Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Sex, Lies & Murder - Chapter two - Updated

Ok this is chapter 2 - Now updated and changed for more action and enjoyment.


Chapter 2 – Time for myself

The Drive home was quiet except for the radio playing old eighties music and in particular Van Halen’s hit ‘Pour some sugar on me’. I guided the Mazda 3 sports in and out of the subdue traffic like a serpent slithering back to its den after devouring its unsuspecting prey. The roads were damp and the air moist but the fresh air on my face was slowly bringing me back to some sort of reality. A blurting car horn as I missed a stop sign brought me back to me senses and I stopped the car on the side of the road, took a deep breath and lit a cigarette allowing the acrid smoke to enter my lungs and fill my blood stream with toxins that would hopefully ease my new found tension.
“You ok there love” a man’s voice softly greeted me from across the other side of the street. An elderly gent out walking his equally ancient cross breed terrier.
“I’m fine but thank you for asking” I replied.
The night is warm and balmy and my passions from previous is now creating a wet sticky moistness that was verging on unpleasant, so I slipped off my cum soaked panties and let them drop to the ground.  The cigarette had calmed my nerves and I flicked the butt out into the middle of the street before trying to smooth myself down. As I did I  looked down at my breasts and noticed the cool breeze from the cars air-conditioning outlets were having an effect on my perfectly formed and size perfect nipples under the almost not there sheer fabric of my chiffon red dress.
With the thoughts of my conquest still fresh in my mind I felt the unmistakable twinge of desire rising from within my soul.  Pulling away from the curb I noticed my panties, a cool pink pastel on a dark sea shining like a perverted beacon to the lonely and unseen. After a minute or two I slowed for a red light and I let my left hand slide under the material and gently pinch the aching bud of flesh, and it sent an unmistakable pulse straight to my now anticipating vagina. A soft moan left my lips and I knew what I had to do.
Turning left at the next interchange I headed for ‘Third Ave’ a place where no matter what hour of the day, sex can be bought and paid for with various means. She wanted, no needed a woman and money was not a barrier to her gaining the pleasure she sought.
A blonde, brunette, no a red head is what I want and as I slowly made my way down the black tar strip of ill repute, my stomach was knotting and writhing with the thought of hot wet pussy action.
A young red head walked into view as I slowed to a crawl, my window still up and the tinted glass not giving a hint of the occupant’s identity. She had beautiful long flowing curles that hung like expensive drapes in an exclusive club. Her checkered shirt was buttoned loosely and tied in a knot deliciously under her ample breasts, showing a hint of the creamy goodness inside. The cut off shorts with threads that hung in an array of lengths were clean and there was a hint of a pink G-string poking out the top. I licked my lips and calmed my breathing.
“Hey baby, want some company” the red head mumbled as she walked toward the driver’s window.
I looked her over through the tinted glass one last time to see if there was any real lustful attraction, the slutty yet elegant attire mixed with her flowing hair, almost a cowgirl look, except for the blue five inch come fuck me heels did the trick.
I wound down the window just enough to let the night air inside the cars worm interior.
“Hey there beautiful! You wanna get in and get dirty with me back at my place” I said with anticipation and just a hint of my growing horny eagerness.
The pay by the hour red head smiled with both shock and excitement when she heard the voice of another woman, and I could see by the look in her eyes she was interested.
“It won’t be cheap honey pie” she said with a smile that lifted one side of her mouth in a cheeky grin.
I slowly let my finger touch the windows electric button and as the darkened glass removed itself from view, the now curious hooker looked in to see a vision of horniness staring back at her; I trapped my bottom lip between teeth and looked down at my own left breast which was now on show. I allowed the nipple now engorged between thumb and middle finger to be punished in open view.
“I’ve got five hundred says you’ll stay for breakfast”
“If I say yes can I play while you drive” she asked now visibly turned on herself.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way” I said as she opened the passenger side door.
The drive back to the apartment was one of erotic distraction. Jenny had hands on her everywhere, touching teasing and then leaving her to play with her new friends own attractions. The interior of the car was starting to heat up and as she opened her legs to some gentle and deftly accurate fingers she could feel the cool breeze of the air con against her now puffy pussy lips. The wetness of her lusting was making it easy for her paid for friend to slide an expert finger inside as she used her thumb against her throbbing clit.
All this lust was starting to cause her accelerator foot to twitch and at times lift or push uncontrollably.
Jenny managed to get the car in the garage underneath her apartment complex and as she used the electronic entry card, she felt a finger slide between her wet lips yet again and enter her pink walls.
 After parking and straightening up a tad Jenny and her new friend walked to the elevator where the local kids had tagged it with all sorts of colorful graffiti. Entering the confined space led to even more exploration and the wild ride of kissing and roaming in loose clothing, could only be described at watching two toddlers jumping and playing under bed sheets. Both sets of hands were a blur of exploration, mouths being charted by pink fleshy tongues that darted around like sparrows at dusk. The interior of the metallic booth was starting to look and take on the smell of an Amsterdam brothel house.
Opening the apartment door was never difficult, but with a middle finger in your pussy and a mouth around your nipple, the intense fumbling and giggling led to the door across the way opening slightly to see what the commotion was.
The lucky owner a Mr. Harris a man in his late fifties opened the door further to drink in the sight before him as he stood transfixed to the show before him. His striped ill fitting boxer briefs filled almost instantly and as Jenny winked at him, she thought she saw him place his hand at the root of his now expanded cock and head back inside with a smile that would not leave him for many hours to come.
The horny couple made their way in the apartment which was decorated subtly but tastefully with new and old furniture giving it a hint of shabby sheik. Jenny flicked the light on and dimmed it to a dull yellow that accentuated the redness of her hair. 
“Come here you” she said softly, lipstick all over her mouth like a wanton whore. Amy she said: call me Amy. Jenny froze for a second as a recollection of a past life hinted its way into her memory. The flash of a beautiful blonde hit her and the milky white flesh she owned.
“Amy, we are going to have so much fun you and I, you may call me Jenny”
With that she dropped her dress and as Amy walked towards her with intent of letting her paying customer enjoy undressing her new real life Barbie doll.
Jenny moved around Amy slowly, licking her lips as she did so, and ran her fingers through her beautiful long red hair, letting it fall cascade like a ruby shower across her taut shoulders.
 Jenny then reached around and undid the last two buttons of her shirt, untied the knot at the front and stood back watching as Amy’s breasts slowly exposed themselves to the world. The cool air and excitement puckered her nipples into beautiful bite sized morsels of delight, and the electricity between her hands and those perfect breasts made Amy moan with anticipation.
 Hearing this response, Jenny pulled her own hair to one side and started to gently kiss the middle of her back, as she placed her left hand on the back of her left knee, and allowed her tongue and hand to rise at equal speed.
By the time Jenny made it to the nape of her neck, her left hand was deftly, yet gently exploring the gap between Amy’s legs and gently reaching between her thighs just briefly touching the now moistening pussy through her panties.
She traced the outline of her swollen lips against the material and then with a rush she ripped them free from her body. Both hands now moved up towards those fantastic 36DD breasts and cupped them with the excess spilling over the sides of her hands. Jenny moved and took her by the hand and both silently breathed their way to the bathroom where they stood face to face kissing, exploring each other’s mouths while the warmth of the water flowed across their excited bodies.
Amy was first to make a move and she crouched down enjoying the view of the engorged petals of joy before her.
Amy moaned gently as the tip of her tongue parted Jennys’ thighs like an unseen crowbar. The hot wet appendage lightly touched her clitoris and then made small circles around the root before it buried itself in the inner juices of her vagina. Amy let her left hand cup her lovers’ ass and the right searched upward for a nipple to pinch.
Jenny overwhelmed with pleasure looked down to see the beautiful whore, her whore, taking her pussy in her mouth and as she grabbed Amy by the back of the head, she lifted her left leg and placed it on the side of the shower rim giving herself fully to the pink onslaught of the tongue sword.
With the exquisite onslaught between her legs in full swing, Jenny could feel the unmistakable tell tale signs welling deep inside her and she reached down and gently  pulled Amy closer, so she could ride her face to in inevitable outcome.
 Amy even with her mouth full was moaning aloud, as she slid a finger into her own open folds of skin and her deft finger tips sort out her own joy button. The riding and grinding was becoming faster and harder and Jenny whimpered as she exhaled a held breath and she bit her lip as her body tightened in a wave of lustful contractions around Amy’s mouth.
The juices flowed and mixed with the warm water as Amy and Jenny gently let their orgasms subside in a jerky rhythmic movement of hips and knees that threatened to give way under the explosive release.
Jenny looked down at Amy, and as she looked closely the muscles of her vagina were still pulsating in contractions around Amy inserted middle finger.
“Holy fuck that was amazing” Jenny whispered to her new paid for lover. “Shall we dry off and retire to more comfortable surroundings.”
Amy stood and kissed her with her orgasm stained mouth and let her tongue share the sweetness of her body. They dried each other with soft warm towels and walked satisfied to the bedroom across the hall way.
The next two hours were filled with sex and more sex, little conversation and lots of sucking and fucking with various instruments of pleasure and some gentle pain. Amy didn’t care for the nipple clamps but Jenny assured her that she would learn to like it if she persisted. “Maybe next time” she said.
After they had finished and lay totally spent waiting for sleep to take them, Amy softly breathed a simple question.
“Why does such a beautiful and attractive woman like you need to pay for sex”
“I don’t need to Amy I choose to! If I like what I see and I am in the mood, I let myself enjoy what life has to offer” she confessed
“What If I had said no” Amy continued with a quizzical look on her face to match the question.
“I would have found another to satisfy me, but I must say I am glad you said yes! Now get some sleep, I’ll pay you when I drop you off in the morning.”
Jenny drifted off exhausted and with one look at Amy her eyes closed not to open again until daylight.

Don't forget to check out my Novella Sex, Lies and Psychopaths for Jennys first adventure.

1 comment:

  1. Jenny is up to her old tricks in this murderous tale.