"Going Straight" (closed)

[Gabe619]

Devon walked out onto the veranda smiling as he nodded to those gathered around the table. He saw the two empty seats that had been meant for him and Jennifer but explained to the others that Kennedy didn't feel up to coming downstairs right now so he was going to take some food up. He got a knowing look from Emelia and Marcus that he ignored as he piled food on a single plate that both he and Jen could pick from then he used a tray to carry it and two cups of coffee back up to the room. The envelopes for him and Jennifer, Marcus handed to him as he was about to leave the table telling him to open them upstairs.

By the time he got there Jen had moved to a love seat positioned before a large window looking out over the Belview estate. It really was a beautiful scene and as he quietly sat down next to her putting the tray on the coffee table before them he lent back and slipped an arm around the young woman's shoulders as if it was the most natural thing to do. He looked at his arm for a second in surprise that his mind was already so comfortable showing such loving touches to Jennifer that it did this all on its own. Then he smiled and softly snuggled her against him.

"So you want to know my story do you, Jen? Ok, then, get comfortable." He chuckled.

He began the tale before he had ever met his soon to be wife Stephanie. He laid out his earlier history with a few funny anecdotes about his family life and teenage years, how he had been a skilled line-backer at school and college, but had decided to go into the Police Academy after he graduated. His love of cars he had got from his father who throughout Devon's youth had bought, fixed up and sold many expensive old cars making quite a profit from it. He had struggled at the Academy with the more academic stuff, but had excelled at the physical. He had passed out of the Academy in the lower half of his graduating class, but had found once on the street a natural feel for the job. Away from the paperwork and the stuffy classrooms he began to see just how much work was needed to help Capitol City and he had thrown himself into the job wholeheartedly making him popular with his TO who gave him a high assessment score.

"The man looked as if he chewed nails, he was so tough. Sergeant Alfred Bester, god that man was a nightmare. Scared the crap out of me on day one when I saw him." Devon laughed remembering the man. "I was so sure I had failed my training and would have to go through it again that on the final day I just got in his face about how hard he had been riding me. You know what he said? 'I only rode you so hard, McCauley, because you have the balls to take it.' ... it was the closest he ever got to giving me a compliment, but the Sergeant who told me I had passed with flying colors explained that Bester had put me forward for an early sergeants exam when I had done enough time on the street. It's funny how life works, something you think is bad can turn things around so much for you and end up being so good."

He paused to kiss her hair. "Like joining the Untouchables. I figured I wouldn't come out of it alive. One last hurrah for the old man before I went down in flames, and now look at me, I have something, someone to live for again."

He then went on to tell how he had met Stephanie, that he had constantly pulled her over for speeding to the point that he begun to think she was doing it on purpose just to talk to him as she had figured out his patrol route. As it happened she had which endeared her to him straight away. It showed her quirky side, that she thought paying constant speeding fines was a good way to meet someone. Eventually Devon had just asked her out as he wrote her a ticket and from that moment on they had been inseparable. Each filling the missing parts of the other. Now the anecdotes were about him and Steph as a couple, but oddly he didn't feel embarrassed or shy about telling Jennifer the good and bad of their lives together. How incredibly happy he had been when Steph had told him she was pregnant, how protective of his daughter he had become after she was born to the point that Steph had to play mediator between them when Angela, his daughter, had started to want to go out and play or visit a friends house or date boys. Angela had died at the age of 14, her whole life ahead of her, but at least she hadn't had to live without her mother, Devon reflected as he told Jen all of this. A tear ran down his cheek and his voice quivered a little as he spoke of their deaths, but again he felt no shame for crying.

He explained that after the funeral for them both he had just shut himself away and eventually left the police force. He had just lost hope that anything he did could make a difference anymore. The blight of organised crime had the city in a strangle hold and with corrupt cops on the payroll it felt like trying to fight with one arm tied behind your back. He had just buried his head in working on cars, owning the garage and he could awaken enough of his heart to even think about dating again. He felt it would have been a betrayal of the love he and Stephanie had shared even though he knew she would have wanted him to be happy.

"So when Marcus came to me with his offer to join the team I initially turned him down, I just didn't see he had a hope in hell of succeeding, but the more I thought about it the more I realised maybe this time I could make a difference. That or go out of this life doing something worthwhile rather than dying from alcohol poisoning or old age." He chuckled as he brought the story up to the now.

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus had smiled watching Camille get all flustered. What had Mephisto done to the poor woman to make her so off balance. He glanced at the hacker who was chewing a mouthful of food, their eyes met and the younger man shrugged and carried on eating. After Camille had finally gotten out what she wanted to say Cole had slipped a hand to her thigh under the table and patted it reassuringly, but then left it there, the fingertip slowly caressing as he ate with his other hand as nothing at all was going on.

However when Emelia had Phillip hand her the envelopes it had piqued Cole's attention, and when he had read the papers inside the envelope, listing to Camille shock and Emelia's explanation he felt rocked to his core. A million dollars, what he could do with that!! But he knew he couldn't walk away. Firstly he had given his word to Emelia he would see it through to the end, but it had gone beyond them now with the Governor and ADA Shovelli. He couldn't let them and the city down. He looked across at Mephisto who had glanced at the sealed envelope before him, then continued eating as Camille and Emelia explained what was inside. The young man didn't seem overly moved by it at all and Cole wondered just how much money he had squirreled away somewhere for a rainy day. At this point Devon had appeared getting food and coffee for himself and Jennifer and Marcus had handed him their two envelopes to open later.

"You know, your timing is perfect." He smiled at Emelia. "If you had given us this little safety net before now you might have been accused of buying us off. Even with your promise of no strings if we walk away now." He looked at Mephisto again and the two men seemed to come to a silent agreement. "I will have to ask the others when I see them, but I think we'll all stick this one out to the end. We've started something to big to walk away from."

 

[PennySaver]

Jennifer with Devon:

Jennifer listened closely to Devon's story of his life before and with his wife. She'd always had the greatest respect for people like Devon and Stephanie and their chosen life path: marriage, family, home, happiness.

She now had and always had had a different path in mind, of course: Detective, Sergeant, Gold Shield, Squad Leader, Lieutenant, Captain, Inspector, Deputy Chief, Bureau chief, Chief of Department; then she would go into politics, becoming Mayor, State Legislator, Governor, Senator and, finally, President of the United States.

It sounded lofty, sure, but Jennifer was confident that she could fulfill at least half the list before running out of time. Of course, to do so, she needed to start avoiding shotgun blasts.

"I would have liked to have known her," Jennifer said about Stephanie. "I think I would have liked her."

Devon talked about joining what would ultimately come to be called the Untouchables, finishing, "...but the more I thought about it, the more I realized maybe this time I could make a difference."

"We can make a difference," she said, squeezing his hand. "And we will make a difference."

She joined him in his laugh about dying from alcohol poisoning. "I thought that was something all old cops did. I thought it was in the Manual."

They laughed and held each other close for a long while before Jennifer noticed the envelopes Devon had set on the coffee table before them. "What's this?"

She opened her envelope with her name handwritten on it. It only took seconds of reading to understand what it was. Jennifer whistled long and softly. She mused, only half in jest, "I'm a millionaire. I mean ... I always knew I'd be one ... but I didn't think it would happen until I was a corrupt politician, accepting bribes and campaign donations."

Jennifer cuddled over into Devon's arms. She felt so comfortable with him, against him. She belonged here, especially after Devon had shared with him. It occurred to her suddenly that she should share, too.

"Enzo D'Angelo killed my father," she said bluntly. She looked up into Devon's eyes, quickly saying, "Before you freak, I should explain."

She sat up, turned to sit before Devon with her legs crossed between them, and clarified. She told about how her father -- a dedicated beat cop -- had been shot by Enzo D'Angelo while the Don fled a CCPD sting operation. "There was nothing directed about it. It wasn't like Enzo had been hunting my father. Wrong place, wrong time."

Jennifer drew a breath, released it, and continued. "Dad was moved to a desk ... permanent partial disability. He worked a desk for a dozen more years or so. He died a couple of months ago because of that bullet. It was still in him ... moving ... doing damage. He suffered a stroke ... a heart attack ... another stroke ... and he was dead."

Again, Jennifer shifted to slink into Devon's arms. "I was angry at first ... you know, when Marcus told us that Emelia was behind the Untouchables. You might recall me punching him in the face." She chuckled softly, recalling that day. "But ... he introduced me to Emelia ... we talked ... she introduced me to her father ... to Enzo D'Angelo, the man who killed--"

She choked up for a moment, continuing, "The man who was responsible for my father's death. We talked ... Enzo and I. He uses Morse Code, you know ... to speak. He told me he was sorry for what he'd done. I ... I was shocked to find out that he'd followed my father's career. He'd kept tabs on him. Why would he do that? He's a fucking mobster, a Don. Why would he care about a beat cop who'd never gotten any farther than Desk Sergeant?"

Jennifer sat up again, turning to look into Devon's eyes. "But he did. He kept an eye on my father's career ... and he kept an eye on me ... watching me grow up ... learning to ride a bike ... playing sports. He told me details ... of the year my volleyball team went to state ... or my high school graduation."

The amazement in her voice and body language increased. "Once, in high school, I was hanging out with some college boys, me and some of my girlfriends. They invited us to a tavern. We thought it was cool. We weren't old enough to be there, of course, but the bartender was a friend of these guys. We played pool ... darts ... listened to the juke box ... danced.

"After a while, I got worried. The guys were ... aggressive ... handsy," she continued, her tone turning dark. "I wanted to leave, but they wouldn't let us. I shouldn't have been there. I didn't belong there. I was 17.

"We were there, what, two, three hours ... when one of my girlfriends -- she didn't understand the danger we were in -- when she went to a back room with one of the guys. Another guy after another went to the back ... until all of them had had a turn with her. Then ... they took another of my friends back and did the same with her."

Jennifer's eyes began to glaze over with impending tears. She looked up to Devon again, blinked away the building water, and said, "I was going to be next. I knew it. I was going to be raped. Gang raped. There was nothing I could do about it. There was no one to help me. Or ... at least ... I thought so."

A slight smile spread her lips as she continued, "Then, the strangest of things happened. Five or six guys came into the tavern. They didn't look like they belonged there. I didn't think of it at the time ... I mean, c'mon, I didn't know anything at the time. I was 17 for crying out loud. But now, I understand: they were D'Angelo muscle. They came into the tavern ... they mingled about, moving slowly toward us ... toward me and my girlfriends and the guys keeping us there ... they chatted with the guys ... they got aggressive, like the college pukes had with us ... and before I realized what was happening, these big Italians in nice but casual suits were beating the holy shit out of the guys who'd been just minutes away from raping me."

Jennifer curled into Devon's arms again, holding him close to her; it was painful, but she dealt with it. "I thought it had been luck ... pure abso-fuckin'-lute happenstance. How could I have known that I had a guardian angel? How could I have known that someone in the know had called Enzo-fuckin'-D'Angelo and told him that I was in trouble?"

She went quiet for a long moment, then said, "Devon ... I don't know what to think anymore ... about Enzo ... about the D'Angelo's ... about my entire existence."

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia with the others at lunch:

"If you had given us this little safety net before now," Marcus told Emelia, "you might have been accused of buying us off."

"I wouldn't want that, of course," she agreed.

Marcus reassured Emelia that they were in for the long haul, saying, "We've started something too big to walk away from."

Their hostess sat up taller in her seat and took on a very serious tone. "Speaking of big things ... I have to leave you now, sorry. I ... I have a meeting to prepare for."

Emelia had already told Marcus about her meeting with her drug Capos, of course. She was both dreading and looking forward to this. Her father had wanted out of the drug business for more than two decades, but narcotics accounted for a quarter of the Family's income.

That was over now, though. Emelia was going to see to it. Well, actually, the Untouchables had seen to it last night by taking down the D'Angelo's largest ever drug shipment. Emelia's Capos wouldn't want to simply give up the business; they were already contemplating robbing other Families of their own drug inventories or making deals with their suppliers and simply stealing the shipments.

That, of course, was the exact opposite of what Emelia and Marcus were striving for, though. So tonight, Emelia would present the men with a different alternative. She stood, told the others to take their time with breakfast, adding, "Take a dip in the pool if you have the time. It's heated. There are suits in the pool house over yonder."

She gave Marcus a glance, then casted her eyes skyward, toward the windows of the room that she'd told him about and which Camille knew how to find. She winked to him before telling the others, "It was good having you all here this morning ... and you here last night, Camille. You are all good people."

Emelia headed away...

 

[PennySaver]

(This post about the Meeting of the Capo's has been removed as it was post too early in the timeline. If you already read the post, that's fine; you'll see it again later when the time is right. If you didn't read it before it was posted, then you have no idea what I'm talking about, and that's fine, too.)

 

[PennySaver]

(Second half of the removed Capo Meeting post. See the above post for details.)

 

[Gabe619]

Jennifer with Devon:

McCauley listened quietly as Jennifer told him her background history, how the families had effected her life, both good and bad. He softly stroked her hair as she spoke, his eyes on the scenery beyond the window, but his full attention on what she was saying. For so long he had hated the mob, hated organised crime, the virus, the disease in this city that had destroyed so many families just as it had destroyed his. Not once in all that time had he thought that perhaps the same people who had taken his Stephanie and Angela from him might be capable of doing good. But as with so many things in life he had been wrong. Yes, they deserved to be brought down, they were criminals and dangerous, no one would debate that, but the D'Angelo's, for all the grief they had brought seemed to have an underlying vein of goodness which had finally taken them to this dangerous goal of going straight. Somehow though he doubted the D'Amato's had the same caring side to their nature.

Old Enzo for some reason had decided to watch over Jennifer. Maybe it had simply been a fluke, a quirk of his nature, or her name surfaced on a day he was feeling magnanimous, but whatever the reason it had saved Kennedy from a dreadful experience and he was thankful for that. As he had explained to Jen just a few moments ago he had thought it impossible to take down the crime families, and he had been right, right up till the moment Enzo and Emelia decided to stop being criminals. At that exact moment a chink appeared in the armor that had defended all the mobs in this city for decades. Now they had a chance. A small one, yes, one that could end up killing some or all of them, absolutely, but it was a chance worth fighting for and it was something that had brought a light back into his life in the form of Jennifer Kennedy. As she finished on an uncertain tone, Devon looked down at her in his arms.

"You sound like me, a few days ago. Uncertain about where my life was going, but now I am certain. Enzo might have once been a vicious bastard who only wanted as much money as he could squeeze from Capitol City, but even when doing that he took enough notice to save you. Perhaps he was feeling guilty form causing the injury to your father which is why he became your guardian angel, if so you were very lucky. So many other people he killed, either directly or indirectly he didn't care about at all. But in life you can only go so long before your conscience kicks you in the ass and as he saw his days coming to an end he wanted something better for his daughter, he wanted to save her from the life he had to lead. That sounds like the act of a caring, loving father and if he could be that for Emelia and take the chance by trying to go straight I can forgive him for what he did before." He paused and kissed her hair again. "He brought you into my life by his actions and for that I will always be in his debt."

He turned slightly and lifted her chin so they were looking at each other.

"As to your existence, you are Jennifer Kennedy, daughter of a good cop and a loving father. You are a woman with incredibly beauty, intelligence and charm. You have drive, you have passion and you have a goal in life. You also have friends who care about you ... and a man who loves you." He smiled. "What else do you need in your life to make it complete, darling?"

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus with Camille:

As Emelia made her exit and Mephisto continued to plough through the food on his plate, Marcus took Camille's hand and stood. The young hacker didn't even look up as the two left the table. Cole led the gorgeous black woman back inside the mansion, and slowly up the stairs toward the bedroom, Emelia had indicated. Nothing was said between them, they both knew where this was leading. But before they got to the bedroom Cole stopped, he couldn't wait, he needed to taste those lips again on his.

Pulling her into him he pushed her against a wall and kissed her hard and deep with obvious passion. He could feel those amazing breasts pushing into his chest, one hand came up to stroke her hair. Finally he softened the kiss and parted their lips as he let them kiss down her cheek to her neck, to just under her ear, softly kissing, moving down her neck as he let his hands slip behind her and cup that ass of hers which always made him so hard. Hard like he was right now. He was tenting his jeans so bad it actually hurt a little, that ache of needing to be released.

 

[PennySaver]

Jennifer with Devon:

"You sound like me, a few days ago," Devon told Jennifer. "Uncertain about where my life was going..."

He talked about Enzo, Emelia, the D'Angelo's as a Family, Organized Crime as a plague, and then about how all of this brought them to where they were today: together, in each other's arms. Then he said the words that made Jennifer explode with warmth through her whole being, saying that all of this had brought her a man who loves you.

"What else do you need in your life to make it complete, darling?"

She leaned forward to kiss him, long but soft, more a romantic kiss than a passionate one. Jennifer had never truly been in love before, and logic would say that she wasn't in love now as she'd known Devon barely a month. But she knew deep down that she did in fact love him. She'd been waiting for him, waiting for this man to come along and find her.

Suddenly, Jennifer laughed. "I love being here with you, Devon, but I gotta get out of this room for a while. It's just ... oh my god, I mean, look at it. It's like staying in the Wilshire or the whatever downtown."

She grimaced as she stood, something she seemed to do with every movement these days. She told him, "Don't move. Wait right here."

Jennifer crossed the lavish room, disappearing into the en suite. She continued talking over her shoulder about her 24 hours here at Elmhurst; she told Devon about the three car motorcade that had come to the hospital to pick her up; she talked about meeting Camille, who she described as the most incredibly beautiful woman I think I've ever seen naked; and then, of course, she had to explain about how she'd seen Camille naked -- and Emelia, too -- when they all went skinny dipping after dark in the Olympic sized swimming pool and, afterward, in the steam room, too, adding "Though, I guess that's not skinny dipping, per se, right?"

She emerged a moment later ... naked. She smirked at Devon as he reacted, then glanced down at her own chest, saying, "The California Raisins are looking better, I think. Less purple and swollen, though, to be honest, it was nice having bigger tits for a while, even if they hurt like a mother-fuck--"

She stopped, laughed, apologized for being crude as she opened the free-standing wardrobe against one wall. It was full of clothing, and as she fished out a fresh panty and bra set and donned them, she explained, "It's all mine ... my clothes, I mean, not mine as in Emelia went shopping for me and said I could keep it all. While I was in the hospital, she had that guy Philip and some of his goons raid my apartment and bring it all here."

With her particulars once again hidden in modest yet still sexy undergarments, Jennifer held up a tiny, lacy thong for Devon's viewing pleasure, saying, "I don't know how I feel about Emelia's man digging through my panties drawer, but ... oh, what the hell."

She slipped into a loose-fitting pair of shorts and a cropped tee that reached just far enough down her belly to hide her bruises, then stepped into a pair of deck shoes. "C'mon, let's go eat. Emelia said she was putting out a spread for when you and the others arrived."

 

[PennySaver]

Marcus with Camille:

Camille laughed into the wild kisses Marcus attacked her with, grinding her body into his and his hands roamed all over her. She looked up and down the hallway, whispering, "They'll see us! There're cameras everywhere."

She pushed Marcus away, grasped his hand, and hurried him -- almost in a run -- down the hall to the door of the room Emelia had identified to Camille as hers to do with as she later found a need. At the time, she hadn't known that Marcus was coming to Elmhurst, but when she'd heard the news, she'd understood that Emelia was making it possible for them to be together.

Once in the room, she threw the door behind them and wrapped herself around Marcus again for another passionate kiss. She purred, "I missed you ... so much."

They were doing that awkward intermingled walk toward the bed when she pulled away, reached out to his chest, and pushed him to the mattress. Then, looking down at him with a devilish grin, Camille demanded, "Take your clothes off, Detective Cole."

She unbuttoned her blouse, opened it, shed it, and reached to the front latch of her straining bra. It popped free, releasing her wondrous bosom. Camille smiled wider. She knew men liked to look at her tits. She'd had times in her life when she'd wished she hadn't been so bountiful, such as when that bounty had attracted the attention of Senator Davis. But today, seeing how Marcus looked at her, Camille was tickled about what Mother Nature and genetics had provided her.

Next, her slacks went down, and quickly after that her thong. As with Jennifer, Emelia's people had raided her apartment and brought most of her clothing to Elmhurst to ensure that she was comfortable. Knowing that Marcus's arrival was imminent had led to Camille donning one of her smallest red thongs. She laughed as she tossed it through the air at the man.

Standing before him naked, looking like an African Goddess, Camille turned to one side, then turned the other way around until Marcus was given a full view of her full ass. She turned to him again, saying, "You wouldn't believe the cleansers and moisturizers and whatnot in that bathroom. I haven't felt so good in forever."

Of course, most of that good feeling was due to Marcus, not little plastic bottles on the bathtub's rim. She stepped closer, stopping just out of her lover's reach and studied him while he studied her. Then, with a sultry voice, Camille said, "Now ... we have a choice. We can go into the bathroom and fill the tub with hot, steamy water, and make love all night long ... or ... I could drop to my knees here ... between your knees ... and show you something you haven't seen from me yet ... and then we could go into the bathroom and draw a hot bath and make love all night long."

Her lips widened again, parting to show her perfect smile. Their first and only night together, Marcus had put his mouth to Camille's pussy and driven her to multiple orgasms, after which they'd spent two hours fucking each other to a combined six or seven or eight wondrous orgasms. But the one thing they hadn't done was what she'd just offered Marcus. And that one thing was something at which Camille Carlton was very, very good.

 

[PennySaver]

Richard Devers with Mephisto:

With the departure of Emelia from the lunch table, followed shortly by Camille and Marcus, only Mephisto remained behind, plowing his way through the incredible spread. A man who was obviously Estate Security emerged from the back of the mansion, turned left to pass between the chill water pool and the much warmer Olympic-length pool, then turned right to approach the lunching area that he'd always thought had been located far too far away from where the food and dinnerware originated in the first place.

"Mister Mephisto," he said without a hint of humor at the odd name he'd been given for the Untouchable. "My name is Richard Devers. I'm with the estate's security. I've been assigned to you ... to get you from Point A to Point B safely when you aren't otherwise in the care of Detective Cole."

He paused, smiling; it was obvious that Mephisto hadn't been expecting this. "There is no hurry whatsoever, but when you are ready to depart Elmhurst, I will be in the foyer. I have a car waiting."

If Mephisto had nothing he needed to add, Richard would turn and make his way back to his station. Before he departed, though, Richard would give the hacker an up and down survey. He hadn't been told much about Mephisto; Richard hadn't spoken directly to Marcus about anything at all, and honestly, Emelia hadn't said much about Mephisto beyond the fact that he was a computer tech -- a genius, was the term Emelia had tongue-in-cheek said was to be used -- and that he seemed a bit awkward when it came to interpersonal relations.

Richard found that last part as a bit of a ... challenge maybe...

 

[Gabe619]

Richard Devers with Mephisto:

Richard stood there waiting for Mephisto to show he had even been listening. At first the hacker hadn't been, feeling the food was more important. There had been many times in his life where food has been hard to come by and he always appreciated opportunities to make up for that lost time. However hearing Richard mention he had been assigned to him got the young hackers attention. He turned his head, sitting up straighter, to look the security man over, just as Richard had done to him.

In his time Mephisto had decided to do away with sexual labels, what was the point anyway? Sex was fun, so why restrict yourself to one type when so many others were out there. His porn library would probably shock the shirt right off of Marcus and Devon if they ever stumbled across it. But right now Mephisto was assessing this strapping figure of a man before him. He was a little older, Mephisto considered, but that also wasn't an issue, age was another label he had no use for. And Richard did look rather dashing in the tailored suit he was wearing, tight in all the right places and he stood a little taller than the hacker, something else he liked. Mephisto slowly pushed back the hoodie he was always wearing to reveal his face fully now. His unruly mop of dark brown hair was brushed flatter with one hand as he smiled up at the man. His feature would possibly be described as handsome, even pretty. They were, he knew, a little feminine which had got him into trouble before, one reason he always had his hoodie up.

"Assigned to me are you?" He asked with a small smile, his eyes flashing. "How nice ... for me that is."

Unlike Richard's clothing, Mephisto was, as always, in faded jeans that were loose on him, a tatty, but clean baggy t-shirt, trainers and socks, and of course boxers. None of the clothing was really what anyone would describe as sexy, and they hid his body perfectly. That body was lean, like a wolf, and for his size he was strong and quick. Unknown to the other Untouchables, mainly because it happened when they weren't around, Mephisto had fallen into a physical training regime at the Hanson building. He would run the empty floors, up and down the stairs, doing circuits of the old building until his legs shook, then went back to the apartment to shower clean.

He came across as awkward socially not because he was awkward, but because social situations and interpersonal relations had never really interested him. If he worked with or for someone then he did as he had been hired to do, work. Not chitchat, not go for a drink down the pub or hang out at some trendy night club. His personality would be described by a psychoanalyst as having Asperger's Syndrome perhaps, but that wasn't true, he was just more happy inside his own head. It was hard work always being the most intelligent person in the room. But, as he had shown with Camille, when he needed to connect to someone he could, and usually was very good at it.

"Would you like to join me until I am finished? I am sure, as you are now mine, that Emelia won't mind you snacking with me."

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus with Camille:
Marcus grinned as he was told to take his clothes off, he kinda liked Camille being in charge, it appealed to his kinky side.

"Yes Ma'am." He replied as he quickly started to unbutton his shirt, all the time watching her undress.

God, she was sheer perfection wasn't she. A Nubian Queen, an African Goddess come to earth to play among the mortals. In any light her smooth, dark skin seemed so warm and silky, her big brown eyes were loving and friendly, even cheeky sometimes. Those soft wide lips of her that he loved kissing so much only brought attention to her beautiful face. He pushed his jeans and boxers down, kicking them off his feet, now naked laying there watching her as he slowly stroked his already rock hard cock.

"You wouldn't believe the cleansers and moisturizers and whatnot in that bathroom. I haven't felt so good in forever." Camille said as she gave Cole views of her perfect ass.

"I think I can do something to make you feel even better." He said with a wink.

As if she hadn't heard him she continued one. "Now ... we have a choice. We can go into the bathroom and fill the tub with hot, steamy water, and make love all night long ... or ... I could drop to my knees here ... between your knees ... and show you something you haven't seen from me yet ... and then we could go into the bathroom and draw a hot bath and make love all night long."

"Hmmm, choices, choices," He teased as his cock pulsed imagining those lips of hers around it. Decision made, he thought to himself as he waggled a come here finger at her with a wide smile. "Why don't you show me just how good you are pretty lady."

He spread his legs more, letting go of his dick which stuck up proudly from his groin. He settled back a little, propped up on his elbows so he could look down his body and watch her work her magic.

 

[PennySaver]

Richard Devers with Mephisto:

"Assigned to me are you?" Mephisto asked, smiling. "How nice ... for me that is."

Richard's lips spread in a wider smile, too. There was something in the other man's words and expression that intrigued him. He couldn't know Mephisto's sexual preferences, of course, but -- as with most attractive men or women he met -- he found himself wondering if perhaps the hacker's preferences mirrored his own.

The D'Angelo security officer was married to a beautiful woman with whom he had a wonderfully delightful sex life, one that -- when the mood hit them -- often included other partners, male or female or both. They, like Mephisto, did not define themselves sexually; if it was enjoyable and safe, they'd likely done it or, some time soon, would.

"Would you like to join me until I am finished?" Mephisto asked, inviting Richard to sit with him at the still expansive buffet. "I am sure, as you are now mine, that Emelia won't mind you snacking with me."

"I am yours after all," Richard said with a touch of humor in his voice.

He said it with a tone that could be perceived as referring to his professional duty or ... something else. He wasn't openly flirting; he wouldn't do that without absolute certainty that Mephisto would be receptive. But he did at least want the put thoughts in the other man's mind.

"No, I don't think Miss D'Angelo would mind," Richard said as he pulled out the chair opposite Mephisto and lowered into it. He snatched a black olive from a small bowl and pop it into his mouth, chewing. "I'm told you're some sort of computer expert ... a hacker?"

Richard listened to Mephisto's reply, confessing, "I don't know much about computers, beyond shopping on Amazon or Craigslist or finding a video on YouTube."

That was pretty accurate and truthful. Of course, just as with not openly asking Mephisto do you like sex with men and couples, he didn't admit that his online shopping extended to a variety of sex toy sites or that his video viewing leaned more toward PornHub and AdventureXXX.

Richard reached into his suit jacket's pocket and pulled out his vibrating smart phone. Looking at the screen and seeing the CallerID, he stood as he said, "I need to answer this."

He turned his back to Mephisto and took a couple of steps away. Without concern about whether or not the other man heard him, "Hey, babe." He laughed at whatever was said to him. "Yeah, I'm working ... yeah ... don't know, couple of hours maybe ... on call, really."

A moment passed before he turned and looked at the man still munching at the table behind him. Into the phone, Richard continued, "Gimme a moment." Lowering the phone to his chest, he said to Mephisto, "I'm tasked with getting you safely to your residence. I have an errand I need to run. It can wait ... but ... if you didn't mind ... we could do it along the way."

Richard was torn about asking Mephisto to accommodate his need to complete this personal task. He should be ignoring his personal life entirely while assigned as the man's driver/bodyguard. If he'd been guarding Emelia or Enzo, he would have. Or if any public threats had been made toward Mephisto that warranted more of his attention, again he would have been more singularly attentive.

But his assignment to the Untouchable was more about being his driver than his bodyguard. That could change later, maybe, but right now there was no obvious security threat. And, of course, he was curious about what made Mephisto's engine purr.

 

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"Of course, I am sure your wife would never forgive you if you put my interests above hers." He said it with a small teasing smile and winked at the man tasked to him. He popped a grape into his mouth sexily, if sucking a grape could be called sexy. "I hope she doesn't mind sharing you with me."

He leaned back in his chair now, relaxing as he openly admired Richard as he stood there on his phone. The mans three day old stubble and wavy blond hair suited his grey eyes perfectly, Mephisto thought. He was picking up all the right signals from the man, so why not play a little. he had been hard at work since arriving at the Hanson building so many days previously, and with his exercise each day he felt he needed to let off some steam, maybe Richard would quench that thirst.

He glanced up at the CCTV camera which was stylishly hidden, while still able to see everything. If it hadn't been there he might have more openly shown Richard what he needed right now, but knowing security the way he did he wasn't about to do anything that would be caught on video ... well, not unless he wanted it on video anyway.

"Why don't we run your little errand and you can show me your home while we're out, Richard. I am hardly a security threat, no one knows who I am after all. No one in this city anyway. And I need a break from all the tension."

 

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Marcus with Camille:

"I think I can do something to make you feel even better," Marcus said after Camille remarked on the wonderful bath aids in her en suite.

"Perhaps, but ... me first," she said, returning his wink.

When she gave him a choice between her fucking him, which had been done; or her sucking him, which hadn't, Marcus said, "Why don't you show me just how good you are pretty lady."

He made himself ready for her, leaning back on the bed and parting his legs. Camille smiled at the sight of his rock-hard cock pointing at her eagerly, as if calling out, You! Yes, you! She retrieved a throw pillow from a nearby armchair and dropped it between Marcus's spread feet, then knelt upon it.

"You don't have to be anywhere, right?" Camille asked as she reached out and took hold of his shaft. She looked Marcus right in the eyes as she went to work, promising, "Because I'm going to take my time with this."

And she did indeed. Camille began with touching, her fingertips tracing and caressing about the features of his cock: his swollen, bulbous head, his long thick shaft, the meandering blue vessels running the length of the latter; the fingers of her other hand played with his balls, fumbling them about, gently squeezing them, giving them a soft tug.

Camille's gaze shifted between Marcus's family jewels and his eyes; she loved the way his cock and balls twitched when she touched him just right and loved the way his face expressed the pleasure he was feeling.

Only after a couple of minutes of toying with him with her digits did Camille finally deploy her lips and tongue to Marcus's cock. Again, she started simple, with soft kisses and licks; she toyed the tip of her tongue upon the tip of his cock, ringed the base of it, ran it up and down the sensitive lower side of his shaft, pinched her lips around it, sucking.

After another couple of minutes of this, Camille only then took Marcus's cock into her mouth, first just the bulb, then a couple of inches of his shaft, then -- with absolute ease and without haste -- his entire length, until her lips were pressed against his flesh at the base and his head was beyond her tongue and in her throat.

She maintained this position for a long moment before pulling slowly back until her lips left him; a thread of saliva stretched between them, snapping finally. Camille licked her lips, then licked his wet tip, looking into his eyes with a meaningful expression. She licked the underside of his length again, then before taking his full length in again, asked, "Like that?"

 

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Richard with Mephisto and Samantha

"I hope she doesn't mind sharing you with me," Mephisto told Richard about the latter's wife.

The D'Angelo man's first thought was She'd love to ... share you, that is. He didn't say it, of course; he was still feeling the man out. Of course, thinking the words feeling the man out made Richard smile even wider.

"Samantha understands that my job comes first," he said, clarifying, "Samantha ... Sammi, that's my wife."

"Why don't we run your little errand," Mephisto offered, "and you can show me your home while we're out, Richard."

Richard took note of the other man's reference to his home: there'd been no mention of it when Richard talked about his errand. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part, but Richard hoped that that was an indication of Mephisto's desire to get closer to him, personally. The numbers were slowly adding up.

"I am hardly a security threat," Mephisto went on, "no one knows who I am after all. No one in this city anyway. And I need a break from all the tension."

"So, a break you shall receive," Richard said. Mephisto was correct about not being in danger -- at least at this time -- so things were going just as he wanted. He pulled out his phone again, saying, "Let me check in ... tell them I'm taking you to your residence."

Richard intentionally said your resident, of course. He couldn't very well tell the Security Supervisor that he was taking Mephisto to his residence. He turned away, made the call, then turned back. "Let's do this."

Leaving Elmhurst was a bit of a process, as one might expect. Richard had already called the Security Supervisor. To get a car, he had to check in with the Transportation Chief, who had a car brought up from the secured garage. Finally, he texted Philip about Mephisto; Emelia had made it clear to one and all that her bodyguard was to be kept abreast of all changes in status of all Untouchables when they were under her roof or otherwise in her care.

"We're good to go," Richard said when he got an OK response from Philip. He and Mephisto headed out the front of the house and down the wide, granite steps to the waiting car. He opened the rear passenger side door, saying, "Backseat, please. I don't mean to treat you like a toddler in a car seat, but the back is actually safer: tinted windows for privacy, heavier armor on the doors, yadda yadda."

Half an hour later, they stopped at a corner bodega, where Richard went in to buy a bottle of wine and a bag of other items his wife had texted that they needed. Ten minutes after that, they pulled up to a six-story brick and steel building that sat amongst other buildings that had once served Capital City's now collapsed textile industry. The streetside walls of every building in sight were decorated with artistic murals painted by street artists who, ironically, were supported by grants from The Angels Foundation, the D'Angelo Family's charitable foundation.

The two of them rode a large freight elevator up to the third floor, where Richard led Mephisto to a large, heavy metal fire door. He slid it open on squealing overhead wheels, joking, "We never have to worry about someone sneaking into our place."

Inside, Richard and Samantha's apartment turned out to be a massively large, high ceiling loft. It was split level, with a variety of three or four step stairways leading from this level down to that one and up again to another one over there; additionally, ramps connected all of them such that if one was a fan of skateboarding, they could access the entire place without ever stepping off their board.

There was one exception to that, actually. Above the section of the apartment that included the kitchen and dining room was a mezzanine bedroom with open walls that allowed looking down upon the rest of the home.

There was an artistic theme to the place, with a pottery wheel and all the necessities for sculpting off in one corner; easels and painting supplies in another; a loom, spinning wheel, and wicker baskets full of yarn and yet-to-be-spun wool and alpaca fiber in a third.

And somehow, in amongst all of this, there were the normal features of a home. The only things Mephisto might have noticed missing were electronics: no television, no stereo, no desktop or even laptop computer. The only electronic features of the home that Mephisto would see were the phone he'd already seen in Richard's hand and, if he was paying attention, the matching one belonging to his wife.

Despite the lack of television and internet, the home did have entertainment. On another raised dais was a grand piano, and very near to it were at least a dozen instruments, from horns to wind and string instruments to an accordion.

"Welcome to my home," Richard said as he led Mephisto inside. He nodded behind him, asking, "Catch the door, will you?"

He crossed to the kitchen to deliver the groceries, calling out playfully, "Honey, I'm home."

"I'm here," a female voice called from out of sight above them both. A moment later, Samantha stepped out into view. She studied Mephisto for a long moment, a slight smile spreading her lips, before she asked, "Who's your friend?"

"This is Mephisto," Richard answered from the kitchen, just before a pop from the cork being pulled from the bottle of wine he'd purchased. Glancing at the Untouchable with a smirk, he said, "My boss loaned him to us for the night."

Samantha was descended a spiraling staircase that ended on the piano dais. Her lips spread in a smile as well before she said with a flirty tone, "How delicious of her."

She crossed slowly toward Mephisto, her gaze lowering and rising conspicuously as she smiled. Her hips swayed dramatically, her tall heels sexualizing her gait. She stopped close to their guest, offering her hand as she said with a tone dripping erotically, "It's so wonderful to have you in our home ... Mephisto, yes?"

Then, looking him up and down once more before looking him in the eyes and still holding his hand with an intimate touch, Samantha said with a poetic tone, "That which issues from the heart alone, will bend the hearts of others to your own."

She smiled wider, then in case he didn't know the source material, informed him, "Faust ... Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ... the origin of Mephisto. Well, the literary origin anyway ... German folklore."

As she'd been talking to him, Richard had been approaching Mephisto with the opened bottle of wine and three long stemmed glasses. Samantha took two of them, gave one to their guest, and held hers out to be filled. As she waited, she looked Mephisto up and down again, then looked into his eyes and said boldly, "I'd love to sketch you, Mephisto ... naked."

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus with Camille:

Marcus started off watching Camille as she went to work. Her comment about hoping he didn't have anywhere to be made him smile as she got between his legs. He licked his lips as the first touch made his cock twitch sending a shock of pleasure through him. It was just a light touch, but it felt soooo good. His eyes closed as he gave himself over to her, to her touch, caress, kiss finally just laying back on the bed and moaning at ever stimulating touch she gave.

He consider Senator Eric Davis to be a pig, a grade A bastard for what he had done to Camille over all this time, but right now he had to confess he was a little jealous the man had enjoyed her so much. Though he wondered if Camille had put in as much effort satisfying him as she was Marcus. The way she played with his balls, fondling them, pulling, the way her fingertips and nails sent shivers through him was incredible. But the best was yet to come.

He felt her lips kiss his swollen, mushroom cock head, then sink down to softly suck on it, then suck down more and finally in one smooth motion she deep throated him. His entire body went rigid for a moment at the intense sensations flooding him and he realised he was holding his breath. As she let his cock slip from her soft lips he came back down to earth, moaning softly as she asked if he liked that. Liked it?! Good God, did the woman know how good she was?! It had been the most pleasurable thing he had ever felt outside of a true orgasm. He pushed himself up to look down his body at her, his thick cock in front of her smiling face as he tried to form words.

"Is the Pope Catholic?" He finally asked, laughing a little lightheadedly as all the blood was being sucked down to his cock. "Where did you learn to do that?!" He asked, his happiness and satisfaction evident in the tone of voice as he grinned at her. "You are perfection, Camille .... please don't stop."

 

[Gabe619]

Richard with Mephisto and Samantha

Catching the sliding front door before it slammed on the stop, Mephisto then turned back to the apartment. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but it wasn't this. The place was big and airy which was nice, had plenty of windows which gave it lots of natural light. The art supplies indicated one of the people who lived here was of a creative bent and it wasn't long before he figured out who. He watched Samantha walk over to him and take his hand, his eyes had flickered over her gorgeous body at her approach. He felt no embarrassment about looking, he appreciated beauty in all its forms. Her dusky Latina skin and dark hair and eyes gave her an exotic look which went well with her white button up blouse and blue jeans.

Her touch was soft and he held her hand a little longer than perhaps was polite before bringing it to his lips and kissing it before letting go. But it was her voice that effected him the most he considered, soft, erotic, seductive, like silk sliding off of smooth skin it just brought a tingle to his body. He glanced at Richard who was smiling as he watched his wife interact with his new job and gathering glasses for the wine. Mephisto smiled as Samantha quoted Faust to him and he bowed slightly.

"I might have a devils name, but believe me I am quite mortal and only devilish when it's fun." His eyes twinkled as he gave Samantha a smile equally as sexy as her own.

As Richard poured the wine, Samantha mentioned sketching Mephisto naked, which made the mans eyebrows rise in both amusement and curiosity. He liked how bold she was and wondered who wore the pants in this marriage, or if they shared that duty. He sipped the wine, his eyebrows rising yet again at the taste and he nodded in appreciation.

"Mmmm, good choice, Richards, very good, you know your wines it seems, as you know your women." He, as boldly as Samantha had been, looked Richards wife up and down slowly. "How unique, a work of art working as an artist, and I am sure a talented one at that." He bowed again, more theatrically this time, making sure he didn't spill the wine. "I would be honored to pose for you lovely lady, anytime you wish. But I wonder ... is sketching me the only thing you like to do with people Richard brings home?" He glanced down at his rather shabby appearance. "I may not look like much, but I have hidden talents."

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia at Elmhurst:

"Give me the room," Emelia told the two men sitting in Elmhurst's Security Control Room.

The men looked up at her with curious expressions, then to each other, and finally to Philip, who was standing at the room's open door. He half stepped aside, indicating it was time for them to stand and leave, which they did without hesitation.

Once they were gone, Emelia looked to Philip and said with a more deeply hidden meaning, "I think you had something with which you had to deal, yes?"

He gave her a respectful nod, turned, and left. As the door closed behind him, Emelia went to it and turned over the dead bolt. Then, returning to the Control Panels, which she'd first learned to operate when she was a girl and had continued to be briefed on with each update, she skillfully and efficiently brought to the monitors before her the four cameras hidden in the room in which Camille and Marcus were currently to be found.

Emelia had known what to expect, of course, as in her head she'd been roughly calculating how long the pair had been together. Still, when the view provided by the best positioned camera filled one of the two large monitors before her, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the dark-skinned Goddess taken the full length of Marcus's wondrous cock deep past her lips and deep into her mouth and throat.

She was torn by what she was seeing for obvious reasons. Emelia herself had imaginings of making love to Detective Marcus Cole; she'd had such fantasies since the first time she'd sat with him at that little dinner downtown where she'd had pie and ice cream and told him of her vision of ridding Capital City of Organized Crime. And yet, she'd put Marcus together with Camille knowing at the time that the man -- that no man -- could resist her if she so decided to give herself to him -- to them.

Emelia was, of course, a very beautiful woman, yet even she found Camille Carlton to be a walking, talking Goddess on Earth. Emelia had hosted Camille -- and Jennifer, too, of course -- for their grownup slumber party last night, and often during the evening she'd found herself wondering how -- if she decided to attempt it -- could compete with such a perfect and wondrous woman as this.

And now this? She used the joystick -- Do they still call it that? she wondered -- to zoom the camera in closer on the pair. Camille had pulled her head back from Marcus's lap and looked up at him, a visible string of saliva momentarily connecting her lips to his cock's swollen head. She spoke to him, but as Emelia hadn't activated the volume, she'd missed what the other woman had said. She activated the sound in time to hear Marcus say, "You are perfection, Camille .... please don't stop."

A chill ran up Emelia's spine at Marcus's question and subsequent request. She reached to severe the sound, not sure she wanted to hear this ... but then pulled her hand back. No, she wanted to hear this; she wanted to hear and see all of this. If she couldn't be the one to make Marcus happy in this way, she at least wanted to see and hear someone as wonderful as Camille do it in her stead.

The beautiful woman returned to her very skilled work upon Marcus's cock. Emelia had always marveled at the rare ability to take a man's penis deep into one's throat; she certainly couldn't do it and, to be very honest, Emelia didn't enjoy performing fellatio in the first place. (It probably wasn't surprising that her past lovers, few as they were, had never pressured her to go down on them, likely concerned that to pressure her into sucking their cocks might result in her father or bodyguard cutting it from their body later if she was to tattle on them.)

Camille's performance was nothing short of incredible. Repeatedly, she slowly dropped her head down into Marcus's groin, taking his full, better-than-average length and girth into her warmth and wetness, only to slowly pull back, lick at his shaft of suck on his bulb, and repeat.

Emelia watched with awe at the woman do this over and over again, finally ceasing her pauses in between to get to work on driving her lover toward orgasm. Using the controls before her, Emelia panned the camera upwards and centered Marcus's face on the big screen. She stared at him as his face told her of the great joy Camille was causing him; his moans and groans alone could have told Emelia what she wanted to know ... that he was happy with his situation and that, perhaps, Emelia shouldn't one day attempt to inject herself in his sex life at all.

And then...

 

[PennySaver]

Richard and Samantha with Mephisto at their loft:

"I might have a devil's name," Mephisto said in response to Samantha's quoting Faust, "but believe me I am quite mortal and only devilish when it's fun."

Samantha's smile widened and she even giggled a bit in a combination of humor and delight. Even now, after having only known the man for seconds, she knew that the two of them -- with her husband in attendance, of course -- were going to have the most delicious of times.

Mephisto complimented Richard on his choice of wines, to which Richard said, "Blame my dear wife. She's the one with the tongue for such things."

Again Samantha smiled and giggled, short and sharp. She had a tongue for lots of things, identifying good wines only one of them and certainly not the most enjoyable of them.

"I would be honored to pose for you lovely lady," Mephisto said, accepting Samantha's request to sketch him. He finished, "I may not look like much, but I have hidden talents."

She stepped a bit closer to him, entering an intimate proximity, and purred, "I bet you do."

Samantha pulled back, still smiling with delight, then turned toward and moved up to her husband. She pulled Richard against her with a hand to one of his ass cheeks, stood on the toes of her bared feet, and kissed him; it was a soft, intimate, even erotic kiss, after which she looked back to Mephisto, looked him up and down once more, then said to her husband but most certainly for their guest's consumption as well, "We're going to enjoy this one."

The implication, if Mephisto thought about it, was that perhaps he wasn't the first man -- or woman? -- to find himself, herself, themself, in this position ... whatever this position might be. Samantha hadn't been concerned with what the man might think about her comment, of course. If Mephisto was the type who didn't like being second or third or even one hundredth to enjoy what she and her husband had to offer then he could turn and head for the door now.

Samantha padded her way toward the kitchen, calling back over her shoulder, "Honey, make our guest comfortable while I put together a tray of delectables."

Richard had been watching his beautiful wife's incredible ass as it swayed and rocked, but now turned back to Mephisto. He smiled and asked, "She's something, isn't she?"

He gestured their guest to a sitting area off to one side. There was a couch, a love seat, a trio of deep, comfortable armchairs, and an array of giant bean bag pillows that looked as if they might have one day in the past hosted an orgy ... which, of course, they had. (Cleaning them afterward had been an expensive task, but the local dry cleaner was an art fan, so he'd taken one of Samantha's abstracts as payment.)

"Make yourself comfortable," Richard said with a polite tone as he himself ventured that direction. He himself would wait for Mephisto to choose a place to sit and would then sit near him, not intimately so but close. He looked around, then asked, "What do you think? It's Samantha's doings, of course. She's the artist in the family ... the creative one ... the imaginative one."

Richard looked back to Mephisto as he drank again from his glass. He didn't hold back his up and down survey of his charge, smiling again as the glass left his lips. Samantha arrived with a platter of the foods her husband had picked up on the way home. She took a seat intimately close to Mephisto, unashamed of how inappropriate or flirtatious it might seem. In fact, she looked to Richard as she did it and got a smile of approval from him.

"Try this," Samantha said as she lifted a finger food item and pressed it to Mephisto's mouth. The way her fingers worked to feed it to him, then trace over his lips to catch a crumb and drop of oil ... only to then put said fingertip in her own mouth to finish off the treat was nothing short of erotic. "Good, huh? It comes from a northern village in Italy ... the oil, I mean. The cracker comes from a plant in Nabisco, in Ohio I think."

She laughed playfully, looking between the two men as she handed the platter off to their guest, retrieved her wine, and sipped from it while looking deeply into Mephisto's eyes. She held the glass in a hand whose arm reached around behind the computer genius's neck and used the other hand to slip a small treat through her own lips, sucking on it, then chewing slowly while she licked the remnants of it from her painted lips.

"What do you do, Mister Mephisto?" she asked with a sultry tone. She smiled devilishly, then clarified, "For my husband's boss, I mean."

 

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Marcus was in a state of exquisite torture. Was that even possible? To be so pleasured it hurt, but the hurt only added to the pleasure? His mind was a foggy mess, every feeling, every sensation now focused in his groin as the Mistress or blow jobs worked her cunning magic on him. As fit and healthy as Marcus was his breathing was getting heavy now, panting softly despite just laying thereon the bed. Every now and then his body would twitch, muscles tensing and relaxing in his ab's, stomach and thighs. His head twisted one way, then the other, his eyes closed so tight they ached and Camille only got better as she got into her stride. Now he could tell there was a difference, while before she had been keeping him on the edge of orgasm, edging him over and over, instinctively feeling where his limit was and easing up to it before backing away, but now her attentions had grown my earnest, she was done playing now, she wanted to see results for her hard work ... and she was not to be disappointed.

With a loud guttural cry, Cole hips thrust up into the black ladies mouth as his cock thickened, pulsed and began to explode. His head thrashed around, his teeth were gritted, his eyes flashed open wide by saw nothing as his balls finally took the out they had been demanding and filled Camille's mouth and throat with his warm, creamy cum. His hands clutched into fists beside him on the bed, almost shredding the sheets beneath him. Half of him wanted to reach down and hold her head in place, to take back some control, but the other half said 'let her have her fun, she earned it'. But what shocked Marcus to the core, though with hindsight it really shouldn't of, was that in the midst of his ecstasy he almost cried out Emelia's name. As he cum so hard his balls ached it was Emelia's face he saw, not that of Camille's. As he slowly came down from his orgasmic high and got his breath back he felt a little ashamed he was thinking of another woman after what Camille had just done.

"Is this heaven?" He finally managed to croak as he gained control of his mind and voice again. Pushing away his thoughts he looked down at Camille still between his legs. "Get up here you sexy black goddess and kiss me."

He had no compunctions about kissing her with his cum on her lips and tongue, he needed to kiss her, he needed to feel her body against his now, her skin brushing over his. He gathered her into his arms and as they kissed he rolled them till he was on top and when he was he broke the kiss, smiling, then began to kiss his way to her breasts, to those glorious firm beautiful tits of hers. He had no intentions of eating her out right now, his cock, still hard, needed to be inside her, but he had to have those breasts first before he fucked this woman into the next century.

 

[Gabe619]

As Mephisto took a seat on the comfortable, large couch, sipping his wine, he thought about what Samantha had said to her husband, 'We're going to enjoy this one', as if he was a toy they had just acquired. He smiled to himself, he supposed in a way he was. Questions of whether they liked to play hard and top their toys, or go soft and be topped and domm'ed flashed through his mind. Either was fine with him, in his time he had been everything from a twink plaything to a drug dealers Master as he flogged the woman's cute ass.

He watched Samantha walk toward him, his cock hardening just watching that body move and as she sat next to him, their thighs pushed together to share body heat, she offered him some food. He allowed her to place it in his mouth, kissing her fingers quickly as they pulled away, then he watched her clean them as he chewed and nodded his approval as she told him where the food had come from. Her warm, slim arm slipped behind him, around his shoulders and neck as he turned a little to face her, but keeping Richard in full view all the time. What was it the Joker had said once in a Batman movie? ... Never rub another mans rhubarb ... yes, that was it. And Mephisto never went where he wasn't invited ... ok, not strictly true, he was a hacker after all so the job title needed him to go where he wasn't invited, but when it came to families and husbands and wives you had to play it a little more careful, even if the red carpet seemed have been rolled out for you.

"What do you do, Mister Mephisto?" Samantha asked with a sultry tone. She smiled devilishly, then clarified, "For my husband's boss, I mean."

"Ohh, a little of this, a little of that. I am what you might call a purveyor of other peoples information." He smiled as he studied Samantha's gorgeous face, the smooth skin, those eyes, that sleek soft black hair. "I find out what other people try to hide from ... Richard's boss." He almost said Marcus, but he was absolutely sure that Samantha had no idea about the Untouchables other than what she saw on the tv or heard on the radio recently. he looked around the tech free apartment. "Though I would have trouble finding out about you, sexy lady, as you do not seem to have ventured into the 21st century yet." His free hand came to rest on her denim covered thigh.

 

[PennySaver]

Richard, Samantha, and Mephisto:

"Ohh, a little of this, a little of that," Mephisto said when Samantha asked what he did. "I am what you might call a purveyor of other people's information."

Samantha wondered if that meant that Mephisto was an identity thief. She knew for whom her husband worked and knew that the D'Angelo's -- like most of the Crime Families -- had their fingers deep in internet crime and related financial malfeasance. She didn't like such intrusions, and she didn't like that Richard worked for such people. But it wasn't like he was running around Capital City in the dark shooting innocent people. He did carry a gun at times, but it was only as part of his duty as a driver and bodyguard.

"I find out what other people try to hide from ... Richard's boss," Mephisto went on.

"Enzo D'Angelo," Samantha responded quickly. She wasn't aware of the Don's recent health issues, of course; it wasn't her husband's place to share such information. "I met him once, at a barbeque at the D'Angelo Compound. They call it Elmhurst. It's beautiful. And sort of frightening. Walls, cameras ... men with guns."

Mephisto looked about, then pointed out the lack of tech in the loft. Samantha sipped at her wine, then gestured her nearly empty glass to Richard. As he stood to come fill both glasses, Samantha looked to Mephisto and explained, "I like my privacy. If I'm going to share something about myself with others, I'm going to do it here ... in my home ... in our home."

She looked up to Richard as he poured the wine. He smiled to her, then to Mephisto as he said, "And we do like to share." His words were conspicuously suggestive. He looked to Samantha as he handed her the nearly empty bottle, telling her, "I'm going to open the second one ... and then, I'm going to take a shower. Keep our guest happy while I'm gone."

"I will," she said, snuggling up even closer to Mephisto as her husband walked away toward the back of the loft. She smiled flirtatiously to Mephisto, studying the different aspects of his face, particularly his lips, as if she wanted to attack them. She didn't, though she did reach a finger out to toy with a wild shock of his hair as she instructed, "Tell me something more about yourself ... something personal ... li-i-i-i-ike ... what do you prefer, the taste of a woman ... or the taste of a man...?"

Her lips spread in a devilish smirk as her finger reached out to trace his lips before she finished, "Or ... maybe the taste of a man ... coming from the mouth of a woman as she kisses you and pushes her tongue into your mouth?"

She pressed the tip of her index finger between his lips, intending to insert it fully into Mephisto's mouth, to simulate fellatio, if he did nothing to stop her.

At the back of the home, Richard said with humor, "Don't scare him away, lover."

If Mephisto was to turn and look, he would find Samantha's husband removing his last piece of clothing as he stood in the bathroom doorway; he was a magnificent example of manliness, with a fit body and long cock that was currently semi-hardened and dangling out before him conspicuously. Richard would smile to Mephisto if they met eyes before he disappeared into the bathroom for his shower.

"I don't think you scare easily," Samantha purred, finishing, "Do you, Devil Boy?"

 

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"Elmhurst is rather beautiful, and the men with guns don't bother me as long as they aren't pointing them at me ... well, not their metal guns anyway." He smirked at Samantha, it was a terrible joke, but at least it laid out he had no issue with cocks.

Mephisto watched Richard walk away, heading for his shower, admiring how his ass looked in those tight pants, but then his attention was pulled back to Samantha as her fingertip touched his lips asking her blunt sexual questions which only made the young hacker even more aroused. Samantha was sex on long Latina legs he decided. He sucked in her fingertip as she probed his lips, his tongue flicking around it as he softly sucked on it. Hearing Richards voice Mephisto turned his gaze that way and his smile grew. The hackers eyes slowly moved over the mans naked form, admiring it and loving it all at once. Richard gave him the time he needed to check him and his cock out before turning back into the shower.

"I don't think you scare easily," Samantha purred, finishing, "Do you, Devil Boy?"

"No, I don't .... and that is surely one gun Richard can point at me anytime he likes." He turned back to look into Samantha's eyes, his expression as playful as hers. "You wanted to know something about me, yes? Well, I like the taste of women, I like the taste of men, I like the taste of a man in a woman's mouth, I like sucking the taste of a woman from a mans cock .... would you like to know anything else?"

His arm now slid around Samantha's waist as they almost snuggled on the couch. He wasn't a tall man, and Samantha was almost taller than him in bare feet, he wondered how she would look in heels. He had always found taller men and women more sexy for some reason. He put his glass of wine down on a hand coffee table and stroked a fingertip over her lips, as she had done him, feeling how warm and soft they were, then the fingertip slowly travelled down her jawline to her neck and as he kept eye contact with her the finger moved south down the edge of her button up blouse heading for the top button.

"So ... how exactly are you planning on keeping me happy while Richard is in the shower?"