Bullets and Bylines

[Honey_B]

Celeste Lord Corrigan

"Let's go, now."

Celeste started to protest, elbowing Barnes violently in the ribs. She had just realized she was standing outside in her bathrobe and wanted to go back inside, to get her dress. It infuriated her that he held her tightly by the arm. He tried to push her into the car. She was about to open her mouth to let lose a string of obsenities when the sound caught in her throat.

She saw him. The man from the apartment. Even drunk she recognized that profile, his features as sharp as a razor. She wanted to scream and she bit her lip until it bled just to keep quiet. The pain did a little to clear her mind and she looked at Charlie. He was looking at the car too, his face deadly serious. She nodded and meekly got into the car, praying the killer hadn't seen her.

As Barnes got in the driver's side, she clutched his arm.

"P-Please, don't take me home, M-M-Mr. Barnes. I'm afraid that he might know where I live."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Donnie

As Gabrielle's figners reached my waist band I lunged forward and latched onto her other succulent nipple. My hands wrap around her waist and hold her tight against my rising crotch. The feel of the silk under my fingers send tingles through my hands and up my arms. Her heaty dampness pressing tight against my still holstered fleshy pistol.

Somewehre I hear an old engine fire up and pull away. I can not. Attacking her breasts with my mouth. Lips closing hard over fleshy globes. Tongue circling and striking like a viper at her nipples. Teeth gently nipping. Cheeks caving in around her. Hands roughly gliding over the lingerie. Pulling my lips from her breast, I flex both wrists as I fling my arms up lifting her gown over her dark hair and flinging it over the seat, a strap catching on the mirror.

I take a breath and soak in the heavenly vision before me. "Baby," I breathed huskily, "that is a sight for sore eyes." I stated hungerilly as my eyes slowly crept up from my waist to her green, green eyes that smoldered in the glow of the foggy car. My hands gently grip her arms and slide down to her wrists. Puling them back to my waist band. My hips lifting off the seat instinctively, against her.

With slow deliberate movements I lean into her corset and open one fishhook at a time with my mouth as she works against my fly with ehr fingers.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Gabrielle

As Donnie finished his assault on the hooks of her corset, Gabrielle arched back so that he could reach the one at the bottom more easily. The garment sank to the floor unnoticed.

“Donnie, mon cher,” she grinned, “one of us is wearing entirely too much!”

As he quickly ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, Gabrielle began unbuttoning his fly… verrrrry slowly… pausing to stroke her hand over the hardness hidden beneath. As the last button gave way, she slipped her hand inside and tried to release the cadeau… the gift… she had been waiting for all evening.

There isn’t enough room in here, she thought in frustration. Rising up on her knees again, she told Donnie to lift up and immediately his hips rose eagerly so that she could yank down his pants. His cock snapped up to attention with a large pearly drop glistening on the head, and Gabrielle cooed in delight and wrapped a warm hand around the steely column. It twitched in response, and the drop hovered for an instant before falling onto her thumb. With Donnie’s eyes watching her every move, she licked the moisture from her hand with another sound of appreciation and slithered off his lap onto the floor, dragging his trousers down to his ankles. The shoes were a problem, but she was on a mission now and there wasn’t time to deal with them.

Donnie slid down further in the seat, his knees spreading wider, and Gabrielle nestled between them, reaching again for the shaft. Stroking it with one hand, she kissed and licked her way up his legs, nipping gently… teasing a lot. As she neared the trophy, she felt another drop slide off and land somewhere near her right ear and roll down her cheek. She rubbed her lips over the head and began licking at it eagerly, pushing her tongue against the small hole as she tried to encourage more fluid out.

She could feel the tension in Donnie’s thighs and she smiled inwardly, thinking he was showing a lot of restraint... or not. She felt him gather up her hair and wrap it around his wrist firmly like a rope, and then he tugged as he tried to position her mouth where he wanted it. She smiled for a second, and then sucked the entire head into her hot wet mouth. His hips lifted off the seat, and she accommodated him by sliding her mouth further down his shaft, all the while still stroking. She moved her mouth back up and off, the sucking sound echoing in the car. Donnie tugged on her hair again with a strained, ‘Gabrielllllle’.

She gave the head another small encouraging suck and then licked her way down the underside of the shaft to the balls, heavy with need. She cradled them in one hand, caressing them gently. Donnie spread his legs as wide as he was able to with his pants still tangled around his ankles. Gabrielle took this as an invitation and sucked one ball into her hungry mouth, releasing it only to do the same to the other.

Her free hand found its way down to the little silk excuse for panties, weighing no more than a whisper, and she untied the ribbon holding one side together. Her fingers delved into the slippery heat that it found and she brought them up to her mouth to suck on them, all the while watching Donnie watching her. Once again she dipped into the wetness and this time she coated her fingers to lubricate his cock. She bent over him and began moving her mouth up and down the quivering shaft repeatedly and faster, occasionally stopping the lick around the head and swallow the fluid that had gathered. She felt his balls tighten up and heard him make a small strangled sound, and then she felt this hand tighten in her hair, holding her still.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Donnie

My hips lifted on their own, only my trouser bound ankles held me back from forcing her head through the caddy's canopy with my thrust. My hand in her hair tightened and pulled the mouth of my French songbird down on my microphone, hard. My other hand reached down to torment an exposed nipple, hard as a .45 bullet from the cold air and her internal heat.

Burying myself, balls deep into her eager famished throat, I pulled my trigger. Firing hot and thick into her throat. Firing again immiediately with a secondary twinge. She was swallowing andlicking my shaft clean, savoring and devouring meat once. My hair entwined fingers clenched into a fist that could have shattered the champs jaw, as I was drained. Her nip was ground between two numbed fingers.

Gabrielle's swallowing mouth muffled coos and moans as she attacked her opeing with her own fingers. I was gasping and holding on for dear life, but she would not release me as I began to sink. Her green eyes flashed wide and she redoubled her efforts. Her reckless teeth raking my shaft. Her tongue grilling my head with the french third degree. Her dark hair waving and bobbing as she pumped cartridges back into gun. All I could do was moan and watch in stunned bliss.

Gabrielle released her lips hold on my head with a pop the size of a .25, echoing in the caddy. Her green eyes smoldered for an instant as she looked into mine. With something between a purr and a growl she scrambled off the floor and over my barrel. Her swollen lips steaming in the chill of the cars heavy air. She held herself poised above me, dripping hot sticky droplets of searing lust on my throbbing head for an instant that seemed like a lifetiem to my pussy starved cock. I threw my head back over the seat and groaned my frustrated desire to the completely glossed oval window pane.

Plunging down, like the hammer of a saturday night special, she engulfed me. Her pelvis slamming down to my groin. Her fluer de lis swallowing my pistol like a steaming pond swallows a stone. Gabrielle's heat seared and comforted my throbbing flesh. Throwing her head back to roar as her fingernails tore at the skin on my shoulders. I thrusted instantly to her arrival, bucking her near the ceiling.

Her green eyes flashed down into mine. Gabrielle was beginning to babble incoherently in her sexy french as she rode me like a jockey on a champion stallion. I gripped her hips and tried to keep up with her insatiable pace. Gabrielle was milking me for all I was worth. Her pusy a greedy shylock, my cock a hard mark. Grinding away with her clit on my pubis bone, rippling and gripping with her heated silk walls... I threw my head back hard against the seat and thrust into her, lifting her knees from the leather. I screamed, "Gabrielle," as I flooded her alley. But was cut off and drowned out by her own unintelligable cries of passion.

Sqeezing every drop from me, her protection blanket over my skin. She leaned down ad covered my lips with her own. Her tongue replacing my cock as the invader. My mouth replacing her pussy as the willing partner in crime. I held Gabrielle tight, sucking her tongue as her quim drank my seed.

 

[TXExpress]

Charlie Barnes

Engine starts ... no lights ... back up slowly ... down a back alley ... hope to hell no one among the clarly occupied occupants of the Caddy saw ... quick turn onto Michigan ... lights on; tires squeal ... down to Grand, hang a right ... straight to Lake Shore and north, but to where?

Whatever or whoever this dame saw has her sober as a nun and white as a Klansman's robe. She is trembling, and I know it's not just the cool breeze from the window I cracked to help her snap out of her Scotch haze. A gust briefly parts the folds of her robe; hard as I try not to notice, what with concentrating on the road and all, I do. Her body, at least the glimpse I just enjoyed, is worth all this hassle.

"Where too, miss?" I try to joke. Her look remains dazed. Some dames ...

We speed up the road, and I begin to collect my thoughts.

"Listen, my uncle's got a fishing cabin off the lake. We'll hole up there for a while; regroup. But you have got to come clean with me about what you just saw.

"Hand me my notes, will y ..."

Oh, Geez-us Harry Kee-rist. My notes. Back there. In her office.

I reflexively reach down to my ankle. At least the .32 is still there. I haven't lost it all. Yet.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Gabrielle

The violent rocking of the Caddy ceased as Gabrielle collapsed on top of Donnie, drained and satiated. Their synchronized gasping settled to less labored breathing, and finally all was quiet. She lay with her ear pressed against his heart and listened as its tortured pounding slowed into a more regular rhythm again. As the dampness began to dry on her body, she shivered a little and immediately felt the steel band of his arm leave her back and drag his jacket over them. She turned her head and looked back, and in the faint gleam of light all she could see were the pale globes of her derrière. She dragged the jacket down a little further and moved over to his side so that he could breathe easier, fanning her hair out over his chest for added warmth.

As she moved to hook her leg over his, she felt his cock slide out, damp and warm against her thigh. She gave a little moan of regret at the emptiness inside and wished that she hadn’t moved.

Donnie’s eyes were closed and his breathing was quieter, but she doubted that he was asleep. The man seemed to be on alert all the time, always on the lookout for something, always prepared. What manner of man had she fallen in love with? She kissed his chest, breathing in the scent that was uniquely Donnie, and was suddenly afraid… although she didn’t know why. She trailed a slim finger over the line of his jaw and kissed along the same path, feeling the stubble against her lips. His eyelids lifted sleepily and his brown eyes held a look that was a combination of amusement and awe. “Gabrielle, baby, the things you do to me!”

Gabrielle smiled against his ear and flicked her tongue over it, feeling a slight responding twitch against her thigh. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he laughed, moving his head away a fraction of an inch. “Just settle down.” She squirmed again, trying to get a little more comfortable, and felt a trickle of combined fluids slide down her thigh onto the seat. Oooh, the poor car, she thought with a rueful grin.

They both drifted to that place that is somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, restoring their energies for whatever the rest of the night would bring.

Gabrielle surfaced first, her muscles cramped and her body chilled. She kissed Donnie’s lips gently, whispering, “Mon cher, it’s terribly late… do you think we could go back to my place?”

 

[Swashbuckler]

Donnie

I smile at Gabrielle for a second, the thoguht of going back to her place for a glass of champagne and strwberries, and her perfumed bed... Suddenly I shake my head violently, I galnce at my watch, "Omigod!" I say quickly as I reach over and rub a hole in the fog of the caddy's rear driver's window. At first I sigh in relief, her car is still there. But the lot is extremely deserted. At least half a dozen have pulled up stakes while I was shifting gears. "Shit!" I swear, galncing at Gabrielle who has developed both a querried and worried visage beneathe her tossled dark strands.

"Look, baby, I," I begin hesitantly, unable to keep the anxiety out of my voice. Slapping my palm to my forehead, "I, uh, well we now, yeah we..." I cut myself off as my mind races. Gabrielle opens her mouth to speak, "Dohh.." I cut her off quickly as a plan hatches itself in my blood deprived mind, "Look baby, uh you are goign to get interviewed by a society reprter, yeah. Like right now. See I need to get in there," I say pointing to the paper building out the hole in the fog, "and you are going to help me." Watching the look of doubt creep over her face, "Come on, baby, it'll be.****, you know, fun?" I ask with a husky grin that always drives her wild.

She almost protests but agrees as I hand her her gown back and slide my pants back up. She reaches for her silks, but I grab her wrist, trying to save time, and be fun at the same time, "Nah, you remeber fun?" I ask with a wicked grin that could peel clothes off at fifty yards. She grins and mutters something in her sexy french as she pulls the gown over her head. Pulling my shirt back on while she fusses with her hair and makeup in her compact mirror. Reaching over the seat I grab my .45 off the floor, wrapping it in my jacket, under my arm as I lead ehr out of the back seat.

The rain has stopped and the air is still and cold. The scent of our union floods the alley with a rush from the caddy. Pulling my jacket on and tucking my gun away out of sight I lean over and kiss her neck. "Come on baby, you get to be famous, and I get to be your manager. Don't mention my name to anybody, k?" I ask in a whisper to her ear before pulling back a bit and offering her a cocked elbow.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Gabrielle

The cool night air was a shock after the steamy interior of the Caddy. Gabrielle took Donnie’s arm and huddled close to him for warmth as an icy whisper found its way up under her dress and tickled tender parts left bare. She thought it strange that Donnie would suggest she be interviewed so late at night… and the way he had fumbled for explanations and excuses added to her suspicions. Donnie was obviously nervous about something, but if she could help him she would.

Looking down at her dress, she was thankful that it hadn’t wrinkled very much. In the end, she had to wear the corset because the dress was so much more spectacular with it. Donnie wasn’t nearly as eager to help her hook it up as he had been to rid her of it, she thought with a smile, recalling how he’d just sat there watching her while she struggled with it.

The front desk at the paper was manned by one lone disreputable looking character. Chewing on a wad of gum and reading the funnies, he didn’t even look up as they approached. “Remember, don’t mention my name,” Donnie whispered in her ear as he stood a little behind her.

“Yeah?” the little weasel asked, not even looking up. “Whadda ya want?”

“Uh… my manager and I have an interview with… uh,” for a minute she couldn’t recall the woman’s strange name. Donnie whispered again. “Uh… Celeste Lord Corrigan.”

At that, the man’s eyes shot up… but they never made it past Gabrielle’s cleavage. The eyeballs seemed to protrude slightly as he scanned the delectable vista before him. For the second time in a matter of minutes, Gabrielle wished she had a jacket. Not to wear, but to throw over the little imbecile’s head. She smiled sweetly... though it was an effort wasted on him.

“Yeah, sure… up those stairs down there,” he indicated with a grimy finger. “Ya can’t miss it – her name’s on the door.”

Gabrielle and Donnie turned together and headed in the direction indicated. She could feel the eyes on stalks slide off her breasts and settle on her derriere, one riding on each cheek. Glancing back, she confirmed her suspicions and rolled her eyes heavenward, mumbling Mon Dieu between gritted teeth.

Once up the stairs, they were in a hallway that appeared to be deserted. A few lights were on behind closed doors, but the only sound they could hear was the floorboards creaking as they edged their way cautiously towards the office at the end. Celeste Lord Corrigan, the sign proclaimed. There was no light visible under the door.

“Merde,” Gabrielle said with a pout, “she’s not here. I won’t get my interview!”

Donnie leaned past her to turn the doorknob but it wouldn't budge... with a small sound of disgust he retrieved something from his pocket and began fumbling with the lock. The door immediately swung open into the darkness and he nudged her forward gently. “It’s okay, baby,” he assured her, “we’ll just wait.”

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste Lord Corrigan

The quick turns inside of the dilapidated Ford made Celeste lean into Charlie and grip him for dear life. One hand on his upper arm, the other holding her robe closed. The turn onto Lake Shore caused her to grip him with both hands and her robe blew open revealing the tops of her thighs. Celeste didn't notice. She had her head buried in his chest.

Celeste straightened as the road did although the wind through the window was icy, coming in off the frigid lake.

Enough to wake the dead, I should think.

"Your uncle's fishing cabin sounds fine, Mr. Barnes," Celeste said cooly, sober as a judge.

She sounded calm, but seeing the killer waiting outside her office had gotten to her. Celeste knew it was him and knew that she had only escaped death by some freakish chance.

".... Hand me my notes, will y ..."

"Mr. Barnes, it appears you have left your notes in my office."

Celeste grew quiet as she looked away from Barnes and out over the dark water of Lake Michigan. Up until this evening, she had lived a fairy tale. Growing up wealthy, becoming a debutante, Wellesley, a string of men who adored her, Celeste had lived it all. Whenever she got bored, there was always the wild side of Chicago. She had loved playing with fire, mixing with dangerous people. Seems tonight she had lit one match too many. She had gotten burned.

"I hope you know how to use whatever firearm you have strapped to your leg, Mr. Barnes. Because when that killer finds your notes, we will both be in a lot of danger."

 

[TXExpress]

Charlie Barnes

Danger? Up shit creek without a paddle is more like it.

"One thing, though, baby — nowhere on there does it say where we were going. We've at least got that much going for us. Buys us time. And, yes, I've used the piece before, once or twice."

She appeared plenty sober now, so I reached across her to fully roll up the window, my elbow brushing against the curves in the front of that robe. She gasped slightly, then returned to a look of almost icy indignation.

The road passed like a blur, but I took careful note to see who might be watching. None of them knew me from Adam or this broad from Eve, but I did not need people who could say, "Sure, I done seen a Ford like that," later on. The road was all but empty; she seemed puzzled at the audible "Thank goodness" I muttered.

I sped toward and through Evanston, up toward the Wisconsin border. Nearby, my uncle Pete had owned a fishing cabin since before I was born. Been going there for years to unwind and ... well, let's just say this wasn't the first dame I'd brought up here; just the classiest, and most scared.

I pulled up the long, unpaved drive, wheeled behind the cabin, then handed her my jacket. Not much, but it had to provide more protection from the lake winds than that robe.

"This way," I said, knowing full well she could see the door as well as I could. She gave me a "no kidding" look; this dame had more looks than a full-stocked magazine stand.

We quickly entered; Pete never locked the place. Hell, why should he? No one ever came here who didn't want to be here. Still, I fastened the perfunctory, flimsy latch and, for good measure, pushed a chair against the door.

"It ain't much, toots, but it's home for now. I'll light a fire; check in the kitchen for whatever food you can find. Chances are, Pete left some hootch somewhere in there, too; gets cold fishing out on the lake."

A chill then ran over me that I could not explain. I mean, the cabin was drafty and all, but the fire that I got going was plenty warm. I thought for a moment about the robed beauty in the kitchen ... nah, couldn't be. Could it? I mean ... if nothing else, a little "there, there" comforting might be in order, you know?

Then it hit me. The mailbox. By the roadside. Proud, block lettering.

BARNES

 

[Swashbuckler]

Donnie

Gabrielle began to sit on one of the benches in the hall, a slightly poutish look beginning to stirr on her face. I tried the doorknob, "What are you doing?" Gabrielle asked turnign to the sound of a locked door knob. I smiled and brougth a single finger to my lips, shushing her. Her face went from pout to a bit of surprise as I pulled out a pick from my pocket and turned to the lock. "Donnie," Gabrielle asked in a whisper, rising and slinking over to me, " what the hell are you up to?" She added a few words in hushed french tones glancing up and down the hall. "Just, uh, excerscising the master key, baby," I replied hearing the click of tumbler and opening the door for her. "After you, baby," I said offering. Seeing her hesitate as her mind worked over what was going on, I grabbed her arm and pulled her through the doorway. Kissing her protest away. Getting her in the room I shut and relocked the door, not turning on the lights. Gabrielle reached for the switch. I gently grabbed her wrist and said with a grin, "Hey, you know, fun?" As I looked around the desk for something anything.

I see a small notepad, the kind that scribblers keep around. I reach over nad pick it up off the desk and slip it into a pocket just as Gabrielle says somethign quietly in French, her whispered voice thick with enthusiasm for fun. Donnie, what have you gotten yourself into now. I think to myself as she pulls my lips to hers, silencing her sexy french words with mufled mmm's as our tongues twirl and dance between us.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle leaned back against the door and was quickly followed by Donnie who nailed her against it, causing the old wood to groan. Their tongues slid against each other as the sound of their excited breathing filled the elegant office. Moaning, she gripped his rear and pressed his groin more firmly against hers. Grinning, she felt him rising to the occasion as he moved against her. Clunk, clunk, clunk against the door. Then… footsteps? Two sets of eyes snapped open in the dark as a pair of flat feet under what sounded like a heavy body trudged closer. Donnie pulled Gabrielle away from the door and eased her behind him, his hand poised.

The person stopped outside the door... and breathing stopped inside, momentarily. Gabrielle pressed up against Donnie and bit lightly at the back of his neck, excited at the possibility of being discovered. The doorknob turned, the lock held, and the feet moved on.

Gabrielle saw Donnie turn around when he missed the press of her warm body. She looked over her shoulder at him as she sat on the edge of the desk, making sure that even in the faint glow of a streetlight he could see her come-hither look, followed by her come-hither finger. She grinned when she saw the expression on his face… a combination of lust and mock fear. Pushing out the chair with a stiletto heel, she gestured for him to sit. Now. Which he did, of course. His eyes followed the movement of her hands as she slowly pulled the hem of the dress higher until it stopped at mid-thigh. Her right shoe found a resting place on the arm of the chair and the left one tumbled to the floor as her foot made its way into his lap. She leaned back a little, balancing on one hand while the other one slid up under her dress. Donnie pushed the dress up higher and watched as her fingers slid over her moist folds, slipping inside to tease him as much as herself.

She saw him glance over at the door and then look up at her and shake his head. She raised her eyebrow and in turn nodded her head emphatically, pulling his face forward. His reasoning processes slowed down considerably and then ground to a complete halt. He started off in a teasing manner, kissing and nibbling up her inner thighs and then headed right to her wet center… licking along the folds, delving into her heated opening, teasing the tight pearl. Gabrielle grasped his head tighter, and the thought crossed her mind briefly that she could be cutting off his air. She fell back onto the desk, knocking a stapler and something heavier onto the floor. Donnie continued his delicious assault on her as she ran her foot up and down the length of the hardness in his lap. She felt one finger penetrate her, and then a second one, and she pressed down as he moved them in and out. Faintly, she became aware of footsteps again heading down the hall. Bad timing. She couldn’t suppress the sound building in her throat as Donnie lightly nipped and sucked at her clitoris. Her whole body went into spasm and she arched up off the desk. What would have been a long drawn out wail was muffled by Donnie who stood up at that precise instant and covered her mouth with his. She could taste herself on his tongue and lips and it excited her even more. “Sssshh, Gabrielle,” he whispered in her ear desperately.

The footsteps passed by, and Donnie swore under his breath, standing back and shedding his jacket and unbuttoning his trousers with a look of determination on his face. Gabrielle swung her legs around and stood up, noting his stunned expression, one that clearly asked, “You leaving me hanging?!”

She winked at him and bent over Celeste’s orderly desk, pulling her dress up over her delectable derrière. Looking back at him she whispered, "See anything you like???"

 

[Swashbuckler]

Donnie

Pale light, flickering form the streetlight shone eeriely through the parted blinds upon the milky whiteness of Gabrielle's ass. The crack darkening to shades of greys. Her pouting and swollen lips exposed in a shadowed mound, burning into the darkness of the office. "See anything you like?" She teased, coyly.

I answered with my cock, pulling my pants down, my pistol falling to the floor, cock leaping forth. I lunged at Gabrielle, sliding my throbbing self fully into her heated pussy. Her ass cheeks quaked from my impact. She was thrust against the desk. Gabrielle's arm, flailed out before her knocking some papers and a glass on to the tiles. The glass shattered as Gabrielle gasped, mouth wide.

I reached under her and squoze her left breast, rolling the nipple as I slowly twisted within her, trying to rub all of her shivering walls. Placing my right hand on her hip and slowly pumping in and out of Gabrielle, I listened to her restrained moan in the darkness. My fingers at her nipple caused a small gasp as they closed down tight, before suddenly releasing.

With both hands clutching her hips, fingers digging in slightly to her curves. I slowly withdrew, until all but the tip of my head was still nestled between her lips. Watching the pale light fall on my glistening flesh, I paused a moment before thrusting forward. Watching first the shadow and then the darkness of her lips devour me as I slammed forward. I held her tight against me, rubbing my groin against her swollen clit. Feeling her pussy ripling and sucking against me. I slowly withdrew again, watchign in fascination as I appeared in the pale light as first Gabrielle's talented pussy released me, desperate to pull me back inside. The her the shadow of her ass revealed me to the light. For an instant before I drove hard again into her. Pulling her hips to meet my thrust. Driving her body prone over the desk with the impact. Enjoying the bounce of her ass as I struck home. Savoring the gasping husky french she was moaning as I pummled her depths.

I watched myself appear and vainsh. Time and time again, with increasing speed and feroscity. Hammering away until there was just a blur of pale and darkness on my cock. A smoky grey haze of violent thrusts. Primal, intense, mindless...a blur. Figners digging in. Hands gripping, pulling tugging. Cock throbbing, swelling, slamming, retreating, plunging. Mouths panting, gasping moaning. Pussy contracting, sqeezing, rippling, sucking. Cheeks bouncing, shaking, quivvering. Desk's edge driving hard against four thighs. Lamp falling. Papers flying. Pencil rolling, tumbling. Scream of feminine release escpaing, escaping. Beads of sweat building, rolling. Masculine groans uttered, muttered, grunted. Breathes heated, struggled, desperate. Slamming home, pussy clenching, cock exploding...All in the blind striped pale glow of light and shadow.

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste Lord Corrigon

Celeste was pleasantly surprised when she opened a cupboard in the tiny kitchen. Either Uncle Pete had very good taste or he kept an Italian mistress out here, she thought wryly. Maybe both. She pulled down a large container of pasta, a bottle of good olive oil, tinned anchovies and capers, and jars of olives and canned tomatoes. Within minutes, she had a pot of water boiling and a fragrant sauce bubbling on the stove. Celeste searched again and found a bottle of Chianti.

Definitely an Italian mistress.

Inexplicably she couldn't find any silverware. Celeste had a wicked thought. Perhaps she should serve this dish the way it was meant to be eaten. The very idea made Celeste smile for the first time that evening. Why not. Why not, indeed. It would probably do them both some good to have a little fun. Maybe even seduce him a little. It wouldn't be the first time she had slummed it.

She poured two glasses of the earthy red wine and piled the pasta onto a single plate. Pushing the door open with her shoulder, she walked into the main room and laughed. Charlie still had his hat on.

"Mr. Barnes, do you mind if we eat in front of the fire. It's quite chilly in here."

Celeste walked over to the fireplace and set the glasses and plate on a crate. She looked around and saw a large trunk at the foot of the bed. In it, she found stacks of pillows and blanket. Pulling them out, she laid them in front of the fire. She sank down gratefully, picking up a glass of wine to hand to Charlie.

"Mr. Barnes, this is going to be an quite an informal meal. You might want to take your hat off."

Celeste's eyes sparkled with mischief.

"I couldn't find any silverware in the place. Just as well. This happens to be Pasta Puttanesca, otherwise known as the pasta of prostitutes in Italy. It's called that because, ladies of the night would make this exact sauce to feed to their clients after they had performed their 'other' services." Celeste's eyebrow went up as she said the word 'other'.

She untangled several strands of pasta with her fingers, the fragrant red sauce clinging to the strands.

"Have a seat, Mr. Barnes. If you're good, I'll let you have some."

Celeste tilted her head back and slid the long strands into her mouth before sucking each of her fingers clean.

"And if you're bad, I might even feed it to you." Her smile had gone from mischievous to wicked.

 

[TXExpress]

Charlie Barnes

I was getting very hungry. The food smelled good, too.

Barnes, you did it. Or, I guess, she did it. She's gotten to you. Admit it, you cynical, booze-soaked hack. You want to start sucking on those fingers covered with pasta and not stop 'til you've drained every last drop of her juices from within.

She knew her Italians. She knew her Italian whores. She knew ... a helluva lot, come to think of it. What more did she know?

I would find out. Later.

"So, doll. Define 'being good.' And define 'being bad.' "

Like she had to. She had a smile ... a real, honest-to-God smile ... on those fiery lips. I was all business. She meant business.

She was winning.

She plunged a finger down into the pasta and sauce mixture again, twirling it around her finger as if it were ...

Go ahead, Barnes, say it. As if it were me. Wrapped around the jeweled finger of this princess.

The finger slowly approaches my lips.

"One second, babe."

I remove my hat, and send it spinning across the cabin, landing God knows where.

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste Lord Corrigon

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste Lord Corrigon

"One second, babe"

Celeste lifted an eyebrow at being called 'babe', but her lips curved into a wry smiles as she watched the hat fly across the room. She turned her gaze back to Charlie, specifically focusing on his mouth.

"Open up, Mr. Barnes."

He parted his lips for her and Celeste fed him the bite of pasta. The long strands brushed against his chin and lips, leaving little droplet of sauce behind.

"Good?"

He nodded.

"Well then, this is bad."

Celeste gave the last word a bit of growl. She leaned into Charlie, resting her hands on his shoulders. With a soft pink tongue, she dabbed at the sauce on his chin. Her eyes were open and so were his, she noticed. At least they were until she started licking his lips with long strokes of her tongue.

 

[TXExpress]

Charlie Barnes

No doubt about it. She knew good from bad in the best way.

A part of me screamed not to give in. That's the same part of me that keeps me at this dame's father's slave ship, pouring booze down my throat for 16-hour days, hammering out the "news" that feeds the masses. It was time to shut it up. What better way than with a spicy tongue in my mouth?

So after a couple of teasing licks, my lips parted to invite her tongue in for a little party. As I pulled her closer and met her tongue with my own, I could not help but notice her robe opening ... slowly ... sliding away from those curves ... revealing that shining, pale white skin ... those breasts that could get a rise from one of Capone's corpses ... bright pink nipples ... an "inny" ... down to the tuft of hair that proves without question that she is a "natural."

I feel her start to draw the robe closed. I gently but firmly grasp her wrist and stop the motion.

"Too gorgeous to cover up, doll," I say, a softness entering my voice that I know she hasn't heard to this point.

I pull away momentarily, slowly unbuttoning my own shirt, removing it, then peeling away the undershirt now pressed against my skin by the sweat caused by the heat. The fire by this point has nothing to do with it. It's all her. It's all us.

As she peels away the robe to reveal her full upper body, leaving the bottom draped around her as she sits like a sculptor's model, I kick off my shoes and remove my socks, leaving me clad only in trousers. I eye the pasta mixture she's been using to feed my belly and raise my blood pressure. It's cooled enough to where ... well ...

"You don't mind if I try this off another plate, do you, doll?"

And with that, I dip my own finger in, but only to cover it with sauce. I then apply it to each of those nipples, hiding their pink with the bright, deep red of the sauce. It is warm enough to make her gasp, but not hot enough to bring pain.

And the only word I can think of when my lips wrap around first the left, then the right, to suck off every last drop?

Pleasure.

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste Lord Corrigon

"Too gorgeous to cover up, doll"

The soft caress that Charlie gave to the words thrilled Celeste. There was something about that. Something about when a man's passion creeps into his voice that moved her. Her lips parted in response, a subtle invitation and then she moaned as he undressed. A sheen of sweat glistened over his body, picking up the reflection of the fire, making the light dance over his chest. Celeste couldn't help but peel off her own robe, letting it fall gently around her waist.

"You don't mind if I try this off another plate, do you, doll?"

Her body anticipated what he was going to do before she did and she shivered with anticipation. Charlie covered both of her nipples with the warm wet sauce. When his mouth covered her left bud, Celeste threw her head back with the ecstasy of it - the teasing tingle of the spicy sauce and the sweet sucking of Charlie's mouth. Her hands caressed the back of his head and she ran her fingers through his hair, pressing him to her. His mouth made her entire being tingle, from the tips of her toes to the roots of fiery hair. Celeste Lord Corrigon was a woman blessed with exceeding sensitive nipples and Charlie was driving her closer to insanity with every caress of his mouth.

Her hands moved from Charlie's hair, down his back. Celeste let her fingernails play upon the bumps of his spine as they trailed downward. She hit the waistband of his trousers.

"I think we had better rid you of these, Mr. Barnes."

The husky lilt she gave to the statement betrayed the formality of the words.

 

[TXExpress]

Charlie Barnes

"I do believe you are right, doll."

I stand before her, her fingers clutching at the waistband of my trousers. The pants slide down as I pull to my full height; she assists them over the knees and ankles and feet, leaving me in boxers alone. The loose front looks a lot like a bazaar tent as my rod strains at the small opening. The sight makes her giggle. And ... well, damned if I didn't blush a little. For a second.

"Should we rid me of these as well?"

Her teeth provide the answer. She moves to my side, the remainder of her robe falling away to revel her body fully, and takes the top of the remaining undergarment between her teeth, pulling them down slowly, her chin brushing against my leg and causing the ol' flagpole to become fully erect.

She then kisses her way up my right leg ... over the shin ... over the knee ... up the thigh. Her luscious, full lips now sit like a clarinet player's in one of those ritzy bands.

My instrument awaits. Fully tuned. Ready to make sweet music with this clasy dame.

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste Lord Corrigon

The taste of his skin thrilled Celeste. So did the sweet little moans he uttered when she kissed her way up his leg. He had strong thighs. She liked that in a man. The muscles were tense with anticipation. Not as taunt as his cock though. Celeste smiled. She liked that too.

She brought up a exquisitely manicured hand and ran her fingers over the sensitive skin of his testicles. Her touch seemed to make him quiver above her. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. The robe fell away from her body completely as Celeste rose to her knees. She looked up into Charlie's eyes as she dabbed her tongue delicately at the head of his cock, her touch as softly teasing as when she had licked his chin earlier. The noise he uttered was simply delighted Celeste.

"I do believe I am enjoying you, Mr. Barnes. And I think you are enjoying me too.

Celeste gave a wicked little laugh before she began to run her tongue up and down the length of his shaft with long, silky strokes, caressing him with the warm wetness of her tongue.