MasterPoet2014

As long as their are Mondays then I am sure there will always be
More reasons for me to rush straight home to keep you company
A thickalicious woman, with curves everywhere I want and need em
Soon as I got home I kiss her lips, unsnap her bra and I free them
Suck those thick, hard nipples until they're like pebbles in my hand
I'll then kiss my way down to her belly and if all goes as is planned
Voluptuous thighs will incase my head completely in a few seconds
Every time I get close to those pussy lips I'd feel her clitoris beckon

My man hood at the ready, I now push forward with a gentle thrust
Only reason I start out gentle is because in the beginning its a must
Now once I am totally inside her, I feel the temperature start to rise
Driving home the royal bones and feeling friction between our thighs
And once she starts climaxing and juices start to squirt and splatter
You'll realize that precious moments are the things that really matter
_______________________________________ J L Allen 12092013

She waited in the bed patiently for him, naked except for his hat 
Usually when he came home from work he found her just like that 
Breast heaved as she heard the door come open as he came inside
Maybe soon, if he's pleased with her, he'll take her for a little ride 
It wasn't that she did it because she expected something in return 
She'd get more for herself by giving him, this she'd quickly learned 
Submission was her gift to him and this gift she gave without delay 
It would not matter if he was upset, she'd treat him the same way 
Visualizing her waiting there naked for him when he arrived home 
Ensured her without a doubt that Master had chosen not to roam 
_____________________________________ J L Allen 12082013

                          Saturated Saturday

She looked so sexy lying naked, on her belly, in our bed 
And I decided not to wake her but join her there instead 
The clothing went flying off as if i had been under attack 
Until in between those thighs and on my back I finally got 
Raising my head just enough to lick her in her sweet spot
At first as i lick her slowly she pretends to be fast asleep
Tongue got real good to her and her secret couldn't keep 
Every time I lick her pleasure spot she wiggles and moans
Does this sexy little groan and causes nice rise to my bone

Sleep had long since abandoned her and both of us new it
As she starts to filling my face up with loads of vaginal fluid 
Then it seems like in no time the sheets are totally flooded
Unbelievable how many times and how much she's nutted 
Realized in no time that while I was still there going down
Dam, I may never be found if I stay down here and drown 
And by the time she'd finished cumming I had run out of air 
Yet I did not seem to care and continued laying right there
______________________________ J. L. Allen 12072013

Throw her naked onto the bed, hold her ankles above her head,

lick the pink till it's damned near red, before you drop that lead

Cause her torture with your tongue,enjoy the flavor of her juice

 like her juices keep you young, still don't let that lizard loose 

Put her knees beside her head, eat her til she cries real tears

don't be shy, eat that pie like you've not eaten sweets in years

Let your tongue roam into places that she says it shouldn't be

she say's, "I don't know what will happen",I think it time we see

Let the tip of your tongue tickle her where she never would allow

but her toes are touching the headboard, she can't stop you now

From her clit, lick down the slit until you get to that puckered spot

she's complaining, yet she's draining, her juices are sweet and hot

And when she's totally overwhelmed and saturated in her own juice

that's the time when you draw the line, Time to set that lizard loose

And when that lizard gets to foraging in her cave looking for its prey

for the sweat innocent virgin, who's charms he'd feast upon this day

Pushing deeper into the forbidden, it's forked tongue causing shivers

a Lizard like kiss brings orgasmic bliss, as pure pleasure he delivers

______________________________________  J. L. Allen 08152013    

There wasn’t another spot like this around for miles, and every soldier, sailor and steamfitter knew it. The pipefitters, journeymen and gypsy cab drivers, huddled together around pool tables, bar stools and bottles of bourbon. Even though the winds were blisteringly cold coming off of the water, the port was bustling with business as usual. The Wurlitzer churned out yet another Jimmy Buffet tune as the sounds of pool balls and drunken humor reverberated through the lone standing block building, its outside now flooded by blaring yellow crime lights that scoured the surrounding parking lot, on the far edge of a busy sea port. To say that no one noticed the six beautiful women walk in would be like saying no one noticed the big pink elephant in the bouncy house. Within a few minutes of each of them walking in, they made a love connection, by day break they were each beginning a five and a half month gestation period. Within a six month period, the six females gave birth to six new lives each, six new lives that were fully capable Within six months of mating and within a year of not only creating life but savagely taking it as well.. Each of the new species now carried DNA and traits of both, man and what would soon become the new. Each appeared totally normal, once you got past the fact that they went from infancy to young adult in about eight months, could breathe under water, sustain, unprotected from the elements at any temperature, see in total darkness, maneuver at a cruising speed of close to sixty miles an hour and was in no way governed by the laws of gravity.

Richard was your typical American truck driver, working the typical long day for short pay as they say.      The Rusty Anchor had been a Friday evening watering hole for Rich and a bunch of the guys at UPS for years. They would all meet there after the end of second shift, after cashing their checks to swap stories about this week’s weird delivery or pick up.  Richard had not said one word about the incident that had put him into a cardiac arrhythmia and had no intentions of doing so. As the others gabbed and gulped, Rich tried unceasingly, yet unsuccessfully, to drown out memories that had caused his original collapse.   They had asked him on a couple of occasions what had caused his collapse and he’d simply responded, “I don’t know, one second I was waiting on the elevator, the next I was on a gurney in an ambulance”. The seven of them together pretty much covered all seven quadrants of the city that encircled the port. Adam, the oldest, whose name fit so well they all said, because he was the oldest and had been with the company since the beginning. No one ever made clear whether they meant the beginning of time or the beginning of the company. Carl, X-military, gun enthusiast, that could turn any conversation at all into a reason to invite everyone out to the rifle range to invoke their fifth amendment rights and all that. Eliot, who’d started as a package handler a few years back and had been denied a route so many times that he’d actually called in sick on the last day the routes were assigned, being sure that once again he’d be passed up yet again for someone with more tenure. 

He was right, for this time once again his name went uncalled on the new driver roster.  But less than a week later an unexpected accident on a fish creek outside of town, provided him the opportunity he’d sought for so long, the opportunity to drive all over town in one of the big brown trucks, showing off his legs to secretaries all around the tri-state area. Giovanni, or Gio the Greek, apply nicknamed for his dark olive complexion and his long jet black pony tail that had so often become the center piece of conversation both with the ladies and the bosses that thought all drivers should be trimmed to no less than an inch above the collar. In the end it always came down to a vote and when the votes were counted Gio’s position behind the wheel was always secure, so was his name’s position at the top of the bar tab after he’d bribed everyone to vote to let him keep his hair and he’d pick up the drink tab on Friday, providing he still had his driving position.  Being that he did, the guys now ordered top shelf, even offering to grab up Gio’s drinks for him as well. There was Skip, so named for his uncanny ability to always manage to somehow accidently skip a stop, somewhere near the farthest point in his route.  Theo, the hustler also known as the brown clown of the downtown rebound. Next there’s Sye, who couldn’t have come off more Jewish had he dressed in black suits, worn a little black beanie full time, and grown a long white beard and sideburns. Last of all there was Julius, divorced twice and now married to the shipping business for the sake of monthly child support payments. Julius was a quiet guy, who would rather get paid than get laid, the crew often joked.

His muscular build was proof of his commitment to hard work, but if you were to ask Julius, he’d be the first to tell you that the only thing getting hard has ever gotten him was deeper in debt to the department of children and family services. The seven had met in the parking lot of The Rusty Anchor every other Friday for the past two years. For seven years they had all walked in together and for seven years they all left together. This Friday didn’t seem at all out of the ordinary until the cat calls began and the rules that had stood for years were drowned in Budweiser banter and bullshit. The conversation had been about Skip skipping a pick up on the third floor of his first stop, meant to go to the eight floor of his nineteenth and final stop. Skip hadn’t realized his mistake until he had arrived at his next to the last stop and realized that other than the package that he was currently holding in his hand for the current stop, his truck was now empty. This was usually a good cause for Friday evening jubilation, but he knew for a fact that he still had one last drop scheduled for today, he also knew for a fact that his vehicle was now completely empty on the drop-off side. “Then it hit me”, skip said just as all hell broke loose. Caterwauling and cat-calling jettisoned through the building, from the moment the six of them sauntered through the front door. The first one, an unbelievably beautiful blond, with skin that looked like polished brass and eyes so dark they were haunting. The second, like four of the others, also stood right at six feet tall, this one’s hair was raven, as were her eyes, The third was pale with bright red hair and wicked smile; her eyes were also dark and unyielding.

The fifth dressed all in white lace and had hair as white as cotton. Her pupils also seemed silver against her clear white eye balls; but a deeper look into them would have only shown one their own reflection. The final fem fatal stood barely over five and a half feet and was dressed totally in opaque. Her skin seemed almost translucent as she seemed to almost float above the floor in a gown that seemed both out of place and out dated for this dank little dock side saloon. The bar was filed with some of the hottest hunks in the shipping business; no not the guys from UPS, but the Longshoremen, pipefitters and welders that made their living in the boatyards. Even though the choicest pickings would definitely not have been the group of six near the rear of the establishment, Richard had just announced that he was going to the men’s room to drain the weasel.  From Richard’s position in front of the urinal he could hear the cheers and jeers and figured one of the waitresses had probably just gotten a good tip for doing a table top, that had been known to happen on a Friday night once the money and the alcohol got to flowing full force. Richard smiled and peed on.

Richard returned to find the scene inside the bar much different now than it had been when he’d left to go to the men’s room. Except for a couple of drunks, one at the far corner of the bar, totally unconscious and the other, slouched over in one of the pub chairs in the back of the room just outside the other side of the men’s room’s door. Not only was their table totally empty, but the bar and all of its patrons and employees had apparently scurried outside to witness one of the occasional drunken rumbles that have been known to break out from time to time. Richard sauntered out into the early evening just as several others began to make their way back inside. “Who won” Rich asked jokingly, not really expecting a reply. “Those guys answered a burly boatyard worker, with a quick thumb toss over his shoulder, back toward the parking lot. Following his lead and apparently the rest of the packed bar’s, Richard walked out into the parking lot and headed to where they had all parked. Richard noticed instantly the empty spaces where his friend’s vehicles had only moments ago been parked. Everyone else was now making their way back into the bar, several of them guffawing that it was the damndest thing they had ever seen.      Not wanting to believe that each and every one of them had just up and left me, in the short time that it had taken me to take a whiz, I pulled out my cell phone and called Gio, I’d had Gio’s number the longest, but I also had at least two of the other guys cell phone numbers as well. After having no luck reaching Gio, I tried Carl’s number and then Adam’s. With each call I got the exact same dizzying response; “I’m sorry, but the person you’re trying to reach has apparently traveled outside of the calling area, can you please try your call again later”.

 After a few minutes Richard walked back into the bar which had all but returned to normal, someone had even taken their table. He walked over to the waitress at the bar and before he could even inquire of her what had just happened, she looked at him as if she had never seen him before and asked, “What are you drinking handsome”? I mumbled something incoherent, turned and walked back out into the big parking lot. Once again Richard stood mystified, near the rear of his car, looking over to where just a few short minutes earlier, his friend’s vehicles had been parked.  All of the parking spaces had already been filled by other patrons coming to the bar. No one even seemed to remember now that just a few short minutes ago, seven guys in brown shorts, shirts and caps, had been enjoying drinks and lies at one of the bar’s many tables. Richard jumped into his own vehicle, backed out and made a beeline for the highway. Nothing was making any sense at the moment and rich realized quickly that he was once again on the edge of passing out. More from training than instinct, Richard pulled over onto the shoulder, put his car in park, switched the key off and placed it in one of the cup holders in the center console. As Richard sat trying hard to digest the last half hour’s events, he could feel his chest heaving, trying to breath, he was sure that he was about to go into shock yet again. In a full panic Rich dialed 911 and placed his phone on speaker before dropping it into the passenger seat.

“9-1-1 do you have an emergency” a female’s voice crackled from the speakers over Rich’s cell phone. “Yes, I’d like to make a missing peoples report, I think” Richard said, sounding almost hysterical to the calm operator on the other end. “What’s the age and gender of the person you would like to report missing sir”, the operator asked calmly, but Richard’s mind raced with the consequences of following through on this call and he stopped talking and reached over and pressed the button to disconnect the call. He hadn’t sat there for more than a few minutes trying to catch his breath when Richard heard the familiar sound of a police car in his close proximity. Rich sat fighting the urge to panic, forcing each and every breath to the surface as he sat waiting for an officer to approach. After what seemed to Richard like forever, the officer finally approached his vehicle from the passenger side rear. After assessing the situation, the officer leaned down and checked the interior of the rear of the vehicle, before continuing toward the front seat where Richard sat in an almost catatonic state in the driver’s seat. “Sir, are you having a medical emergency” the officer asked Richard as he leaned in and opened the passenger side door, using the inside door handle. Richard could only shake his head yes, as the officer leaned in close, checking first his pulse and then the dilation of his pupils with a small penlight  attached to his shirt.

 The police officer yelled a bunch of call numbers into a radio attached to an epilate on his shoulder, before climbing completely into the car with Richard, undoing his seat belt and trying desperately to distract him from the passenger side of the vehicle so that he could lay him down and get a clear airway. The officer, thinking for sure that Richard was having a heart attack worked feverishly to get Richard out of his vehicle and onto his back on the ground next to it. It wasn’t until the officer leaned in close to undo the first couple of buttons on Richard’s shirt did he smell the faint smell of alcohol. It was at this point that the officer had gone from friendly community servant to an officer sworn to protect the world from drunk drivers. “How much you had to drink this evening” the officer asked Richard condescendingly, not even waiting for his response as he reached to the back of his utility belt and disengaged the silver cuffs hanging there. “At this point Sir I must inform you that after detecting the faint odor of alcohol on your breath and finding you behind the wheel of a motor vehicle, I must at this time advise you that you have the right to remain silent and anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law”.          Richard thought about trying to explain things as best he knew at the moment, but very quickly realized that if there was ever the time to invoke his right to remain silent it seems it might be right now. The officer ordered Rich to roll over and place his right hand behind his back brief seconds before he had aggressively twisting his right wrist and arm behind his back and high above his head, cuffing first Rich’s right hand then his left.

Once Rich was cuffed faced down in the dirt on the side of the boulevard, he was apparently no longer considered a threat to society; the officer left him there as he thoroughly searched his vehicle, for God knows what. Only after being absolutely sure that there was nothing inside of the vehicle that he could confiscate on his own, did he call in his apprehension and request a second unit to assist, preferably K-9. After another twenty minutes or so, spent lying on the side of the road in brown work uniform shorts outfit and hand cuffs, Richard was finally lifted to his feet and read his Miranda rights by a second officer before being thrown into the back seat of a squad car and hauled off to the county lock up. Intake took their time man-handling, finger printing and humiliating him before taking Rich’s picture, which clearly showed the black ink on his fingers as he held the numbered strip below his chin for his new mug shot. Almost four hours after being brought to County lock up, Richard was finally given access to a telephone. “Is there someone you’d like to call, wife, attorney, boyfriend, boss, that might be willing to climb out of bed at close to mid night, who might be sober enough and have money enough to come bail you out” an officer asked from behind the desk while pushing a corded phone across the counter in Rich’s direction. The first thing Rich realizes is that it’s going to prove awfully difficult to dial a phone so high up on the counter with his hands now cuffed firmly behind his back. Also at that moment Richard realized for the first time that every number he knew of was in his cell phone, which was probably still in his car, which was most probably down at the pound by now.

Rich knew that a no call no show at four am also meant no job, but would he be the only absentee? Resigned to the fact that he was royally screwed, Rich gave a shrug of his shoulders that basically admitted his defeat and was lead to a cell block and then a cell, where he settled in for a long uncomfortable night. Sleep didn’t come easy for Rich that night, with the bright lights and constant banging of metal as massive electronic doors slammed shut locking tight. Richard had the same reoccurring dream every time he dozed off. He dreamed he was walking out of The Rusty Anchor just in time to see his co-workers, each in their own vehicles, tearing out of the parking lot, like bats out of hell. Last out was Adam, even though Adam probably had the fastest vehicle, a vintage 57 Chevy Bel Air, that had thus far out lasted both his parents, three wives and seven step children, he brought up the rear in first gear, passing the front of the establishment just as Rich exited. Richard could see Adam’s face as plain as day as he drove by, the huge grin on Adam’s chin was now etched deep into Rich’s dream consciousness.  At the exact second that he was passing, Rich noticed Adam was reaching for something. He’d realized that it was the gear shift when the heavy Chevy dropped into second, leaving black skid marks from the entrance to the exit. Rich noticed in the dusk of night that Adam’s radio seemed to by casting a brighter than usual glow, causing his face, with its frozen grin to look an almost iridescent blue in passing. All six had turned right and sped out of the complex, neither seemed to be in any kind of stress, neither were ever seen again once they had turned right out of the parking lot of The Rusty Anchor.

Saturday - December 7th 2013   3:45 AM.

At quarter of four Richard was standing at the door to his cell, staring out through the Plexiglas window. He would usually hit the snooze button for the first time at 2 AM, but between the dream and the noises Richard didn’t think he’d gotten a moment of actual rest, all night. Rich could not tell from his cell what time it was, but his internal clock told him that within the hour he would be late for work with no chance of doing a damned thing about it.

When the morning Shift Supervisor walked into the scheduling room, he thought for sure that someone must be playing some kind of practical joke on him. Only the female dash van driver waited in the office. “What the fuck is this” he asked laughingly, as he glared at the room’s one female occupant while trying to shuffle eight clipboards and his cup of coffee. You’re shitting me right”, he yelled, slamming all eight of the clip boards to the table top at once. “Is this some kind of a joke, tell the guys to get their asses in here, we got fucking work to do”, he said to the solitary occupant of the room, who shrugged both her shoulders and informed him that she had arrived about twenty minutes before and hadn’t seen any of the guys, in the employee parking area or on the way over from it. “You’re God damned shitting me”, he yelled over his wire rimmed spectacles. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this”, he screamed and charged out of the room. Within a matter of minutes he and several other higher ups had returned to the small scheduling office, and it was quickly abuzz with hey what now and what the fucks. Each person in the room was either dialing a cell phone or listening intently to a ringing phone, but not one of them had gotten an answer, in fact they had all gotten the exact same thing, an automated voice message saying, “I’m sorry, but the person you’re trying to reach has apparently traveled outside of the calling area, can you please try your call again later”. By this time the boss was so frustrated that he swept one massive arm across the top of the desk, sending the clip boards and their occupants sprawling across the floor. “Eight, are you fucking kidding me right now, eight guys”, the Shift Supervisor now stood yelling to no one in particular. “Call fucking corporate, this shit is fucking historic, neither of those guys has had so much as a scratch in their work history, hell between ‘em they have got close to sixty years of loyalty to this company; turn on the news, any mergers, acquisitions, mergers, overnight, Hertz/Penske, Budget, dam it somebody tell me something”. His cheeks now redder than the coffee cup he had somehow still managed to hang on to, all through his bout of rage, without spilling a single drop of his high octane. Right about that time the Shift Supervisor’s own cell phone rang and without even looking to see who was calling he activated the push to talk feature and yelled into the phone, “What the hell is going on”? The voice on the other end of the phone sounded extremely concerned as well, but more so that he’d blow a gasket if he didn’t calm down.

“I take it you saw it too” the sweet yet fragile voice said softly on the other end. “Saw it, saw what, what the hell is going on, where are my guys, we been bombed again”? His wife now sounded even more bewildered on the other end. “Your guys, No honey I don’t know anything about your guys, I was just watching on the news where a marine corps helicopter, on a peace keeping mission, headed from Thailand to Vietnam, disappeared, their last radar signal was received on the island of Hainan in the South China Sea. Other than being glad that he had no teen aged kids that might have been dumb enough to enlist and gotten over there and got caught up in that crap. “What the hell does any of it have to do with my guys” he yelled into the phone just before hanging up.

The Headlines read: LOST AT SEA:  A US Marine Corps air ship is assumed lost at sea after departing from Phu Phan National Park just outside of Kalasin in Thailand. Their destination was a small Island village in Cat Ba National Park, south ofHa Long and east of Kien Thuy, Vietnam. The crews of six male officers were delivering supplies and six new female teachers to the rain ravished area. They had been expected to arrive early last evening but no Naval or Air Force vessels have had any sightings or received any mayday or air craft distress calls. The Coast Guard has also not alerted of any reported soundings of distress beacons anywhere within a thousand mile square of their supposed flight pattern. “No air craft, no wreckage, no bodies, no crew, no passenger, no clue; is it Piracy or paranormal, more news later on news at noon”.                                                                                                                                               Elsewhere in the news, Minors and family members gather in a small, long time mining town in Dallas West Virginia, where everyone is at a lost to explain what happened to a mining rig and the six minors that went down into its just over two mile deep shaft at day break yesterday morning. The six man crew, mostly from the Moundsville area, headed down the shoot yesterday morning promptly at 6 AM as they had done since this portion of the mine opened almost two years ago. There was no sign of mechanical problems above and no sirens sounded from below, alerting any problems the six men might have been having below ground. One of the men interviewed is related to one of the missing minors and he had this to say, “Timmy has been climbing in and out of these mines since he could crawl and could smell methane better than any damned canary, he never would have gone down there had he thought for one second that there was something wrong with the rig line or anything else where he had to put his life or the life of his crew in any danger”. The rigging line now hung limply into the seemingly bottomless hole, its slackness attributed to the fact that the almost two ton cage that usually sat at the other end of it was now missing. To have another cage built and shipped out to this location would take weeks, the kind of time that everyone knew they didn’t have and couldn’t spend, in a hole two miles below ground. An emergency response unit had set up base camp just up the street in The Sand Hill Elementary School Lunch room.

The atmosphere was charged, even in the small school’s lunch room. Everyone either knew or was related to someone that worked in those mines. It was a dangerous job and many had lost more than one male family member to the deep holes of black gold. They knew that risk, yet for the sake of happiness and the love of family, they’d climb into those contraptions that would lead them miles underground, day after day, sometimes, they just don’t come up, Bea Gilles reporting News 7 at seven".               

The Internet is abuzz in South Florida this Saturday morning after a 911 call has gone viral. Hot-105 radio personality Chico the Virgo reported this morning from outside of the Las Olas Boulevard home of a woman that called 911 in the early morning hours after taking her Brussels griffon, Bijou, for a stroll in the back yard, where she discovered that her 8.2 million dollar yacht, normally moored between her sail boat and her pleasure cruiser, was missing. The call was first believed to be a prank call because it had originally come in from a cell phone with an International number, but once the woman took Bijou, her prized Brussels back into her modest home, she called 911 from a telephone inside her residence, which prompted an almost immediate response. When police and private security arrived they found the lady to be quite sane and sober. In her back yard they found a sail boat, a fishing boat and in between the two a very large, empty space. When asked if she knew of anything else that might be missing she said, “In deed I do; it’s staffed by a six man crew of retired Chip & Dale dancers who live onboard”.

Saturday - December 7th 2013   12:03 PM.

Six experienced divers, taking pictures of the development of a new reef system, being formed of the South Florida coast line are missing this afternoon about five miles off of the Hollywood Florida coast line. While taking pictures to check for development of any new growth to the retired navy destroyer, used as target practice in war games a couple of years back, All six of the divers are said to have simply vanished. A gentleman known only to us by the name of Darryl, from the Ft. Lauderdale fishing boat, The sea Dragon, said their fishing vessel came upon the dive boat about nine miles southeast of Ft. Lauderdale as they left to go out on their first run and thought little of the empty vessel, since several dive flags were in the water. It wasn’t until they were returning from just under three hours of no fish and found the boat still anchored in the exact same position did they take notice, prompting the ship’s captain to contact the coast guard to report a possible issue. The crew of the Dragon fishing boat then anchored about a hundred yards out and waited on the Coast Guard to arrive. While at anchor, the ship’s Captain gave the go ahead to let their patrons’ fish, since that was after all, what they had paid to do. “I never seen anything like it”, said the captain, “from that second the first baited hook hit the water, they were reeling in everything from Red Snapper and Spanish Mackerel to blue fish and striped bass, every one of our wells are filled to the hilt with everything from baby octopus to sixty pound grouper.    For the first time in my memory, hell in my life even, we actually had to quit because we had nowhere else to put fish; and I’m pretty sure we’ve exceeded the dragon’s weight capacity”.” In fact the only thing I haven’t seen  them pull out of here this morning was Jellyfish, sea otter and those missing divers”, he said as he took off his hat, placing it over his heart as he turned in the direction of the empty dive vessel. The bad thing is that there are still six experienced dive photographers whose whereabouts are as of yet still unknown, although no one has officially used the term lost at sea. On a good note, The Dragon’s fishing boat tours are now booked for the remainder of the month of December. At broadcast time the coast guard had still been unsuccessful at finding out the names of the missing divers, or at contacting any of their next of kin. Not until Coast Guard divers had gone down for the fifth time was the order finally given for Sea-Tow to secure the vessel and pull it to Broward Sheriff’s Office Marine Lab.    As the four man crew made its way toward the coast line with the ill faded dive vessel, the Sea Dragon made its way north west toward the Ft. Lauderdale water front. An hour later after multiple attempts to contact the Sea Dragon by radio, other fishing boats were contacted to see if anyone had a visual on the large fishing boat, but it seemed that no one had seen or heard from the vessel since The Sea-Tow and the Coast Guard had left with the deserted dive vessel. The ten man crew and its eight male passengers had seemingly vanished off of the face of the earth, within full view of South Florida beaches and coast line. 

A second call to the coast guard in a matter of hours didn’t quite give them information that could help, but it told them more than they wanted to know. Word from the Coast Guard Station at Port Everglades, Ft. Lauderdale, said the Coast Guard Cutter Lawrence that had been called out to assist in the search for the six missing divers, had never returned to its base, less than six nautical miles from where the missing boat had been sighted. When the Sherriff’s Department was informed of this, they too realized that the sixteen foot Dusky Marine 1, with its crew of 2 men and The Sea Tow with its crew of four, and the dive boat were now all missing.

Now with a Coast Guard Cutter and its crew of twenty four men missing, along with eighteen men from the Dragon fishing boat, the four man crew of the Sea Tow vessel and the two Marine Life officers on the Dusky, forty eight men were now missing, whereas only a few hours earlier there had been only six.  Had anyone thought to add up the disappearances around south Florida alone on this tropical winter afternoon, their discovery might have been startling. The total count of men missing in south Florida alone had risen to forty-eight, the total across the state, four hundred twenty, across the nation, thirty-six hundred eighteen, and around the world, just over two point four million men had vanished in a day.   It was just before 9 AM when an officer came to the cell to retrieve Richard for his appearance before the Magistrate.

Rich was introduced to a young man that looked fresh out of High School, wearing a very expensive suit and carrying a file and a brief case and told that he was appointed by the court to be his public defender. Richard and the young attorney shook hands briefly before the young man asked his one question. “How many drinks did you have at The Rust Anchor last night Mr. Ruskin”? Richard thought only briefly before answering, “Only one, we had just arrived, saw some people leaving from a table and made a B-line for it.  We then ordered our drinks from a waitress, all I’d had was one beer, and I remember telling the guys, “If I’m going to drink beer I’m going to have to unload some of this still warm coffee”. Richard grinned skittishly as the young public defender frantically shuffled through papers in his file and retrieved one of the few hand written notes from the piles of paperwork. He held it so close to his face that Rich thought that he may be trying to look through the document instead of at it. “In saying we Mr. Ruskin you’re referring to?” He looked at Rich, totally anticipating Rich completing his sentence. “The guys, that I work with” Rich said with an heir of aggravation; Adam, Carl, Skip, Gio, Theo and Sye”.  “Would that be Adam Gray, Carl McNeal, Danny Skip turner, Giovanni Pirelli, Theodore Grimsby and Sidney Greenburg”, the young attorney asked Rich as if he were reading the paper in front of him through a third eye on his forehead. Richard laughed, in spite of his situation, a laugh that was all but frozen in the moment when the attorney spoke again. “And where are the guys now”, the young attorney asked, with a chiseled chin that made him seem more a cartoon character than an attorney.

“Well it is Saturday; our routes run a little different on the weekends, so I couldn’t tell you where each of them would be in the city right now, but we kept in contact by cell phones, supplied by our company, for several reasons, safety being only one of them”. After seeming to stare at Richard the same way he had seemed to stare through the piece of paper with the hand written notes all over it, the young man then looked directly into Richard’s eyes and asked, “Do you have any idea why neither one of those guys have been seen or heard of since”. “I mean six guys with stellar performance records, seven when I include you, but you’re here Richard, your six co-workers, well it’s like they just vanished off the face of the earth”.  Richard, having learned this for the first time, suddenly felt faint, thinking back on the last time he’d seen Adam, speeding past him in his prized 57 Chevy, his grin sealed in a florescent glow, supposedly from the car’s radio. “The thing working in your favor is the fact that there was never a breathalyzer or any other test ever taken to prove that you were driving impaired”. “Two, the fact that you were not driving, even though you were a legal licensed driver, behind the wheel of an automobile, said vehicle was parked when the officer came upon you, those charges will undoubtedly be dropped today”. Richard smiled graciously as soon as he had heard this, a smile that was again instantaneously destroyed by the young attorney’s next words.  “Now, for the matter of the federal Investigation” the attorney said.

“Federal investigation, what federal investigation” Richard almost yelled in the small holding area. “What the hell is going on” Rich said with a look of total disbelief. “That is exactly what everyone else wants to know Mr. Ruskin, I’ve been appointed by the county to represent you, but other than getting your charges for public intoxication and DUI dismissed there’s really very little else I can do”.

                                                                                                  By J L Allen 

                             ( To Be Continued ) 

                                             “SPLATTER”

                                          Part I  Insomnia

Lying in my bed starring at the alarm clock I realize that I'd now been staring at it for almost two hours I had to be up by six and had se the digital alarm on the night stand, whose angry looking red digital screen now glowed 11:30. I threw the covers off, allowing the cool night air to gently caress my skin; a gentle breeze quietly caressed my nipples, causing them to harden almost instantaneously. I knew one for sure way of tiring myself out and I raised my hand up first to gently tweak my hardened nipple, then I allowed it to slowly slide down my breast and along my belly, allowing a finger to encircle my navel briefly before all but imbedding my fingers between my now pulsating pussy lips and allowing my thumb to caress my clit. After only a few seconds of frantically caressing my clit while finger fucking myself frantically with two now soaked digits, I sank into what I felt was a deep sleep, but in my slumber I could now feel fingers caressing my flesh, breath on my inner thigh and a slight pressure on my mattress. Not wanting to wake up from this dream and not wanting to believe that it was anything other than a dream, I spread my thighs invitingly and almost instantly felt a tongue slide from my lower pussy lips all the way up to my clit, causing me to gasp before what felt like two large hands totally lifted my ass off of the bed and that tongue reamed my ass teasingly before licking its way back up to my now wide spread, pink pussy lips. This tongue seemed to delve into the deepest confines of my warm wet pussy, stroking places that my favorite toy had never been able to reach. My body shuttered spasmodically as I began to thrust my hips toward the unseen face that would have to have housed that tongue yet felt nothing. Suddenly, almost as quickly as the tongue had slid deep into me, it now began to change in form, pulsing, as it began to swell, wider and wider until it had become totally tubular, as if it had all of a sudden transformed itself into what it knew I so badly craved. The Tongue turned ram rod now began a slow, although rhythmic surge, to the very depths of my pussy and then backing out leaving just the tip in me.

I would have begged in my sleep had it not all of a sudden dropped full girth back into me and I could swear it had grown even thicker now, filling me almost to the point of discomfort. Leaving nothing to chance I thrust forward, abating my fears of this dream dick becoming a night mare, and as I did the thrust became faster and even more rhythmic, until I felt for sure that I was being worked over by a dick on a hammer drill. Getting in four strokes to my one, the dick of my desires soon had me at that point where it didn't even matter if the dick was real or not, it was here and it was fucking me into a state of sheer bliss right this moment. "I'm cuming" I screamed out in my sleep as I felt my juices building to a low rumble; But at exactly that moment The Monstrosity of a cock slid completely out of me, the friction alone causing my climactic dam to break before the hardened head began to gently batter my clitoris until for the first time, I released what I'd heard about yet never seen, a gusher of cum streamed across my bed splattering the foot board. I passed out instantly, not stirring again until the morning, where I woke to find myself lying naked on my back, atop my sheets, with my bed spread in a crumpled mess at my feet. I felt unusually refreshed, yet rightfully rejuvenated as I lay there trying in vain to remember the dream I'd had the night before but couldn't. Looking at my alarm clock I realized that I'd actually woken up half an hour earlier than I had set my clock to go off. "Good, I'll have some extra time to pick out my outfit this morning". It was then that I got up and walked around the bed, my toes luxuriating in the plush carpet until I reached the foot of the bed and felt something wet between my toes.

I quickly stepped back to see what looked like a dime sized puddle of a creamy substance just below the footboard of my bed. I looked up, almost expecting to see a spot in the ceiling but there was nothing there. I then looked at the inner side of my foot board to find that the gooey liquid had originated from a spatter on that very footboard; my mind raced, was I dreaming? Yes I slept with my windows open, but my apartment was a fourteenth floor corner unit.

I examined the spot until the phone started to ring and just as quickly forgot all about it when an automated message from the school informed me that I was supposed to be speaking at that day said that do to conditions beyond their control the meeting would have to be postponed until further notice. This was no doubt fine by me because I would still get paid for the visit regardless since the call came in less than 24 hrs. before I was set to appear. I hung the phone up and walked back into my bedroom, where my eyes once again and immediately locked onto that dry spot on the foot board and the wet spot on the carpet. Although I had already stepped in the dime sized puddle of whatever the sticky liquid was, I was now afraid to touch it for fear that it might be some kind of a contaminant; after all, where could it have come from? "Come From" Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks, and I snatched the top sheet completely off of my queen sized bed and held it up to my large fourteenth floor corner windows and sure enough; I screamed with joy and excitement. I couldn't remember my dream, but bits and pieces of it and knowing my own body and that I had forced myself to orgasm before going to sleep, I'd apparently passed out without knowing just how hard I'd cum. Giving this very little thought I first slung the sheet across the bed before slinging myself across the sheet, butt naked, spread eagle and ready to give it that good old college try to recreate whatever the hell I'd apparently missed last night. Arching my heels toward each corner of the foot board I prepared for the history making feat. Caressing my pussy lips gently at first I immediately noticed a swelling that usually only accompanied a good nights fucking and I instantly began to wonder just how brutal I had been on myself in my sleep. I never shave and often trim Madam, that's what I call her because she often demands far more respect than I do, keeping the hairs their closely trimmed unless I knew for sure that I was going to give up the pussy; then I'd shave (if given notice) two days before and then again two hours before to make sure that I'm totally bare down there. The spars hair around the lips seemed somewhat moist leaving me to wonder even harder still. Closing my eyes I caressed and folded both sets of lips between my thumb and forefinger, while nudging my clitoris into action with the ball of my palms.

My Nudging progressively became more of an aggressive push and my moans of pleasure soon filled the room. I could fill a climax building but already knew it would do no more than leave a wide puddle under my ass cheeks. I stopped only long enough to retrieve my beaded rabbit from the top drawer and then quickly proceeded to once again pummel my pussy. With my rabbit riveting deep within the confines of this hot pussy of mine I leaned the little doohickey into my clit and almost instantly saw flashes of light as my pussy exploded with what felt like the magnitude of an atomic bomb; Big Puddle, but still no squirt. I dug feverishly into my pussy now with the rabbit, using my entire palm to push the little doohickey directly onto my clitoris, now proceeding only in making it sore and making myself and my now swollen pussy lips even more irritated. I rose up from the bed to check the size of the spot and I was actually disappointed to be right. There was a puddle there the size of my entire ass but nothing that even flew as far as mid-thigh none the less the knees. Well, seems I've got the whole day off, guess I'll just have to keep at it till I find what works

Splatter Part III

I must have dozed off at some point because I woke to the sound of an irritating buzzing in my head, which I soon came to realize was my door bell, something I had never heard before. I threw on my large fleece pull-over and scampered to the front door, being sure to peep through the peep hole before even touching knob or lock. What I saw on the other side of the door had made my heart flutter momentarily. On the other side of the door stood a bronzed Adonis, dressed in brown a brown cap and brown shirt and I knew instantly it was a delivery guy. Forgetting momentarily that I'd been clad only in my thick comfy robe, I opened the door and smiled fully at the Delivery guy, fully dressed in brown from head to toe, I smiled sweetly as he read my last name off of the package headed with a Mrs. "That's Ms thank you" I said almost too sarcastically, causing him to gulp quickly, which caused his Adams apple to rise and drop quickly, which in turn had cause my nipples to rise and my jaw to drop.

"I didn't order anything" I said with a confused smile and he in turn replied, I'm sure it’s a gift, "I'd bet you have many admirers". Not being able to hide my blush I responded, "And seemingly at least one new one". Once I had finally torn my eyes away from his, to once again scan his toned frame and muscular legs beneath those cute brown shorts I asked as realistically as I could muster without breaking into a grin, "What if it's a bomb or some other contraption that might render me helpless or cause me harm"? "I can stay here until you open it if you'd like, that way if it's a bomb then we'll both blow up together". What a waste that would be I said as I once again gave him the once over as he handed me the box. "Can you please open it for me", I asked coyly but he informed me that he could lose his job for opening my package as it was strictly against company protocol. "Then please come in, if we do blow up I'd hate to mess up out here in the hall way, it'll be hard enough to sale this unit if we blow up in it".

As soon as I opened the box my face flushed and I realized two things instantly; the first being that I had ordered the package one late, lonely, horny night, not so long ago and the second being that I should have just signed his damned clip board and sent him on his way. Now I found myself standing in my entry foyer with a bronzed guy, a brown box and a big vibrantly colored vibrator with swivel action, G-Spot & Clitoral Stimulator, (batteries included) and a smile. Never being one to panic I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "What can Brown do for me"? My robe fall open as if on cue and he reached back, locking the door. Without bothering to conceal my now frontal nudity I walked over to my sofa, sat and began to fumble with the package. Mr. Brown followed like a cute brown retriever, so like a loving pet owner I ordered him to sit. He squatted at my feet and I laughed at his antics. "Good Boy, now roll over". He fell onto his back on the carpeted floor and played dead. I laughed in spite of the fact that my pussy had already started to leak before the hair on his inner thigh had even become visible beneath the now raised shorts. My passions now in full flow I ripped the batteries from the now empty package and slammed them into the bottom of my new toy before saying, "Heal", to which he quickly responded by rolling onto his belly and immediately taking my freshly pedicured toes into his mouth, allowing his tongue to swirl between each toe and sucking so hard that I thought for sure that he'd suck the polish right off. "I said Heal not toe you silly mutt, I guess you'll do with some training though.

"THE SPLATTER"

Part 4 (Continued)

Enjoying the strange sensation of this strangers saliva way too much I quickly but cautiously slid my toes from his mouth and demanded that he behave. He sat up and whimpered sweetly and as I reached out one hand to pat the top of his head he licked my wrist and a shot like a bolt of lightning from my forearm straight to my now throbbing clitoris. She quickly scampered to her feet and demanded that he strip and follow her as I walked into my bedroom. where I sat back against the leather head board and demanded him to his knees again, but this time on the bed, "Not between my thighs, between my knees" I'd all but demanded.

"Now let’s see what you're working with" I told him inquiringly and before I could have uttered another word he grasped both of my ankles, leaned forward and pinned my toes to the head board and his lips to my clit. I could feel my juices bubbling now and thought for sure that at any second I would fill it spill onto my tightly puckered ass and between my butt cheeks, but his skilled tongue blazed a trail from just below my rectum all the way up to my clitoris, claiming every droplet of both cunnilingul cream and sexual sweat with that truly titillating tongue of his. As he lapped feverishly at my quickly ponding pussy I looked into his eyes and asked, "Is that all you've got, and they told me that you guys delivered on time and better than my local post office". That being said he in one quick motion his feet were now planted where his knees had been only a split second before and between his thighs hung a veined shaft of man flesh that had it not had its one eye firmly aimed at her might have very well banged against his knee caps. “I told you not to move from that spot" I told him, and he made me quickly realize that he hadn't. he'd only placed his feet where his knees had been and now after leveling my calves over his shoulders, he placed both is hands on the top of my headboard and dropped the almost foot long appendage into my waiting pussy, first allowing just the head inside of my now sweltering pussy and then slowly allowing inch after inch to penetrate my palpitating pussy deeper with each and every thrust until the mammoth man meat was drilling my pussy like a Texas oil rig. As he stood above me, knees bent, hands gripping headboard ass cheeks clinching tighter with every thrust, I reached down between our two bodies and wrapped my warm fingers around his scrotum, digging in slightly with my nails until his back arched, both of our bodies convulsed and he exploded into my pussy as I exploded all over his dick and in his also brown pubic hair. He thrust a few more times before I felt him attempt to pull out, but his attempt was instantly halted by my nails once again digging into his balls and motioning them up. Because I had demanded him not to move from that spot he only arched his back forward to bring the large, pussy cream and cum soaked cock within reach of my waiting lips, where I both engulfed it and milked it complete before he started to protest that he couldn't cum again, but one well-placed nail quickly delivered into just the right area of his rectum caused him to fill my mouth with another load of the hot, sweet sticky liquid that he hadn't already poured inside me. The Delivery man let out a scream that could have easily been mistaken as someone being brutally murdered before he collapsed first to his knees and then on the bed beside her where he quickly curled into the fetal position, his breathing erratic. I reached to caress his back but he wiggled away quickly, slid off of the bed, grabbing his clothing as he made his way again toward the front entry foyer, sliding on his shirt, slipping into his shorts and retrieving his boots just inside the front door. "Are you just going to leave without even telling me your name" I asked him as I walked into the living room, now draping myself in my cotton throw over. "Richard" he said as he grabbed his clip board, tipped his hat and backed out the front door. I stopped his rapid exit by raising one finger, walked over to him and kissed him squarely on the lips and said, "Thanks Dick".

Part 5

I’m still not sure rather it was the fact that I had seduced a package handler or the parade of good looking men going into the Church on the corner that had lead me to attend Service on Sunday morning, but the fact that I hadn’t stepped foot into a church in years lead me into the first set of doors but not the second. To my left and right were a set of stairs that lead to the upper pews of the church, which offered you a great view of the pulpit and the speaker without you actually having to deal with the people and the Ushers and the passing of the pans when collection time came around. Just as I had figured, I had the upstairs entirely to myself. I sat second row back from the balcony so that I could see only the pulpit and settled into the soft red velvety pews just in time for the choir to stand and began a volley of hymnals, the opening of Prayer Service I presumed. The music soothed me and I soon found myself lulled into an almost meditation like state as I sat reminiscing of the events the afternoon before and grew instantly moist between my thighs. Before I had even realized it, my fingers found their way beneath my top and my pantyhose and were now gently caressing my clit.  It was all soon running through my mind as clearly as if it were happening again at that exact moment, only this time I was more submissive, and he seemed to realize it instantly and took full control of the situation. From the moment I had unknowingly let him into my residence, it was like he had become a different man, snarling and groping at my innocents as he stripped me naked and ordered me to my knees in front of him where demanded that I, “Unleash the beast” as he put it.  Innocent as I was I did as ordered, unzipping his brown khaki shorts releasing a half hardened behemoth. “Suck he demanded and I fearfully did as I was told, for fear there may be repercussions. I took the head into my mouth slowly at first, rolling my tongue around the bulbous head and licking the little opening. Reaching one hand behind me he wrapped his fingers into my hair and forced my head down onto his dick so far I was sure I was feeling its mushroom like top in my chest cavity. With just a couple of thrust he and I both exploded, him with a hot spatter that coated my throat and me in a pantyhose and pew soaking orgasm so intense that I had actually screamed as I creamed in orgasmic bliss, a screamed that now echoed through a church almost completely quiet, except for a young Deacon who had been kneeling and praying at a table in front of the pulpit that said, Do This In Remembrance Of Me. The young Deacon halted his prayers briefly and like most of the congregation, allowed his eyes to follow the sound. Realizing what I had just done and not being sure what I should do now I simply shouted, “Hallelujah” and the young deacon began to pray once again. I took this opportunity to leave as stealthily as I had come in.

Part 6

                                         Destiny Awaits

No sooner had I arrived home and walked in the door had I noticed six new messages from six missed calls on my home phone. Each message was only white noise and no voices or other audible sounds could I distinguish, but there was also no call back information and no phone number, not even an area code registered on my Caller ID. I wondered for a brief moment who it might have been before my cell phone informed me that I had a text message, from a girl that I knew through work but only associated with because she hung with friends of the same girls that I call friends. I texted her back and she informed me that she had an emergency and asked if I could meet her out front of my place, I asked her when and she said that she could be there in two minutes, hell it would take me damned near that long just to get to the elevator. I told her I’d meet her downstairs in five and hung up. I grabbed my keys and walked out of my apartment and down the short hall to the elevator. Within a matter of minutes I was exiting the elevator into the lobby of my building, where I saw Destiny already awaiting me. Her shoulder length blond hair that usually hung just below her shoulders was now tied up in a tight bun at the back of her head. “What’s going on” I had to ask her sincerely because she and I weren’t friends like that for her to be coming over to my place.

Destiny looked then around nervously before touching my elbow lightly and asking, “Is there somewhere we can talk”? “Is there something we need to talk about, you couldn’t text me from home”, I asked her seriously, trying not to raise my voice for fear of giving Alfred the doorman something to talk about on his lunch break. “Because I can’t go home” she said, as her face began to contort into what looked like pain and humiliation”. Looking closer at her neck now I see what appeared to be four small dark circles on one side of her neck and one dark circle on the other. At this point I looked around as well and pulled her back into the opening elevator with me. As the elevator door closed and I pressed the number fourteen, I can feel her gaze upon me and I turn to see her piercing green eyes staring directly into mine. “Did he hit you”, I asked her, pretending not to notice the prominent purple paw marks on her neck. “No, but he swung at me first, the fact that he missed doesn’t make the shit justifiable”. I agreed with her but didn’t get to tell her that I did before the elevator opened at my floor. Destiny stepped out of the elevator, looking both left and right, but being that she’d never been to my apartment, had no idea whether we were going to the left or to the right, so she waited until I turned right and then she followed in close proximity the few feet to the only door to my corner unit. I could have sworn that I had closed it when I’d run downstairs but I guess in my haste I hadn’t. Either way I’d not left the lobby. No one else had gone either in or out of the lobby or the elevator since I had. I pushed the half hinged door open and found nothing out of the ordinary, “High rent districts have their privileges” I said, “So what happened tonight” I asked her and she quickly replied, “He asked me if I would like to have a threesome with him and another girl and I told him that I had never thought about it and that I had never eaten pussy before and he said let’s do it and I said ok and then he attacked me saying see I knew you went both ways”. She burst into body racking sobs; I immediately and inadvertently reached over to comfort her, having no idea the chain of events this would set into motion.

 Part 7                                                    

Almost immediately Destiny pressed her face into my neck, causing a warm tear to trickle down my neck, blazing a trail along the lineage of my cleavage. I would have protested had the feeling not caused both my nipples and my clitoris to harden simultaneously. I could now feel her warm moist lips sliding their way up the side of my neck, leaving a trail of wetness along my neck and causing a moist mess between my already trembling thighs. All I could think of now as the two of us sat close on my living room sofa, was that I had never kissed a girl and she was getting closer by the second to my lips and what was I going to do when she did finally reach my… my thoughts were trampled upon as a bubblegum fragrance flooded my nostrils just as the taste of very berry coated my breath, lips and tongue. I wanted to protest, wanted to be anywhere else, wanted to grab her ass and kiss her back, so I did.  She responded by spreading her thighs wide, exposing a net G- string that in no way hid her totally bald pussy, with its moist pouting lips.  Even though I had never touched another woman’s pussy, my hands anxiously slid under the short skirt that she wore, that was now up around her midsection, leaving her bare assed on my new suede sofa. My fingers were met by a warm wetness, that instantly turned into a hot river of pussy cream as soon as first my two fingers and then three slid into her wanting pussy, causing her to thrust her hips forward and up to meet my exploring digits. She bit my bottom lip as my pointing finger curled upwards and made contact with her G-Spot at the same time, that my thumb exerted pressure to her clit, causing her to shoot pussy juice halfway up my arm; she was turned on but I was pissed.

Being more concerned with getting pussy juice stains on my suede sofa, than anything else, I quickly looked around to see what I could use to sop up the mess, using the only thing that I could find, her top. Grabbing her by both her ankles, I literally yanked her onto her ass on the floor, replacing her asses spot on the sofa with my own. Destiny’s ass bounced once and she sat looking confused on the floor, her eyes filled with bewilderment, searching my own to find out what she had done to upset me; but before she could raise herself from her sitting position, I used one foot to pin her to the floor and stuck the other one between her legs, which instantly brought a gasp from her sealed lips. I allowed the toes of my one foot to maintain her position on the floor while the toes of my other foot wiggled there way between her hot, moistened folds of flesh. Once she had had apparently realized that I had intended for her to stay down there she stayed put, spreading her thighs, I raised my right foot and gently caressed her sweat darkened hair with it , while raising my cum cream coated left toes to her lips. Her eyes once again rose to search my own for some possible resemblance of caring or pity, but there was none, as I first pressed my pussy soaked toes to her lips, forcing them open and then jamming all but my pinky toe between her now grotesquely spread facial lips. Destiny tried hard to please me, by both accommodating my toes lodged deep in her mouth, while sucking feverishly at her own pussy juices between my toes. I pushed my foot angrily into her now wide stretched face, and marveled as she gagged and gurgled, as I fucked her mouth with my foot until she squeezed her eyes tight and from somewhere deep inside came a squeal that signaled yet another gusher of pussy juice, one that somehow still managed to splatter the front of my new suede sofa with a large smattering of her hot sticky liquid. She screamed again around my foot as she voided her pussy on my carpet and up and down the front of my sofa and I screamed at the idea of having to look at yet another spot where someone else other than me once again has managed to spatter at my expense.   

                          Part 8 -   Love Hurts   

“I can’t believe this shit, you just squirted all over my carpet and my suede sofa, that shits gonna leave a mark”.  I jumped up and scurried across my living room to the pantry door facing the sofa, as soon as I’d opened it I knew I’d made a big mistake. Standing behind the bi-fold doors was a man dressed all in black, wearing a black ski mask and in his hand he held not a weapon, but a video camera. “What the hell are you doing” I shouted angrily as the hooded man stepped toward me, without saying a word, still aiming the camera at me as he steps out of my pantry and towards me. I instinctively backed away from him and just like the dumb blond in the movie I tripped over my own damned feet, or it might have been the carpet edging, but either way I ended up falling backwards onto my living room floor, my head barely missing my glass center table. Pain shot through my ass, causing me to grimace, momentarily closing my eyes against the pain. When I opened my eyes I found him standing over me with the small video camera and my first thought was to kick him in his balls and hope like hell he had some, hell he must have, he had the nerve to come into her fourteenth floor apartment unit in what she thought until now was a highly secure building in the high rent district. A momentary hesitation gave him just the time he needed to side step my right foot as it catapulted forward, but ended up catching his waist and his big leather belt instead of his nuts, much to my dismay, even more to my dismay he ended up catching my leg as well, he now held my leg by the ankle, with my foot suspended in the air, with the hand that was not holding the camera. I was helpless and Destiny was still sitting like a statuette on the floor in front of me. “What do you want” I yelled at him, “I don’t have any money or drugs”. “Shut up” he spat back from behind the mask. “The less you say the less chance anyone is gonna get hurt, do exactly as I say & who knows, maybe after this is all over, we can all still be friends.                      

                                 Part 9   “Show & Tell” 

“Now if you ladies will allow us to introduce ourselves”, the hooded man nodded at the camera in his other hand, “This is my friend Tom, You ladies can call me Dick, and that, my sexy new friend” he said with a grin as he lowered the camera between my still clothed thighs, “And that we’re just going to call harry”, he said, now unable to refrain from laughing at his own play on words. “now what I’d like for you to do Harry, is to crawl your sweet little ass on around to this side of the table and take this excess clothing off of this one right here so that we can all get just a little bit more comfortable, if ya know what I mean”.  Destiny remained glued to her spot in the front of the sofa until the man yelled, “Move your ass”, at which point she scurried around the table, the long way, looked again sorrowfully into my eyes, and then proceeded to undress me as he’d ordered. He slowly lowered my leg, allowing her to completely relieve me of my pantyhose and after she had rolled them down over my toes she reached to place them atop my glass center table, but stopped her in her tracks when his booming voice yelled, “No, you put those on now, let’s just all see how sexy you look in them”. She hesitated momentarily and he backhanded her so hard that she rolled across the floor and balled up in a fetal position. “Stop, Please” I said to him pleadingly, “I’ll give you whatever it is you want, just please don’t hurt her”. “You damned right you’re gonna give me what the hell it is I want, you’re damned skippy about that, only thing is that you’re absolutely wrong about, is that it’s gonna hurt”. Destiny lay curled up and crying on the carpet, her hair now in a mess around her face. “If I have to ask you to put those stockings on again the coroner is gonna take em off of you missy, now get moving”. Destiny’s body slowly uncurled from her position on the floor and rose to her knees and elbows before retrieving my dampened pantyhose. “Now, I’d like to keep the difficulty level as low as possible if you all don’t mind, so I’d like your complete attention and cooperation as we play a little game of show and tell”.

After she’d slipped into my pantyhose he told her to come over to me, which she did, then he asked me if I liked the way my stockings looked on her, I would have said just about anything to have him be done so I shook my head yes. “Then I think you should let her know how much you appreciate how good she looks them then, what do ya think” he said with a sickening drawl that almost turned my stomach. I leaned in toward Destiny and gently caressed her knee. “Aw come on ladies, that ain’t how ya’ll was doing it when ya thought wasn’t no one here but the two of ya; now once again its called show and tell, now I don’t told you what I want done, now show me you can follow directions”. I kissed her knee again, this time leaving my mouth there and allowing it to move slowly across and up her thigh. He continued to hover close, his camera sometimes only mere inches from my face. I want to see some action here ladies, you know, Lights, cameras, fucking movement”? He smacked me hard across first one ass cheek then the other. I winced and crawled in closer, my lips now so close to the shaved pussy that I had not so long ago been fucking with my toes. Now that I was down here getting my first whiff of her, in a situation where I probably should have been mortified, the same two things kept running across my mind; one, I could definitely have enjoyed this under far less strenuous circumstances and two how am I ever going to get my sofa cleaned. All of a sudden I felt fingers intertwining in my hair and I couldn’t for the life oy were a man’s or a woman’s, but either way my head was being pushed into her sweet smelling pleasure center and it had no desire not to go. I ran my tongue first along one of her inner thighs and then the other as I began to wonder if the fragrant whiffs of pussy perfume might have been my own coming from the seat of my still wet hosiery that she was now languishing in as I licked almost lovingly at her inner thigh. Hands force my face firmly into the mesh of the pantyhose just as she explodes for what I thought must have been third time today, this time all over my face. I hated him at this moment but I was loving her.  

Part 10

I literally drank her in now as she continued to cum wave after wave of the sweet, hot, sticky liquid that now bubbled up through the padded center of the pantyhose. I realized that the padding had already been soaked in my own juices before she’d even put them on. Now, as her own flavor mixed with mine and seeped through to my lips, I found myself hungry for both it and her. At that exact moment he smacked my ass so hard on one side that I swear to you it stung on both sides. After he’d smacked my ass, he left his hand there, to cover the sting, but not to comfort me, he left it there so that he could shove my face deeper into the crotch of my pantie hose, which she was now wearing and that were now soaked in both of our pussy juices. Had her thighs been a little bigger I may have drowned to death. With her back against my sofa and me facedown between her thighs, he continued to push my sore ass while leaning in close with that damned video camera he was holding. It was at that exact moment that I’d rolled my entire body with as much energy as I could muster from my still position, barrel rolling right over his ankle and bringing him crashing down onto my glass center table, his head connecting sharply with the table’s metal edge. He didn’t move a muscle, but I wasn’t waiting to see how long it would be before he would. I jumped up and ran for my bedroom where I kept a metal bat under the edge of my bed just in case. Never once thinking I would ever be involved in a situation such as this one. While still in midair as I launched myself across my queen sized bead, I clearly heard Destiny scream, “Johnny, are you ok”. I hit the ground flat out and came up with my big sturdy aluminum bat cocked and ready. “You know this sick son of a bitch”, I was screaming as I literally soared out of my bedroom, the bat ready to make a love connection. She was leaning over the bastard, cradling his head in her hands when I leveled the bat across the back of her shoulders, causing a sound that reminded me of T-ball back in school as a kid. She fell limply across his upper body and I raised the bat once more, this time bringing it down just below the base of his spine. Both of them now down for the count, I retreated momentarily back into my bedroom, but I very quickly returned dragging a large black footlocker behind me. “You two motherfuckers want to play games huh, well ok bitches’ let’s play”. I made sure the front door was securely locked.

I dragged the chest across the carpet between my living room and my dining room I quickly popped the metal clasp on either end and then, using a small gold key attached to a thin gold chain around my right ankle I unlocked my treasure chest. I took the wooden pole that had been laying across the top of my amassing of goodies, stood it vertical to serve as a temporary prop for the lid and took my time removing the lotions and lubricants from the top before getting down to the goodies. I grabbed a roll of duct tape and bound first his wrist behind his back after pushing her limp form off of his. I then bound his ankles as well with more duct tape before grabbing her by both ankles and pulling her into the center of the room, where I left her face down and double bound her legs together, using more duct tape and a length of black cord I happened to have handy.  After removing a couple more carefully chosen items from my chest I stood slowly with a smile that surly would have scared hell out of any one present, had anyone been conscious at that moment. I took the post out of the chest and closed the lid softly. I walked over to his still lifeless form and kicked him sharply in the ribs while holding the post and the rest of the roll of tape in one hand and the metal baseball bat in the other. After getting no response what so ever from him I rolled him onto his stomach with is arms out to his side.  I then planted one knee and most of my weight on the back of his neck while setting the post across his shoulders, then securing his wrist to both ends of it with more duct tape. “That sacrificial look fits you well” I said, as I returned the favor and smacked him hard on the ass with the bat. A slight groan let me know that he wasn’t dead. I leaned in close behind him, my lips mere inches from his earlobe and whispered into his ear, “I sure hope you’re as good at receiving the shit as you were at pitching it out there buddy”. I rose up once again, stepped over him and walked over to a clutter of trinkets that I’d left piled on the floor near my trusty chest of toys and treasures. I now retrieved a pair of red boots with chains and straps connected and walked over to where she still lay motionless. “I sure hope these are a comfortable fit, I’d sure hate for there to be an accident and you ended up getting fucked up by accident, because I so want everything that happens to you too to be not only intentional, but calculated as hell, as well like you wouldn’t believe”. 

After removing the ties that had bound her, I first slid my pantie hose off of her, adding, “Oh yeah, I’ll take these back now too, probably the first and definitely the last time a pair of thirty dollar hose are going to be gracing your slimy ass.  I slipped the red boots quickly onto her, zipping them all the way up her calves and then connecting the chains and straps. By the time I’d completed all of the aforementioned, I grabbed her by the straps now connecting the boots at the ankles, drug her into the master bedroom, then into the closet where I left her lying alone and motionless on the floor while I returned to retrieve her so called partner in crime. I walked back into my living room, grabbed him by his ankles and drag him over to the bedroom door, where and when I realize that as a sacrificial lad he might not fit, but as a woman scorned I truly didn’t give a fuck at this point. I pulled until his head and one arm were jammed against one side of the door and his face against the other. I stepped on him to get across into the other room, being careful to step directly onto his nuts and into his muscle less beer belly. Once I’d crossed back into the other room I reached behind him, grabbing the post that I had so unceremoniously strapped him too and lifted it just enough for it to now clear the door frame and then dropped it again. The shift caused his head to bang hard against the door frame, to which I replied, “I bet you that’s gonna leave a mark”. I reached down and grasped his heels again and drug him to the closet entrance. “ I told my dear daddy when he was still alive that I needed more closet space and he promised me I’d have it someday” I said as I left him and once again returned to where she lay now moaning softly in the closet. I reached down and grabbed a hook that was connected to the strap that now attached the boots that she wore and with one swift yank hung her by her heels on the hanger rack. “Daddy never once lied to me” I said as I pushed the back wall, which quietly slid back revealing a dimly lit but good sized freight elevator. “Going Down” I laughed wickedly.

Part 11

After sliding her to the end of the clothing rack I connected a chain to the clamp before releasing it. With the touch of a button she was pulled by a wench and pulley in the top of the freight elevator, out of my closet and into the padded metal box where she now hung like a side of pork. That now being done, I then transferred him into the elevator as well using the same technique, before finally stepping back into my actual closet pulling the door closed behind me.  I slipped into a pair of faded jeans, a tee-shirt and some old Keds that I kept on a shelf in the top of my closet and returned to the living room to clean up the glass and mess from my now very broken center table. I retrieved first the trash can from the kitchen, into which I tossed the larger pieces of glass. I then swept what I could into the dustpan with the broom before exchanging the duo for my handy stick vacuum.  As I started the vacuum a wave of dizziness swept over me, causing me to halt temporarily. “Shit, how bad is this day going to get”, I asked myself as I tried to carefully finish vacuuming up the shards and tiny fragments of glass out of my carpet. It wasn’t until I had finished vacuuming and placed the now useless metal frame in the coat closet near my front door and everything was back to some resemblance of normalcy, did I return to the bedroom, walked into the closet, pushed the back wall open as if it were the most normal thing in the world to do, and steppped into the elevator. “As I was saying earlier, I told my dear daddy when he was still alive that I needed more closet space and he promised me I’d have it someday, as I said, my daddy never lied to me, you see he bought the building when I was still very young, with the money that he made running numbers and illegal gambling parlors” The elevator stopped one floor down, granting her access to a nine thousand foot of living space which she had playfully and rightfully so knick named, “The Dungeon”. “Superstition has it that its unlucky to live on the thirteenth floor, in fact, the elevator even goes straight from twelve to fourteen, so in reality, we’re actually in limbo” she said as she pointed at a neon sign hung haphazardly from the ceiling just outside the entrance of the elevator, a sign that read, “You Are Now In Limbo” ,    A larger neon sign on the wall just behind it glowed brightly, with a message that was, if nothing, else Self Explanatory; “Sinners Welcome”.