Reunions (Closed)

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

The tears came then, hot and wet down her cheeks as his hands marked her ass again and again. The tears were not of sadness through, rather a release of tensions within her and, even though she was sobbing at the end of it, her desires had flared red hot and her pussy was dripping wet.

With every pass of his fingers on her heated skin, she jerked and squirmed, moaned and murmured his name until she couldn't catch her breath anymore. Finally, she gave into the burning in her pussy and thruast her hips up toward him, begging with her body as she spoke.

"Brandon," She gasped,"I need you now. Fuck me, Baby, please."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

"On your knees wench," he says in a mock growl, "so I can fuck you like the bitch in heat that you are for me."

"Hurry before the spanking begins again," he says as he gets off her legs.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill eagerly and quickly got on her knees and waved her ass at him, thrusting it out enticingly and dancing it before him.

"Come and take what is and always will be yours, Love," She said, her voice thick with desire,"Come feel how hot your wanton wench is and then fill me with your cock like I want you to so badly."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

"Reach back wench. Pull your pussy lips wide open and show me the hole you want fucked. Show me your drooling cunt and I'll stretch, plug, fill and fuck it until you have to walk bowlegged tomorrow wench," he says before spanking both cheeks one more time and harder then dragging his nails over them both.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill gasped and moaned again, not flinching from his hand on her but thrusting her ass back at him as his nails dug into her flesh. Reaching one hand under her, she used her fingers to spread the lips of her pussy which were wet, the odor of her desire filling the room.

"Here," She said in a thick voice,"Fuck me here, Love. Fill me so full of you I can't think of anything else. I need you so much. Please, don't keep me waiting."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

Her need and want was clear in her voice. Brandon moved the scant inches to close the distance and rammed his cock into her to it's base with one hard thrust.
His balls swung and hit between the lips she was holding open to land right on her clit as he ground onto her cervix and scratched her ass once again.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill drew in a breath that felt as if it would burst her lungs as her clit jumped in response to the contact with him and the feeling of his cock deep inside her, where they both knew it belonged.

Thrusting back at him, she tried to take in every bit of him, her head now resting on her forearms to get her ass up in the air as far as possible, to give him the most access to her.

She didn't need to say a word now, her actions and the soft gutteral moans coming from her told him of her desire for him, her love and need.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

His movements were now slow, almost languid as he'd bury his cock into her wet depths to bump her cervix before pulling back out again so he could repeat it over and over.

Now and then he'd spank one ass cheek or hip or the other. He dragged his nails down her sides tickling as he aroused. He lightly slapped the outside of one breast then the other before scratching at each of them and all the while his cock slowly fucked his love, his soul mate's cunt as his balls swung to tap her clit each time his cock's head hit on her cervix.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Didn't matter what she was wearing now, it was Tanya.

Some things you can't hide unless you really try, and the way she instantly scanned the room on instinct was one of them.

Now what to do...he could talk to her, but then what...

Ok, now he was being a chickenshit...

He started walking for the door and his stomach tightened up. Facing armed thugs, fine...facing a woman he had feelings for...he would rather face the thugs.

He entered the coffee bar and ordered a large (the assholes call them a "tall") regular coffee, recieving a look from the cashier because he refused the flavor of the day.

He walked over to her and decided to dive right in.
"So. Long time no see Tanya. You here in town on buisness, personal or what?"

 

[poohlive]

He was a simple man, a young man, one of those men that always seemed to find a nice hot piece of ass under his arm, no matter how much of a jerk he was. It was the sway of things, the fate of the world, a cute face made up for a lot of things, and this guy definitely had something that made it hard to turn down.
He leaned sharply against the door, pressing his ear to the confined wood.
The door wasn't locked, he'd checked...
A safe neighborhood, a nice one, one where you let your kids stay out passed dark if they gave you those puppy dog eyes.
He heard a moan, a sharp yelp, and the sound of flesh pounding against flesh.
They were busy, he smiled.
The door opened with ease, not much sound above a whisper.
He looked inside, seeing the small but pleasent furnishings. Inside now, the sound was louder.
The man paused a moment, hearing the rhythm, trying to see if they had stopped or even slowed down. No, it was clean, they kept going.
She was taking it like a fucking cunt, wasn't she?
The man smiled, moving with care inside the living room. He went into the kitchen, opened up the fridge, and grabbed a beer.
The bedroom door was open, if he peeked beyond the hallway, he might have even seen her down on her knees, getting fucked like she should have...
But he wouldn't risk it. A beer and a momento were enough for now, when they had more time, and better circumstances, things would be different.
He paused, and with a gloved hand took out a paper bag, setting it down in the archway between the front door. A small white paperbag, the bottom was dark red though. Inside, was nothing more than a showerhead, a small unscrewed bloody showerhead.
"A reminder, from a friend," He whispered, drinking his beer and walking out, leaving the front door open. Their love making now spilling out into the safe safe neighborhood.
A smile emerged.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill cried out in a strangled voice as Brandon's cock was buried deep inside her and she thrust back at him as best as she could. The pain/pleasure of the moment blurred every thought but him from her mind and caused her desire for him, for this man who meant more than life itsel to her, to heighten until she could feel an orgasm building up within her.

"Oh, Baby," She moaned as fire and ice ran through her making her shiver and feel she was burning up at the same time,"I'm going to cum, Love, I'm going to cum all over you!"

Her body shook, her pussy squeezed him and she felt her stomach knot as her orgasm sparked with every thrust of his manhood into her. She shuddered every time she felt him push against her cervix, the increadible and overwhelming feelings taking over her completly.

"Harder, Baby, More" She moaned,"Harder and faster, I don't want to cum until you do. I want to be there with you when I do!"

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

Tanya had just ordered a coffee and was spilling sugar into it. Alot of sugar. Hell, she had cut down on cigarettes, did they expect her to become an angel all in one lifetime?

When the voice came, it was totally unexpected. It was the voice of the man she had resigned herself to never hearing again. It made her hand jerk and she hit the cup, sloshing some of the liquid onto the table top.

Turning slowly to look up at him, she swallowed hard. There was no mistaking that face. The hair and clothes were different but the eyes, the mouth and chin, every feature was Hank Meyers.

"Hank!" She said, the surprise apparent in her voice, her face blank from surprise. She must look like an idiot sitting there staring at him as if he were a ghost.

Partially recovering from her shock, she tried to remember what he had asked her. It was a moment or two before it clicked. "What? Oh, no," She said, blinking, her eyes finally focusing fully on him,"I took an apartment in town. I'm trying to set up a business venture and wanted to be closer to where I plan to work."

Finally realizing that he was still standing, she gestured to the seat across from her. "Won't you sit down? Sorry about not asking before. I wasn't expecting to see you."

I wasn't expecting you to walk back into my life just when I was trying, even unsuccessfully to forget you She amended in her own mind. But that she couldn't and wouldn't say to him. That was asking for trouble and she had long ago put trouble on hold.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

He gives her ass cheeks one more smack each then an arm curls around her to she can find and start to flick and rub her clit as he hammers her cervix wish short hard strokes as he feels himself closer and closer to fulfilling Jill's wish with each stroke, with each time he hits her cervix and rubs it.

"Clooose babbby, fucking clooose," he groans out.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Literally growling, Jill pushes back at him, reaching down to finger herself as she feels him fill her, stretch her and move inside of her. Her frustration at the barrier that keeps him from reaching to the deepest depths with her, makes her wriggle in his hold.

"Deeper, Brandon, deeper," She groans,"I want to feel you all the way inside of me when you cum. All the way, baby, all the way."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

His hips pull back so the tip of the head is all touching her then he tightens his ass, his thighs and back and RAMS his cock into her trying to give her what she's begged for.

The head slams onto her cervix to begin the stretching process in a hard and painful but faster way.

Again and again he slams into her pounds against her cervix until finally, as he's gasping for breath and panting, as he sweat drips onto her the head of his cock and a bit of shaft passes her cervix. Then the strokes become short and lightening fast as he fucks her cunt and womb howling out his pleasure and claim of his soul mates womb.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill yells out at the pain that spreads through her as he takes her so forcefully but she is as unrelenting as he is. With each of his thrusts, she thrusts her hips back at him with all the force she can muster, wanting to feel him even past the point that her natural barrier.

With each painful thrust, she cries out but not for him to stop, to continue. The pain mixes with the pleasure and Jill is hard put to keep her orgasm from erupting until he releases with her.

When she feels him take her one more time and feels the barrier give, she stiffens and tightens her pussy around his hard, insistant manhood as his strokes become faster but no less possessive.

"Yesss, baby, yess," She moans as she holds him inside of her so tightly that her tunnel is like a vice,"That's it. Cum with me, Brandon, I'm going to cum and I want you to be there with me."

As soon as her words are out of her mouth, she feels the tell tell clenching of her muscles as her orgasm literally explodes, drenching them both in her juices and then mingling with his own as she feels him spend his seed as deeply as he can, his cries of pleasure urging her own climax to draw out, her pussy to clutch and mold itself to his cock, to squeeze him dry until there is nothing left.

"Oh, baby, yes, oh Brandon, I love you so much," She murmurs as she lays there, accepting the incredible gift he has just given her.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

"Mine," he pants, "now and forever. My love, my soulmate, my slut and whore and my queen. My life and my love."

His arms pull her tightly to him and they lay spooned as his cock very slowly begins to soften inside of her and fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch slide from her cum filled womb as they pant and gasp for air.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill falls against him, grateful for his strong arms as she murmurs in agreement. "Oh, yes, my sweet Love, whatever you want me to be."

When they are snuggled close, she laughs softly as she gasps for air. "I don't think that it's the daily running that is keeping the chocolate from making me fat. I think it's the nightly exercise that keeps my hips trim."

As his cock softens and slips from her, she turns and places her head on his chest, yawning just as her stomach gives a rumble. With another laugh, she leans up on one elbow and leans over to kiss his chest just above his heart, smiling as she feels it beating under her lips.

"Guess even the chocolate isn't up to the Brandon Smythe Exercise Routine. I think I need something more substancial." Before he could offer to go for something, she presses her fingers against his lips and says,"And I will go get it. We have some cold cuts in the fridge. Add some veggies and bread from that wonderful bakery you found and we can have a proper midnight meal. I'll grab another glass for you while I'm up and we can enjoy a less strenuous time while I try to wheedle the tale of what you have been up to lately out of you."

Sliding from the bed, not bothering to put on any clothes, her first steps more than a bit unsteady, she only stops to glare at Brandon's chuckle at the obvious effect his love making has had on her before going out into the hall and heading for the kitchen.

Before she reaches it, however, she feels a cool breeze and can smell the clean, crisp mountain air that fills the house. Puzzled, she pads her way to the front door to see it open, Brandon's clothing strewn from the door to the hallway, she laughs softly. She must be quite a seductress to get her overprotective man to forget to close the door much less turn on the security system they had had installed first thing when they had moved in.

Reaching the door, she notices a small, brown paper bag and a slow smile crosses her face. It must be the 'project' that Brandon has been working on. In his haste to get to her he must have dropped it and forgotten it. Picking it up as she closes the door, she turns to put it away, stops and gets a mischievious grin. If Brandon knew she had looked at it before he was ready to unveil it he would surely turn her over his knees. Then again it just might be worth it and a little peek couldn't hurt all that much. She would just act surprised when he took it out and showed her. Besides, she needed a hint on where the dart had to land tomorrow night in order to let him unveil it in the first place.

Looking back over her shoulder, making sure that he had not followed her from the bedroom, she opened the bag and looked in it. A puzzled frown creases her forehead as she looks at a small metal object covered in what what looked like dark red paint. What could he be thinking with this thing? It gave her no clue to what space the dart had to land in. She would just have to hit 'Brandon's choice' in order to find out, she guessed.

Reaching in, curiosity overtaking her, she pulled out the object and let it lie in her hand. It looked like a shower head but not one of the fancy ones with the built in massagers that he could use to initiate sexual play. And what was it covered in. Dropping the bag on a small table by the door, Jill ran a finger through the wet, red stuff, sniffing at it and rolling it between her fingers. The copper smell, the stickiness. It looked like...but it couldn't be...blood?

Jill felt a wave of dizziness pass over her as she stared at her hands, now covered in the stuff. Visions of being at one of Taylor's slave sites, her trick to cause a distraction by pulling the shower head out so the place was flooded, seared through her mind and the horror of that time spent being tortured and taunted, scared and alone swept over her as the dizziness increased and the shower head dropped from numb fingers onto the rug.

Far off in the distance she heard a woman scream as the edge of her vision dimmed and diminished and, as the floor came rushing up to meet her, she realized that the scream had come from her own lips. And then she knew nothing more.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon Smythe:

Brandon was laying on the bed totally satiated with a big smile on his face playing a mental movie of all that they'd just shared, both physically and emotionally, when Jill's shriek of horror and fear filled the quiet house.

He was out of bed, the pistol in his night stand drawer in his hand and he was running naked down the hall then downstairs. As he took the stairs two and three at a time he saw Jill laying on the floor in a naked heap and scanned the hall and doorways leading off the foyer and out the open front door.

Reaching his love he dropped to one knee and found she was breathing and no obvious signs of injury or wounds. He ignored what ever it was that was lying beside her, rose and went to the front door switching on the yard flood lights as he did.

Standing inside the dark house so he couldn't be spotted he checked the front yard and porch. Seeing no one and nothing he closed the door and locked the locks and pushed closed the slide bolt.

Then he quickly went through the whole first floor checking all of the rooms and closets and bolting closed and locking the doors leading to the basement and garage before hurrying back to Jill and lifting her so she lay across his lap and held her against his chest waiting for her to come to again.

As he waited he picked up and looked at what he found was a bloody showerhead and wondered what the hell it was and where it'd come from.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

In Jill's mind, a horror movie was playing. In it she was chained the the bed once again and Taylor was standing over her, his face a horrible mask of lust, greed and cruelty. He was telling her he wanted something, telling her he wanted her, that he loved her, that he was going to let men rape her, was going ot rape her himself. In the background she could hear the other men though she oculdn't see them. She oculd feel hands on her, though, Taylor's hands and she tried to move away from his touch but her shackles wouldn't let her.

She was confused and her head hurt, pain shot through her body and she cried out that she didn't know what he wanted, couldn't give it to him, wouldn't give it to him.

Then she was suddenly in the shower, in a room, trapped with Taylor. The shower came on but it wasn't water that came out, it was blood. Jill screamed as the sticky red liquid hit her and she could taste it in her mouth, choked as it ran down her throat and into her nose. She pounded on the shower door yelling for Taylor to open it but all she could hear was his laughter. Sobbing, Jill fell to her knees as the stall filled with blood.

In the dream, she sobbed out,"NO! NO! NO! NO!" And woke shouting out the words. In her distress and only half conscious, she felt herself being held tight and fought against her confines, Taylor's face still floating before her and she did not associate the arms about her as Brandon's.

"Let me go, you Bastard!" Jill screamed at her captor as she fought like a wild cat, trying to free herself,"I won't give you what you want, I won't. I don't have it! Leave me alone! Damn you to hell!"

 

[Evil Attorney]

Hank sat in the chair, whincing as the pain in his groin stabbed at him. It wasn't because of a hard-on, but the extra training he was doing.

Oh well, that which didn't kill him...just made him wish he died so he would have a break...

"Its nice to see you. So, you are setting up shop here in town? Doing the same thing or have you started on a different carrer?"

Up close she was hotter than before. She looked very nice outof her leathers.

Very nice...

"I'm just in town for a few months for the training. In a while I'll probably move on to another school. Making the Grand Tour of all the reputable schools these days.

I'm renting a nice townhouse down by the waterfront. Can I intrest you in dinner some time?"

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

Tanya noticed Hank's grimace and raised her eyebrows. "Hard day at work or are you not too thrilled about the company?"

It was a bit of the old Tanya resurfacing. Without waiting for a reply, she searched for a topic that was neutral. This was not exactly an easy meeting but she found she would reather sit through an uncomfortable sesson with him than have him get up and go out that door.

"So, how are Brandon and Jill? He's been having a pretty good spell with his photography I hear but I haven't kept up with your sister."

 

[Evil Attorney]

Hank laughed.

"No, I'm more than happy to see you here, its just that the training with Kelly Worden in JKD is killing me. Its a little intense, and I'm having a devil of a time keeping myself intact.

As for working...I'm not these days. I'm being frugal, but living off my savings.

I haven't talked to Jill and Brandon in a few days, I hear they are doing well, probably screwing themselves into bliss these days, but I didn't ask, and they didn't say. Its really none of my affair as long as Jill is safe and sound.

You mentioned setting up shop in town, but didn't elaborate on it...What kind of buisness are you doing these days? "

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

Tanya frowned at the question. She wasn't really sure if she wanted to tell him how much of a failure she had been at this new business. But, not seeing any graceful way out and knowing she had approached the subject first, she decided to reply and at least tell him a bit of it anyway.

Taking out a cigarette, she tapped it on the counter, not lighting it even though the coffee shop allowed it and provided ashtrays. She had cut down but the habit of holding one while in an uncertain situation remained.

"Well," She began hesitantly,"After the Brandon Smythe case things kind of settled down. I don't usually run after the hard core cases. Just a small time jumper every now and then to keep my hand in and my skills up to snuff."

She shrugged. "I thought more about becoming a PI after that case and decided to see if it wasn't possible. I've been out looking for investors for it, going to meetings and testing the waters, so to speak, for a few weeks now."

The fact that she hadn't found anyone willing to back her small company was not spoken. She didn't want to seem like she was looking for a handout. Especially not from him. Having feelings for him was hard, having them reawaken after months of not being around him was harder, being obligated to him while fighting her feelings for him would be pure hell.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Hank thought for a while...Tanya was a good investigator. She didn't let her emotions run her case, and she was tough, smart and a pitbull when she needed to be.

"Do you have a buisness plan? Any other paperwork which would be of use to a perspective investor? A scrap book of cases you participated in? Maybe even a letter of two from law enforcement officials you worked with in the past? Someone from FBI's HRT or maybe LAPD or NYPD swat?"

From the hesitancy of her tone, she probably wasn't having much success. Hank was willing to invest in her, as he had confidence, but she probably wasn't willing to accept that.

As an investor, he would have power over her, and that was something he knew she wouldn't accept...

But if she won the money from him...then it would be hers fair and square...

But what game...poker? Poke her, he thought happily...

Shoot against her? Hand to hand? Something else in their mutual intrests?

"Have you tried competing in any of the National Tatical Invitationals? I hear the purse can be pretty good"