Authors: Jill Soffalot
Desert Venom Motorcycle Club: The Complete Novella: (Military and Law Enforcement Erotica) (8 page)
He didn't stop for another minute. And he stopped only because Jada ran out of energy and couldn't respond. She trembled inside around his cock in small pulses. She was sweating like a foundry man. It ran down her face and inside her blouse. Sweat from her belly smeared against Isaac.
She wiped her face with her hand, smiled, and said, "Wow. You took me. Took me completely." She concentrated, "Put me down on the table and fill me with your seed. I'm as open as I've ever been. Put it right inside my womb."
Isaac didn't say anything as he carried her to the kitchen table. They both thought about the mess and the fact that they ate on that table. That was a question for another time. Right now, Isaac has sperm that needed to find a home in Jada's womb.
He set her down on the kitchen table on her back then put her ankles to his shoulders. She hooked the edge of the table with her fingers and said, "Pound me. You won't hurt me."
He did. The table skittered across the floor with the force of his penetrations.
Jada wore a relaxed smile. From her bottom to her waist, his thrusts made her skin shake. She didn't change her expression.
Thirty seconds later, he gave a triumphant cry and pulled her hips against his cock. He dropped his head back and howled at the ceiling.
Jada felt the spurts of semen burying themselves inside her body. She moaned with each one. They rested for a moment and looked at each other. She said, "You were a desperate raving animal. A demon. It was frightening. I was afraid you'd break me in half." She paused and looked in his eyes, "Promise me you'll do it again."
He had his breath back, "I will."
She said, "Stay inside me. I want to snuggle in your arms for a few minutes then we need a shower. Take me back to our bed."
He carried her along the corridor that ran the length of the apartment. She stopped him at the bath room where she grabbed a box of tissues. When she got to the bed. She told him, "Let me down, but stay inside."
He kept his shrinking male member inside her until she'd pulled out a number of tissues. She said, "Okay, pull out."
She placed the tissues against the mouth of her well-used tunnel then closed her legs. She turned on her side, and Isaac laid down beside her and wrapped her in his arms. She held his big hand against her cheek.
He said, "I love you. You know that don't you?"
She nodded, "Yes. I know it. Don't leave me."
"I won't."
She closed her eyes. Her body was still recovering from his assault. Her mind ran with practical things that needed to be done around the apartment. Her heart was still and calm. She was in the arms of a man who loved her and took care of her. He was strong enough to defend her. She smiled and nuzzled his hand underneath her cheek.
In another city, a man with a tan, a white shirt, and expensive shoes spoke into a phone, "He refused to go along. That's too bad. What about his partner, the girl?" He listened for a moment. "Good. Have her point them north and we'll go south. We can't have any loose ends. Stone and the woman are the only ones who talked with anyone connected with us. Make sure they have a fatal accident."
The man with the tan sat at a mammoth desk is a big office that looked down over Los Angeles. His company occupied the entire floor.
He leaned back in his chair and let a satisfied smile steal over his face. He twitched three times then looked down between his legs. A stunning woman was sucking his cock with dedication. She rose over his cock and swallowed. Her body shook in reaction to the taste. She licked and sucked the man's cock to get it clean then stowed it back in his pants.
He pushed his chair back from the desk and let her crawl out. She stood by him and asked, "Anything else, Mr. Walters?"
He grunted and stood up. Without a word, he mauled her breasts repeatedly. While he was doing this, she drew her skirt up to her waist and held it there with one hand. Under her skirt, she wore a garter belt, stockings, and expansive panties. Mr. Walters finished with her breasts and aggressively cupped her pussy with his strong hands. The woman didn't react to anything he did.
He stepped back to his desk and said, "Thank you, Miss Cunningham. Excellent work as usual."
Evelyn Cunningham walked out of the office into an office she shared with another woman named Terri Sunderson. Both were extraordinarily beautiful, graceful, and elegant. The other woman said, "How was he today?"
"The same. I can swallow his semen without felling like I'm going to throw up."
"That's good."
"We'll have to work late tomorrow."
The other woman swiveled her chair to face Evelyn and said, "Damn. I've got tickets to the Ballet. Another shipment?"
"Of course." Evelyn sat up in her chair and folded her hands on her lap, "I hate the days when we work late. Five men and just the two of us. Can't we hire more girls to help out. I can hardly sit down the next day."
"I agree. Anything else we need to know?"
"Yes." Evelyn smacked the surface of her desk and continued, "It might not work. It depends on the success of two people they control. Or think they do."
The other girl rested her head on her hands, "I hate it when they do that. If it doesn't work, they'll take their frustration out on us. It takes a week for the bruises to go away."
"I know." Evelyn stood up and said, "I'm not doing it anymore. It's too much." She walked back to the door and knocked. She heard, "Come in."
She stood in front of Mr. Walters desk and worked up the courage to say, "Sir, I have to ask for some help. Tomorrow is a day we usually work late. Terri and I will be servicing the five men who attend those meetings, satisfying all of them. There's only two of us. I know of three other girls we can trust. If we could have an even number of men and women, the men would get more satisfaction. Would it be possible to bring three more girls in tomorrow?"
Mr. Walters sat for a moment, thinking. Evelyn walked behind the desk and opened her blouse. She didn't wear a bra. Her world class, if artificial, breasts hung on her chest like heads on a wall. She bent over. Mr. Walters filled his hands with her indifferent, but exquisitely constructed breasts. He massaged her for a few minutes.
"I don't see why not. You be in charge of it. Make sure they can be trusted. We don't want any leaks. Not like last July."
Evelyn stood up and buttoned her blouse.
"No sir. Thank you, sir. Terri and I appreciate it."
It all came together beautifully for Isaac. The older man who spoke at Isaac's meeting spotted a cargo container bulging from a badly loaded haul of pure cocaine. The door leaked a white powder that blew away in the wind. The cargo container was on the back of a brand new semi. The driver stopped at a stop light and the older man pulled in behind him. Another patrolman heard human noises coming from a trailer being hauled by a brand new semi.
Ten minutes later, Isaac got a call from him telling him the shipment was coming in on the Southern side of the county.
In front of him, Chica pointed to a map.
"That's the route they're taking. She indicated I-35 on the western edge of the county. That makes sense. It's almost empty at this time of day. They must know we won't be looking there. They'd be too easy to spot."
Isaac studied her. He'd known her for years. He knew when there was something wrong. He walked up to her and held her shoulders with his hands.
"Chica. Tell me what's going on. I can help. You're lying. Every time we talk about this, you lie about where's it's going to be. Why are you doing this?"
Chica fainted. Isaac carried her over to the sofa and laid her down. Her eyes fluttered open. She cried. He brought her a glass of water. She hiccupped then wailed, "Oh Isaac, I'm sorry. They said they were going to kill you and John and my mother. They know where they are. What am I going to do?
She looked at him and continued, "They have snipers set up to kill the man I care about, you, and my own mother. You can't change anything. They said to tell you that the Southern route was the right choice. You have to act like I haven't told you anything. Please."
Isaac said, "We'll protect those you care about. Let's see what we can do." He sat down at a chair by the table.
"We have to make them believe that you did what they asked you to do but not let the shipment go through." He sat up and opened his computer. He sent an email with instructions to several of his men then sat next to Chica and held her hand, reassuring her, "We're going to be alright." He outlined his plan to Chica who began to relax and smile just a little.
The meeting was in full swing. Five men wearing expensive suits and five women dressed with exquisite care stood around and talked in a big meeting room.
A waitress walked among them serving fresh drinks. One of the men grabbed her butt as she walked by. She stopped and smiled at him and didn't move until he was done.
The groping increased. The women had chosen their men at the beginning of the evening and stuck close to them. Their men moved them in front and held their breasts in tight hands or kept them to the side and felt their butts. The women pretended not to notice. When one of the men dragged his date's dress up to her waist and played between her legs, stroking her with long, unhurried motions, it was ignored by everyone else.
Mr. Walters walked in and said, "Attention, everyone. This is the trickiest time in the shipment. It's halfway across their county and in the middle of the cops. The next few minutes will tell if we were able to control the situation.
The man in the room stopped touching the women. They stopped talking. They stood in stiff postures and looked at their wristwatches.
Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Walters announced, "They've made it through. We're almost home."
Everyone laughed. Men slapped other men on their backs. Women gave long, thorough kisses to any man who was available.
Mr. Walters said to one of his people, "Withdraw the snipers on the three individuals we were targeting. No reason to kill anyone now."
Isaac stayed on the computer. He'd received a message from a deputy Sheriff that a brand new semi had a rear light out and had been stopped. The trooper heard noises from inside a shipping container. The other semi wandered over the line and was stopped by a trooper who noticed a white powder leaking from under a door.
The room with the executives moved on to the next stage of the festivities. Each man was naked. Some were reasonably fit. Other's had bellies or bow legs. The women didn't care. They were being paid. They wore stockings, garter belts, and high heels.
They treated the men to oral sex and praised them for the size of their male equipment. The special part of the evening, a mass fuck by everyone in the room was about to get under way when Special Agents of the FBI broke in and arrested everyone.
They men were speechless with righteous indignation, threatened to have the agents fired and demanded to see their lawyers. The women were happy to be relieved of their work for the evening. They chatted with the cops as they dressed.
Eight months later, the Five Points Clubhouse was back to normal. Except that Chica was pushing a very pregnant belly around behind the bar. Jada dropped by everyday to visit with her husband who always measured her belly to see how big their son was getting. John and Isaac made a fuss over them which they enjoyed.
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