Delicate Tornado Part Eight: Long Arm of the Law

Long Arm of the Law

There can be so much kindness in strangers, such undeserved kindness, that it sends you sailing back on course, rescuing you from terrible jaws, before it truly is too late to turn back. Some people call them angels.

Connie and I were having a blast in Reno, playing our little games with the unsuspecting but sexually hungry and affluent community of men who were looking for a pair of blond vixens to share a night with—one they’d never forget. And who wouldn’t want that? I felt so empowered, so free, and most importantly I was having fun, real drama-free fun for the first time I could remember. Plus I was able to squirrel away some amazing cash, which was going toward me getting my real estate license.

One of our latest customers was a fat jovial man named Hubert. We met, had a few drinks, the usual kind of thing. Once up to our room however, the whole dynamic changed when he flashed his badge! Oh fuck, I thought, we’re going to jail.  But Hubert – Sherriff Hubert Johnston, said he knew what we were up to and just warned us that what we were doing was dangerous. Not altogether illegal in Reno except for the organized crime element that existed. Two girls like us making our money as we were out of sight from everyone would not go over well with certain people. We decided then and there not to take any more chances. I was sad, however, because it seemed like a really good thing that we had going on.

“That all being said,” Hubert said, “I would like to…sample some of what you ladies have to offer, if that would be OK.”

“I feel like we owe you, big time, for the warning,” Connie said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Let’s just call this one ‘on the house’” she said.

Moving around behind him while he sat there, Connie placed a gentle kiss on his neck and began unbuttoning his shirt. I knelt between his large thighs and undid his belt. I could feel something rather big forming inside his pants. Once I got the button undone and unzipped him, out flopped by far the largest cock I had ever seen – bigger than Richard, bigger than Shawn.

“Oh my God,” I said, stuttering.

“You don’t remember me, do you, Connie?” he said. I wasn’t sure how he knew her real name but I figured it was a police thing.

“Should I?” she whispered, kissing him on his lips.

“High School,” he said. “You don’t remember. We went to High School together.”

“Shit, really?” she said.

“Yes,” he said, “I remember you so well, prettiest girl in the whole school. I can remember having quite a crush on you.”

“I…I…I don’t know what to say,” she said. “But I think I do remember you now. Wow, how have you been Huey?”

“I’ve been better,” he said. “My wife passed away a couple of years ago. Cancer.”

“I’m sorry to hear that baby,” she purred.

“We’re going to take away all your pain,” I said. Was that the right thing to say?

I put my lips on his huge cock and tried to fit it all down my throat. I didn’t even make a dent in it. He gasped.

“It’s been my dream to have you, Connie,” he said. “Can I have you tonight?”

“Of course you can sweetheart,” she said. “But I want you to have Wanda here first. Would that be OK?”

“Sure, kind of like an appetizer?” he said.

Fuck. I was the appetizer for what was to be one hell of a fucking.

I undressed him completely and he engulfed me with his massive body, stroking, kissing, kneading, twisting me every which way. Finally he entered me, spreading my pussy like never before.

“Fuck!” I screamed. “Oh God Fuck!”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “I hope I haven’t hurt you.”

“No, honey, please keep going!” I yelled.

It was kind of like being shot then pinned down while your assailant smothered you. It was reminiscent of some times when John would dominate me – but nothing as fierce as this. He sent me spiraling and crashing, orgasm after orgasm until I was limp. I just closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. I had never had such a sound fucking in my entire life. It went to show me I never knew what to expect out of this life – here was a man that was not at all attractive by most people’s standards, but who could surprise you in many ways, not to mention an immeasurably big cock.

“Connie, please hon, take over for me,” I panted.

That would serve him well, basically admitting I was defeated and pleading for mercy. I knew how to serve a man’s ego as well as his body. Not that I wasn’t finished really. Done. But he wasn’t haughty about it; it was as natural to him as anything would be for a burly bear of a man.

“What I’ve waited so long for,” he smiled.

“Fuck me,” she said, taking the same position I was just previously in.

You could see on his face it was more than just sex. He wanted to make love to the woman. There was a difference. A huge difference.

He did the same to her as he did to me, finally pulling out and depositing his seed on the lady’s swollen labia with a furious grunt. I can only guess what her experience was, but I imagined it was close to mine. I knew from her look she was not only satisfied but had an attachment for him.  I also felt close to this man for some reason, like we could all be good friends. It would be a shame to see him go. I have to admit to being somewhat sentimental about each one of our “guests.” I guess that didn’t make me a very good hooker.

“Was that everything you could have wanted?” Connie asked him. He was speechless. She knew.

We curled up with him and went to sleep.

Published by mistyrampart

Freelancer, poet, dreamer

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