. Rolling and wobbling as she walked. Bouncing and jiggling with each step. Spectacular.
Lolita’s stride was long and slow. Sexy. Confident. High heels clicking on the sidewalk. Silver-blonde hair flowing down her back. Shapely hips swinging and swaying. Tight ass rolling rhythmically inside her ultra-short, leather mini. Long, sleek leg muscles tensing and flexing as she strutted slowly down the street. Dressed all in white leather. And covered in expensive jewelry: long, dangling diamond chandelier earrings, white gold belly chain, gold chain anklets, and a long, heart-shaped diamond necklace that hung down into her deep cleavage. A killer face and body. Oozing sex appeal. A stunning vision of pure sexuality.
Rick would have her tonight.
He jogged across the street, intercepting the beautiful blonde just before she reached the car. She gasped and spun away when she felt his hand touch her shoulder.
“Hey! Are you crazy? Who are you? What do you want? You frighten me to death! I do not wish to die of, how you say, “heart attack”, yes?”
“Sorry if I startled you, baby. I just had to meet you in person. You’re Lolita, right? The new Russian girl. I’ve got some friends in high places who say you’re the best “fuck” in town. How’s a guy like me supposed to get a date with a girl like you? Maybe you can get me into your office so you and I can get hooked up”.
“You scare me just to make appointment for sex? You American men are all very stupid! Instant, how you say, “gratification”, yes? Always hurry, hurry. But you must wait, yes? Call number. Make appointment. Maybe we meet. Maybe not. I am from Russia. I have “special talents”, yes? I do not “fuck”. I make love. You understand? I am not, how you say, “kinky”, yes? Maybe I let you make love to me. Maybe not. I will decide. Not you. Maybe I suck you. Maybe not. I will decide. Not you. You will not touch my ass. No one does. It is not for any man, yes? I must go now. You call number. Make appointment, yes? Perhaps we meet another time. You call number. I will decide.”
As she turned to leave, Rick grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the building wall. He popped open his long switchblade, pressing the knife point against the gold belly piercing that dangled from her navel.
“Listen, baby, I really need to get in your office. I need to get in there. And you’re gonna help me. Whether you like it our not.”
“Why this violence? I said “call number”, yes? What is problem? You cannot wait? I am busy. Very busy. I have clients. Many clients. You must be calm, yes? Please. You must listen. I have “special talents”, yes? I am beautiful. You desire me, yes? Please. You do not need knife. Perhaps we work something out, yes? I have “special talents”. You wish to see them, yes? Please. I show you. I show you. Then I must go. You call number, yes?”
Lolita moved closer while slowly undoing the lace-up front of her white bustier. Like a tidal wave of undulating flesh, her massive, jiggling mounds began to slowly spill out as she loosened the leather laces. Huge and firm, her beautiful jiggling tits stood up and out as she began to press her body against Rick’s muscular frame.
Lolita rolled her hips back and forth across the front of Rick’s jeans, pressing her leather mini against his growing cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair, licking his lips with her tongue, moaning softly. Then came the kiss. The long French kiss. Sliding her tongue into his mouth, she covered his lips with hers. The beautiful Russian blonde worked her tongue around and around the inside of Rick’s mouth while she writhed and moaned.
Opening and closing her mouth, turning her head from side to side, rolling her tongue over his lips and back into his mouth, in and out, round and round, Lolita delivered the kiss of a lifetime while she continued playing with Rick’s hair, pressing her massive tits into his chest, and swinging her luscious hips back and forth over the cock that begged for immediate release.
Pulling her right hand from the back of his neck, Lolita slid her hand down to the massive bulge that awaited her attention.
“You like so far, yes? What is this? Oh! Oh my! What? What is this? You have something here. I feel it. Oh! I do not believe! I do not! You. You. You are so, how you say, “large”, yes? Oh! Oh my! You. You are so very, large! Oh, yes! I have chosen many men to make love to me, but you…you…you have “special talents” also, like me, yes? I can feel it. I must see it now.”
Lolita dropped to her knees in front of Rick and began stroking the front of his jeans with her right hand, then slowly unzipped him, releasing his massive, steel-hard cock from its tight confinement. Her eyes widened. She gasped, a cute feminine squeal coming from her throat. She glanced up at Rick’s face, then back down. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a tube of her cherry-red gloss, then applied a thick, shiny coat to her sensuous lips. She smiled. She was ready. Leaning in close, Lolita went to work, doing what she did best.
Lolita handled Rick’s massive erection with both hands, rubbing, stroking, pushing, pulling, dragging her red-painted fingernails across his cock, then underneath. She began licking with her tongue, and sucking with her ruby red lips, covering his enormous dick with wetness before stopping to blow cool air over the still-growing member. Lolita hungrily devoured Rick’s exquisite cock, licking and licking, sucking and sucking, stroking and stroking. Faster and faster and faster she stroked with her hand while her warm mouth and deep throat devoured the entire length of Rick’s thick dick.
Lolita could feel him begin to shudder. She could feel him on the verge. Of cumming. Then suddenly, she stopped sucking, and stroking and licking. Then she stood up.
“You have nice body. Nice cock. I like. Maybe some other time I let you cum, yes? But, I do not give, how you say, “freebies”, yes? Nothing is free. I am Russian blonde. I am most beautiful. You know this. I have perfect body. I am 44-24-36. No one has body like me, yes? You like my white leather? It is very sexy, yes? My skirt is very short. And very tight. My legs are very long. You watch me walk. I know you like, yes? My breasts. Very big. Very beautiful, yes? You see now I do have “special talents”, yes? I am worth much money. You have dollars? You have rubles? Either one. You call number. Make appointment. Offer much money. Maybe I say “yes”. Maybe I say “no”. I decide. Not you. You must remember. I do not “fuck”. I make love. Perhaps I let you make love to me. Not now. Later. I must go. Have nice day, yes?”
Rick smiled as Lolita pulled out her keys and turned towards her car. Her huge tits fell forward, stretching out the leather bustier as she bent towards the driver-side door. Her long, straight blonde hair draped her shoulders and fell across her face. As she leaned forward, the white leather micro miniskirt rose high on her thighs, stretching tightly around her full hips, climbing up her ass, exposing the lacy tops of her stockings, and the thin strip of white leather thong that disappeared between her beautiful, round butt cheeks.
Rick looked her up and down, admiring her long, curvy calves and firm, toned thighs as his eyes traced the long seams running up the backs of her expensive sheer stockings. He wanted this girl. He wanted her badly. From her stiletto-heeled sandals, to her shiny stockings, to her short leather skirt, to her tight leather bustier, to her zippered leather thong, to her long blonde hair, to her glistening gold and diamond jewelry. He would take it all tonight. And he would take her.
Stepping forward as she leaned over, Rick lifted the back of her skirt and slid his cock between her legs from behind. Lolita gasped and squealed, struggling for a brief moment until she felt the switchblade under her chin, pressing against her throat. Her heart began to race, her skin felt cold. She felt Rick’s breath on the back of her neck.
“Here’s the deal, baby. I need to get into your office. It’s very important. We’re going back. And you’re going to get me in. Understand? And if you don’t do what I say right now, I’m gonna stick my knife right through one of your “special talents” while I put my cock someplace you won’t like. You follow, baby? And maybe if you do a good job, I won’t kill you, like I killed Candi. And Cheri. And Jenny. And Savannah. And Lana. And Chantelle. And Bobbie. Understand? Okay. Let’s go. Move your ass, baby. Now!”
“You…you killed Candi? And…and other girls? All…all other girls? So…so many girls! How…how could you do this? Why? Why you did this? Why? I do not understand. All were beautiful. All had many “special talents”, yes? I…I…I will take you to front door of office. I let you in. Then you let me go, yes? Please, I make it, how you say, “worth your while”, yes? I…I let you make love to me, yes? Please, I take you to office now.”
Lolita began to walk forward with Rick pressed against her from behind. She could feel his big cock under her skirt, against her ass, sliding back and forth between her legs while they walked, rubbing against the underside of her leather thong as they moved down the sidewalk. And the knife. He wouldn’t hold it still. He kept scraping it across her bustier. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Over the top. Underneath. Down into her cleavage. He kept jabbing her with the knife. Jabbing and poking her big breasts. She winced every time he poked her. He was cruel, this stupid American. She would get away from him at the door. She would run. Run towards the security desk. She would tell the security guard, Vanessa. Vanessa had a gun. A big gun. Vanessa would take out her gun and kill this stupid American bastard.
That’s right. She would run, and tell Vanessa, and Vanessa would kill him, and everything would be alright. And then she would go back outside to her new white Corvette. She would get in and drive off to meet another rich client. Someone who appreciated her “special talents”. Someone would make love to her, and give her lots and lots of money. Money she would use to buy another car, and more clothes, and more jewelry. More gold. More diamonds. She deserved it. She was beautiful. She had “special talents”.
Lolita reached the door, swiped her key card in the slot, the door clicked open, and she made her move. The beautiful Russian blonde pushed back hard against Rick, knocking him off balance. He stumbled. She ran. Screaming. Screaming to Vanessa.
“Vanessa! Vanessa! Vanessa! This man! This man! He is breaking in! He is intruder! He has knife! He killed Candi! He is crazy! Kill him! Kill him! Vanessa! Kill him! Kill him!”
Vanessa saw her friend. Lolita. Running. Sprinting. Long strides carrying her forward. Spike heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Tight leather skirt riding high up on her thighs, stretching tightly over her ass. Huge tits bouncing up and down inside her bustier. Long hair flying out behind her. Screaming. Screaming. “Kill him! Kill him!”
Vanessa. The security guard. Tough. Athletic. Muscular. Sexy. Ex-military. Beautiful. 5’ 8” tall, 130 lbs. Long wavy brunette hair. Big, brown eyes. Small waist. Long legs. Tight abs. Hard body. 39-22-36. Wearing a white satin micro-miniskirt, black fishnet G-string, low-cut red satin halter top, and black patent leather thigh-high boots with lace-up sides and 5” stiletto heels. Gold and diamond jeweled nipple rings on each big tit. A long gold and crystal stone belly chain swinging from her navel. A big gold iron cross necklace hanging between her huge breasts. Tatoos on her tanned upper thighs and tight round buns. A cigarette dangling from her glossy red lips. Tough. Buff. Braless. Beautiful. Like an amazon queen. Hot. Very Hot.
She pulled open her desk drawer, grabbed the MAC-10 she kept there, and stood away from her desk, the gun cradled in her hands. She looked for her target. Some man with a knife. Somewhere behind Lolita. Where was he? Lolita was in the way. She couldn’t see. Where was he?
“Lolita! Lolita! Move! Move! Get out of the way! God damn it! Get out of the way!”
Rick could see it. See it all play out in front of him. Almost in slow motion. He drew his right arm back, stepped up, and whipped his arm forward, flinging the switchblade fast and hard, straight into the middle of Lolita’s back, burying the 6” blade right between her shoulder blades. Lolita squealed and staggered when the knife hit her. Her jaw dropped. Her eyes widened. She reached back over her shoulder. Behind her back. Arms waving. Left hand. Right hand. Reaching. Trying in vain find the knife and pull it out. She staggered. She leaned back. Her mammoth breasts burst forward as she struggled to find the knife. Her gorgeous tits. Swelling up and out. Straining inside the tight bustier as she reached for the knife. The laces began to unravel. Exposing more and more undulating breast meat. One by one the laces came loose. Until the bustier came apart, exposing Lolita’s big, firm 44DD breasts. Huge. Heaving. Rolling. Wobbling. Shaking. Shimmying.
Pulling a Browning 9mm from behind his back, Rick dove to his right and came up firing, pumping round after round in the direction of the figure across the room, the leggy, long-haired brunette with the big tits. The one wearing the low-cut red halter top, the tight white miniskirt, and the tall black boots. The one with the weapon in her hands.
Rick’s aim was straight and true. Before Vanessa could get off a shot, red hot ammo from Rick’s gun began hitting its mark. Whistling across the room, one bullet after another struck hard into Vanessa’s tight body, stitching a diagonal line across her torso. She gasped and stumbled as bullets tore through her boot tops, ripping holes in the shiny black leather, lodging in her muscular thighs. She jerked and staggered as more hot slugs punched into the exposed flesh of her upper thighs between the tops of her tall leather boots and the bottom of her short satin skirt. Vanessa’s mouth gaped open, and the lighted cigarette fell from her lips, tumbling end over end, dropping between her huge breasts, down into her wide, deep cleavage, scorching her tanned breast meat. She shrieked, and staggered again on her tall spike heels, grunting loudly as more hot lead riddled her thighs, crotch, torso and breasts, tearing through the front of her stretch satin miniskirt and black fishnet G-string, puncturing her tight, tanned belly, and ripping into her low-cut red satin halter top, blasting dime-sized craters in her shaved pussy, pierced navel, and the center of each big, braless tit.
Vanessa stopped in her tracks. Wobbling on her stiletto-heeled boots. With teeth clenched and eyes closed, she rose up on her tiptoes as if struck by 1000 volts of electricity. Shaking and jerking, her finger locked on the MAC-10’s trigger, the gun erupted with a roar, spraying bullets at an unknown target.
Too bad. It was Lolita.
Dozens of red hot slugs peppered the voluptuous Russian blonde, blasting her from head to toe. She danced and jerked, turning and twisting like a crazed string puppet as a hail of bullets punched into her, shredding her white leather skirt and bustier, leaving burnt black holes in the shiny white fabric. As she spun around, hot slugs blistered the backs of her long legs from hamstring to heel, tearing through her expensive seamed stockings, puncturing her shapely calves and toned thighs. Burning bullets riddled the back of her leather micro mini, filling her tight ass with hot lead. Slug after slug thudded and drilled into her torso, blasting her wide hips, tight belly and pendulous, undulating breasts. Speeding bullets whistled past her head, cutting through her flowing blonde hair as she twisted and turned. Her stupendous 44DD chest exploded as red geysers erupted across her once-perfect rack, bullet after bullet riddling her bouncing, jiggling “special talents”.
As suddenly as it began, it was over. Vanessa’s clip ran out. The room went quiet.
Except for the moaning.
Lolita stopped spinning. She groaned loud and long. She staggered forward. Reaching out for Vanessa. Her knees buckled. She staggered again. Picking up speed. Losing her balance, she stumbled past Vanessa and fell. Face first across Vanessa’s desk. Ass in the air. Legs spread wide. Spike heels resting on the floor. Moaning. Groaning.
Vanessa stood like a statue. Blood dripping from her lips. Smoke from the burning cigarette rising out of her deep cleavage. Finger still locked on the trigger of her MAC-10. She pointed the gun at Rick and tried to fire again. Click. Click. Click. Nothing. Empty.
Rick came towards her. Slowly. His 9mm pointed at her head. He came closer and closer. She began to back up. She pointed the gun again. And pulled the trigger. Click. Click. Click. “Shit!” She began to breathe faster and faster. Her big chest heaved up and down with fear. Rick looked her over. She was hot. She was tough. He liked that. She looked good. Pretty face. Big brown eyes. Pretty brunette hair. Long and silky. Nice and thick. Sexy mouth. Nice lips. He always liked that glossy red lipstick. And that halter top. Shiny red satin. Low cut. Lots of cleavage. Real tight. Big, jeweled nipple rings poking through. Huge tits. Braless. Nice. And the miniskirt. White satin. Tight. Shiny. Not just short. Too short. Way too short. Nice. She had hot legs. Real hot. And a big, round ass. And the thigh-high boots. Shiny black leather. 5” spike heels. Lace-up sides. Sexy. Very sexy. Rick liked those boots. They turned him on. They were like the ones he took off Chantelle after he’d strangled her last week. Only Chantelle’s boots had zippers. These boots had laces. Nice. Very nice. She was tough. This “Vanessa” chick. She had her own “special talents”. He could see that. All shot up, but still hangin’ in there. Still on her feet. He liked that. He liked that a lot. Yeah, she had “special talents” alright.
She pointed the MAC-10 at him again. This time Rick reached out and knocked it out of her hands. She staggered backward. And he pushed her. Hard. Her ass hit the front of the desk and she lost her balance, falling over backwards, landing on the desk. On her back. Tits up. Legs spread wide. Miniskirt hiked up high on her thighs. Almost above her hips. Next to Lolita. Both writhing and squirming. Moaning. Groaning.
Rick watched them both, Lolita on her stomach and Vanessa on her back, moaning, squirming, struggling. As blood began to pool on the big desk. Rick was in a hurry. He needed the disks. He needed to find them and get out. Fast. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t leave yet. Because of the girls. They were so sexy. They were gorgeous. He couldn’t resist them. He couldn’t leave them alone. He wanted to, but he just couldn’t. He had to have them. Both of them.
Rick watched Vanessa on her back. Writhing on the desk. Big 39DD tits jutting straight up. With a big hole in the center of each one, squirting blood. Smoke rising from her cleavage. Her skirt. It was so short. It kept riding up, higher and higher. He could see her panties now. A G-string. Black fishnet. With a big bullet hole right in the center. Vanessa kept squirming and moaning, moving her legs around. Side to side. Up and down. Lifting one leg, then the other. Arching her back. Thrusting out her big tits as she rose up and fell back. Her stiletto heels scraped against the side of the desk and her leather boots slid back and forth across the desk top, making erotic rubbing and squeaking sounds as she writhed and squirmed. God, she was so sexy. He couldn’t take his eyes off her boots. And her panties. And her big, braless tits. With those jeweled nipple rings. Thrusting upward. Straining inside that tight red satin top. Shaking and shimmying as she rolled around on the desk. He couldn’t stand it. He just couldn’t. He had to have her. Now. Then it would be Lolita’s turn. Then he would get back to business.
Rick stepped forward between Vanessa’s legs, lifted her thighs, gripped her leather boot tops, and pulled her body towards him until her pussy was at the edge of the desk. His dick was still hard. So very hard. He didn’t bother to take off her panties. He punched his massive cock through the bullet hole in the center of her black fishnet G-string, straight into her pussy. He began stroking deep and hard. Stroking and stroking. Deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Vanessa arched her back and groaned loudly with every deep penetration. Her head hung over the backside of the desk, long brunette hair hanging to the floor. Blood dribbled out of her mouth, down her cheeks, and into her thick hair. Her big 39DD knockers rolled and jiggled, the odor of her burning breast meat mixing with the smell of her expensive perfume. Like twin geysers, blood squirted out of the center of each big breast and across her satin halter top every time Rick stroked hard into her.
Rick put the 9mm down on the desk and leaned over, sliding his hands up and down the thigh-high leather boots, feeling for the bullet holes, gripping the stiletto heels, caressing the sexy laces, then reaching under the red halter top to grip and squeeze Vanessa’s big bloody breasts as he continued to fuck her. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing with his hands. Pulling on her nipple rings. Watching the blood squirt out while he plunged into her, again and again and again. But she was tough. Just as Rick liked them. She reached for the 9mm, grabbing it with her left hand. They wrestled for control. Vanessa with her left hand. Rick with his right. They struggled. Rick fucked her harder. Much harder. Until she let go. He pulled the gun out of her hand, then pressed the barrel into the side of her gorgeous left tit. And pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Three times. Vanessa’s beautiful body jerked and bounced as each slug penetrated her big, firm breast. And Rick came hard. So hard. Filling her pussy with a flood of hot, sticky cum. He relaxed. It was over. He was done with her now. He pulled out of Vanessa’s shaved cunt, and used her expensive white satin miniskirt to wipe himself off.
Now it was Lolita’s turn. She was still alive. Still lying face down on the desk. With the knife still sticking in her back. Writhing. Squirming. Moaning. Long blonde hair splashed with crimson flecks. White leather mini now soaked a deep red. Blood dripping down her long, curvy legs, staining her stockings and tall stiletto heels. Huge, swelling tits now riddled with bullets.
“Uhhhhhhhh…Uhhhhhhhh…Uhhhhhhh…I…I…Uhhhhhhhhhh…Ohhhhhhhhh…Help…Help me…Help me…Ohhhhhhh…I am beautiful…Uhhhhhhhh…I…I…I am beautiful Russian blonde…I have best body…Please…Uhhhhhhhh…I will let you make love to me…Uhhhhhhhh…Uhhhhhhh…Please…I have “special talents”, yes?…We will spend all night together…All night…Ohhhhhh…Uhhhhhhhh…I will let you make love to me, yes?…We will become…Uhhhhhhhh…lovers…I come all the way from Russia…I am beautiful, yes…I…I…I have “special talents”…Please…I…I…Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
Rick looked her over. She’d been so perfect. Now look at her. Shot to pieces. All fucked up. Shit, what a waste. But she was still alive. She was still moving. Still squirming. He always liked that. The squirming part. And she still looked so good from behind. God what an ass! That leather skirt was so short. And so tight. And he couldn’t resist those tall, stiletto-heeled sandals. They always turned him on. And her legs. They were so long and muscular and sexy. And those stockings with the seams running down the back. All slick with blood. And she kept squirming. And squirming. And squirming. He couldn’t resist.
He rolled Lolita on her back. Her boobs, her ass, her legs. All massacred. But the center of her white leather skirt, where the front zipper went from waist to hem, had no bullet holes. It was a miracle. A fucking miracle! Rick knelt down between her legs, pulling her ass toward the edge of the desk. He rubbed his hands up and down the backs of her calves and across her thighs, smearing blood all over every inch of her long, shapely legs and her tall stiletto heels. Playing with the zipper at the front of her skirt, Rick slowly pulled up and down, up and down, up and down, exposing and then hiding the matching zippered thong that barely covered her perfumed pussy. Leaning in close, he pulled up on the miniskirt’s zipper until it reached her trim waist, then pushed the two halves of the skirt apart to expose the white leather thong. Rick could smell the perfume she’d sprayed on the thong, and on her pussy. He stroked the front with his right hand, back and forth, round and round, side to side, rolling his hand over the soft white leather. He slowly pulled the zipper, up and down, up and down, up and down. He leaned in closer, licking the front of her thong, tasting the leather, gripping the zipper with his teeth, pulling up and down, up and down, up and down.
Lolita was still squirming, but in a different way. She was dying. But she was about to cum. Rick could feel her begin to shudder. He could feel her on the verge. Of cumming. So he stopped. And stood up. Just as she had done an hour before when she’d had his cock in her pretty mouth.
“Sorry baby. I’m all out of time. I’m gonna have to skip the foreplay. I got no more time to ‘make love’ the Russian way. But there’s still a little time left for some good old fashioned American ‘fucking.’ Sorry, baby, you’ll be dead by the time I’m done. ‘Dasvidayna’, baby. ‘Dasvidanya’.”
Rick pulled down on the zippered leather thong, exposing her pussy, then plunged into her deep and hard, burying his huge cock up to the hilt in her cunt with one furious downstroke. Lolita arched her back and rose up off the desk, squealing loudly as her mouth fell open and her eyes widened.
Rick had been waiting for this moment since the instant he first saw Lolita. Saw her beautiful body. Saw her gorgeous big tits. Long legs. Tight ass. And that stunning white leather outfit. Saw her strutting down the street. Saw her long silver-blonde hair swinging and swaying behind her. Saw her huge breasts bounce and jiggle inside that bustier. And heard her voice. That Russian voice. “I do not fuck, I make love” she said. He would show her something. He would show how it was done. The American way. He picked up the pace. Plunging into her. Plunging and plunging and plunging. Stroking faster and faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. Driving into her. Plowing deeper and deeper into her pussy. Thrusting and stroking. Thrusting and stroking. Thrusting and stroking. Faster. Deeper. Harder. In and out. In and out. In and out. Plunging. Stroking. Thrusting. Driving. Deeper. Faster. Harder. Lolita bucked and rolled, bouncing up and down on the desk like a beautiful rag doll as Rick fucked her harder than he’d ever fucked anyone before.
Finally, he felt it. He was cumming. Into Lolita. The beautiful Russian bitch. A gusher of hot cum. Deep inside her. It was over. For both Rick and Lolita. He was very satisfied. She was very dead.
Rick stepped away. He was breathing hard. Both girls were spread-eagled on the desk. Side by side. On their backs. Tits up. Way up. Thighs spread wide apart. Short, tight skirts pushed up above their hips, showing off their naked pussies. Long legs dangling off the front edge of the desk. Stiletto heels resting on the floor. Heads draped over the other side. Long hair hanging to the ground. Both gorgeous. Both sexy. Both fucked. Both dead. But this should have been easier. Easy in, easy out. But it had been much more difficult than he’d imagined. All this killing and fucking had worn him out. And he’d gotten blood all over himself. But there was still more work to do. He needed to find the disks, the papers, the lists, the ledgers, everything.
And the bodies. He should get rid of them. Vanessa’s red satin halter top was starting to catch fire from the cigarette, and her big tits were gonna burn up. And Lolita. She’d been so perfect before, but she didn’t look so perfect now, all shot to pieces. He should get rid of them. Right now. But they were still both so sexy. He really wanted to keep them, but he knew Johnny and Carlo wouldn’t let him. They just wanted the disks and the books. But Rick, he really wanted the girls more. He kept Chantelle and Bobbie for a long time in their apartment after he killed them, but then Johnny and Carlo found out. They didn’t like it. He knew they wouldn’t let him keep Lolita and Vanessa. But at least he would take their jewelry. All of it. These girls always wore so much jewelry. But that was okay. It was sexy. He liked their long earrings. And belly piercings. And toe rings. And ankle chains. And nipple rings. And it was always fun taking it off their bodies after they were dead. And he would take their panties too. And Lolita’s stiletto heels. And Vanessa’s boots. That would be enough.
He thought maybe he’d just sit for awhile and watch Vanessa. Her red satin halter top was so tight and sexy, but now it was really starting to flame up from that burning cigarette. Smoke was pouring out of the deep, plunging neckline, billowing up from the wide space between her huge, swelling breasts. Her luscious 39DD tits were so large and firm. Now they were starting to sizzle. He’d never seen big tits like hers on fire before. Her shiny gold nipple rings, dangling gold navel piercing, and big iron cross necklace were turning white-hot, glowing brightly from the heat, like branding irons, burning their imprint into Vanessa’s tight, tanned belly flesh and succulent breast meat. Pretty soon her satin miniskirt would catch fire too. And then her black fishnet G-string. All the sexy tattoos on her thighs would melt away. Maybe he’d roll Lolita on top of her once the flames really got going. Then he could see what white leather looked like when it burned. It would be like a bonfire. A real sexy bonfire. This might be fun to watch.
Then he heard something. A noise. A noise from the next room. Someone in there working. He’d forgotten. There was another girl in the office. The most important one. The accountant. She would be the one to tell him everything. Everything he needed to know. And get all the disks for him. And the little black books. And the phone numbers and addresses. And she was a girl. Another beautiful girl. Christie. Christie Carter. Candi’s big sister. Another girl to play with. Just like Candi. Tall and leggy, with an hourglass figure, and beautiful long, thick blonde hair. And she always wore just what he liked. Miniskirts. Real short ones. Tall spike heels. And red lipstick. And lots of jewelry. And she had tits. Real big tits. Just like her sister. Just like all the other girls. He wondered if she’d like to have sex with him. It didn’t matter. He would find out anyway. He would find out if she squirmed. He hoped she did. He always liked that. The squirming part. He would find out. Soon. Very soon. He was already starting to get hard again. Very hard.