"The Laundromat King" (closed)

It was a great way to start the morning. Michael thoroughly enjoyed his soapy hands moving over Hannah's body. When he turned her around and pressed her to the shower wall, Michael slipped into her tight pussy from behind. Nibbling her earlobe as he pushed deeper into her tight pussy, Michael whispered to her, "another sober experience you will remember."

They moved perfectly together, and when he felt her body begin to shake in orgasm, he erupted deep inside of her; filling her with giant ropes of thick cum. He held Hannah up and kissed her neck and shoulders. If he hadn't held onto her, he would have had to pick her up off the shower floor.

After several minutes of holding her in his arms, they resumed the normal activities of a shower and washed to prepare for the meeting. Michael had a feeling that if it wasn't for that meeting, Hannah and he would have spent the day in a sexual marathon.

Once they were dressed and headed out, Hannah said she to go get her cell. Michael continued out of the building. Once outside, he stopped and looked around. He was far from a hardened criminal, but he felt the need to check the surroundings before going to the Bronco. He saw two people sitting in a car and then, as he looked further down the street he saw a police car sitting at the curb with two officers in it.

He took a deep breath and thought for a second. Where could he ditch the bag so that they wouldn't find it. He thought about behind a row of bushes, but was certain they would look there. Then. he saw a woman get out of an SUV and take her child into the building.

Michael moved toward the woman's Escalade and placed the bag, and the keys to the Bronco in the rear wheel well on top of the tire. He continued to walk until he was accosted by the police. They led him to the Bronco where they frisked him.

Not finding what they were looking for, the two detectives started firing questions at him... Where was the bag? Who are you delivering for? Where are the keys to the Bronco?

"Officers, I have no idea what you are talking about. I just came out of that door over there. I spent a night with a beautiful woman and I came out here and you grabbed me. I don't know anything about a bag. I don't know what you are talking about when it comes to delivering, and I certainly don't know anything about the keys to this Bronco."

He was surprised at how well he kept his cool. He hoped that Hannah saw what was going on and did not come outside. He also hoped that the woman in the Escalade stayed home for a while.

After going through the questions with him, the female detective asked him if he would mind coming down town to answer some questions. "Detective, are those questions any different than the questions you have already asked me and that I have already answered? If not, I would have to decline."

The police were frustrated, but eventually let him go, but not before they walked the front of the building that he had exited; finding nothing. As he walked away, he texted Hannah and told her where the bag was and that she should have an Uber pick her up and take them to the rental car place.
 
Taylor Riggs didn't believe this man for a moment; she hadn't become a Detective First Class because she couldn't read people. But they had nothing on him and -- after calling his name in to the Precinct -- she found that he had a clean record other than a few parking tickets and a couple of levied but dismissed fines for a laundromat, which apparently was his career of choice.

"Mister Sheehan, I think you are exactly who I think you are, and I think you are doing exactly what I think you are doing, and I want you to know that if you continue down this path, you're looking to get yourself arrested … or killed."

She handed him her business card and told him before she and Paul left, "If you decide to tell me the truth and get yourself out of this … call me. I'll meet you anywhere, anytime … and I'll protect you from the people who are making you do this."

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Moments later, when her cell chimed the text from Michael, the now trembling-in-fear Hannah nearly leapt out of her shoes. She read the message, looked for the cops, and then casually wandered out into the parking lot to snatch up the old gym bag. She set a path through some of the larger vehicles that led her safely away, then sat on a sidewalk bench and sobbed for a good couple of minutes. She'd been involved with Alexis for many years, but this was the first time she'd been so close to being put into a woman's prison for the rest of her natural life. She looked to the bag and realized just how many years of incarceration these bricks of heroine entailed.

She snatched out her phone and dialed, but it wasn't to Uber or Lyft or even the local taxi company, of which one of their cars was just pulling up to a neighborhood building, dropping off a fare. Instead, after a moment, Hannah said to the person at the other end of the line, "We have a problem."

After she explained, she received instructions and set upon them immediately.

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Minutes after that, the two big black Suburbans Michael had seen in front of his place earlier in the week pulled up to where he was awaiting Hannah and her rented ride. The window of on lowered, and as a second goon stepped out of and gave way to the back door, the casino night chauffeur told Michael, "Get in."

The call Hannah had made was to Alexis.
 
Michael waited for Hannah to come get him. He sat on a wall at the side of a strip mall. When he looked up and saw the two black SUVs stop in front of him, he shook his head, "What the fuck?"

He was ordered into the back seat and the door was closed sharply behind him. Sitting there was Alexis. "How the fuck did she find this all out already?" he wondered. Then, nodding his head he realized it was Hannah. He knew where her loyalties were.

Alexis started asking him questions about his interaction with the police. He told her that he had shared nothing. He denied knowing about a bag. He denied knowing anything about the Bronco. "They found nothing on me. I don't know how they connected me to anything, but they knew more than they should."

The SUVs stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse. Michael was dragged out of the backseat and into the warehouse. In the basement of the warehouse he was duct taped to a chair and told by the goons who were with him that he better come clean.

One of Alexis' enforcers started going through his pockets. Michael was glad he had dumped the cops cared in a trash can before getting to the strip mall. He did not want to be seen as an informant and end up like Skeeter.

After several hours of questioning, during which violence was threatened, but never actually committed, Michael was freed from the chair and dragged out to the remaining SUV.

Michael was dumped outside a high-end restaurant and told to go inside; Alexis was waiting for him. When he walked into the restaurant, he was shocked at what he saw; Alexis was sitting at a table talking with Karen. He stopped dead in his tracks. "What the fuck is this all about?"
 
Karen's mouth fell open at the profanity, chastising simply, "Michael!"

As she stood to come around the table to approach her FWB, Karen looked to the woman as the table and said, "I'm sorry, he's not usually like this. It's just … well … we recently..."

She let it go as she took Michael by the hand and urged him toward the table. She said with a polite tone, "Michael, I want you to meet someone. Michael, this is Alexis Frink. Alexis, this is Michael … Michael Sheehan, a good and long time friend of mine … all the way back to our single digit ages."

Alexis had stood, and now she offered out her hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Michael. Karen has told me so much about you … during out three lunches together."

"Four!" Karen corrected, before correcting herself, "No, three. That dinner at the museum fundraiser, that wasn't lunch, was it?"

Alexis's hand was still out before her as she smiled politely to her newest money launderer.
 
He was shocked by the fact that Karen and Alexis were sitting together. He was stunned to find out that it was the fourth time they had been together. What the fuck was Alexis up to.

He took Alexis' hand. "It is very nice to meet you Ms. Frink." After sitting down at the table Michael looked from one woman to the next. "So, how is it that the two of you came to know each other?"

Michael knew what this was. This was Alexis' way of delivering a message. She wasn't threatening him, but she was threatening to harm Karen if things did not go the way that she wanted them to go.

Alexis was good. She was delivering her message subtly, and Karen had absolutely no idea of the danger she was in. Michael couldn't even tell her after this meeting, because Karen would not be able to hide it the next time that her and Alexis got together.
 
"Oh, it's the strangest thing," Karen answered when Michael asked about how the two women had met. I was coming out of your building..."

She went quiet a moment, leaned closer to Michael, and said barely above a whisper, "I'll explain why later, but ... I'm sorry."

Karen rose to height again and was about to continue, but Alexis cut in, saying, "I have a friend in your building, Michael ... do you mind if I call you Michael...? I have a friend who lives there, and I bumped into your friend there, and we found we had some things in common, and there we are."

Karen kicked in again, talking about all the wonderful lunches they'd shared. When Karen mentioned her guilt for not having picked up a check yet, Alexis laughed. "I refuse to let you pay for lunches to which I invited you. Besides, I have lots of money, thanks to a wealthy and now dead husband who left me sitting pretty. I have made some great investments, so, if all goes well, money will never be an issue for me."

Alexis met Michael's gaze and, in a knowing tone, said, "So long as the people who work for me do as they are told and don't get … distracted by others who have an interest in my business … I will be fine … they will be fine … and the people about whom they care will be fine."

She let that sink into Michael's brain for a moment, then looked to Karen; the other woman had a bit of a confused expression, as if she thought she'd read something different in the statement. Alexis laughed it off, saying, "I have to deal with a lot of corporate espionage and such. You know, secret recipes and such..."

She again looked to Michael, finishing, "Things I wouldn't want anyone else to know."
 
Michael listened to the two women tag team the story of their meeting. At first he wondered what Karen had been doing in his building. "Of course you can call me Michael, after all, that is my name."

He nodded his head as he listened to Alexis talk about having a friend in his building. "You would never associate with anyone in my building, who are you kidding," he thought. He tried to maintain a straight face, because he did not want to endanger Karen.

The verbal threat directed at him was just overkill. There was no reason for Alexis to threaten him the way she was. The message delivered through the mere presence of the two women together was plenty, and he was surprised that Alexis would risk Karen getting suspicious.

"I can understand that you would never want your competitors to know anything about you business. I don't blame you for being overly cautious around your employees. You also have to be careful about contractors you do business with, as well, because you never know when they might try to bring you down." Michael hoped that Alexis got his message.
 
And get his message Alexis did. She smiled to him, letting him know that she was happy to find them on the same page. She faked a bit of a flinch of surprise, pulled out her phone, and told them with a feigned tone of disappointment, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I've been waiting for news of a meeting, and I just got it."

She rose to Karen's verbalized disappointment, apologized again, then promised that they would all three have dinner very soon. She looked right at Michael as she said, "And, Michael, I love that you understand business the same way I do. Karen tells me that you are a small businessman … laundromats, yes?"

Karen chimed in, talking about how Michael had recently purchased his second location and that both were doing better than they ever had.

"Well, as it would happen," Alexis said as she dug into her little purse, "I have a friend who has a string of dry cleaning and laundry businesses. You probably know his chain, The Laundromat King. Corny, I know. Anyway, he's trying to get out of the business … old, you know, and not interested in spending his golden years steaming shirts … and I think he would be very interested in talking to someone like you, Michael … maybe a lease-to-own situation."

She dropped two one $100 bills on the table, telling Karen, "That's for lunch, and I want you to order something the Chef calls the Dekadentes Dessert von Düsseldorf. It's the most incredible pudding cake you will ever eat … and I think it's about eighty bucks … but it's on me and you can't deny me this because you have introduced me to your wonderful friend and, if I'm lucky, he'll buy out my friend's chain and I won't have to listen to him bitch and moan anymore about how he hates permanent press."

She laughed, leaned over to give Karen a kiss on the cheek, and offered her hand out to Michael once more. "It's been a pleasure meeting you. I'm sure we'll see each other again in the future to talk about business."
 
Michael looked at Karen after Alexis left the restaurant. "Wow, aren't you moving up town with your friends? I didn't know you ran in such expensive circles." He watched for her reaction, but got nothing more than an angry glare.

He wanted to tell her that she was being used by Alexis; she was nothing more than a pawn in the game that Alexis was playing, but he didn't. Karen would never believe him, and she would say something to Alexis that would let Alexis know that Michael told Karen about the dirty dealings Alexis was involved in. That could be deadly for Michael.

Karen got up and walked away from Michael and headed for the exit. He followed her out, trying to talk to her as she walked swiftly. She ignored him the whole way, until she wanted to make sure he didn't follow her anymore. She yelled something about not wanting to talk with a liar, and turned and stormed off. All he could do was hope that someday she would listen to him.

Catching an Uber back to his place, Michael thought about what Alexis had mentioned about someone selling a string of laundromats. If he got involved in the deal, it would only tie him tighter to the illegal activity Alexis was involved in. If he didn't get involved, it would mean he would end up like Skeeter.
 
(OOC: The picture for Karen isn't the original model. I needed to use this one for this context. Hope you don't mind.)

The close call with the police had so scared Hannah that for the next three weeks she'd restricted her dealings with Michael to doing the books every Friday night and nothing more.

Karen had been even less accessible to Michael. She'd left town for work the day after the lunch with Alexis and had only returned four days ago, and she'd been screening his calls and texts.

Michael's laundromat and laundry jobs had both been doing better. The drug deal had been handled by Alexis's people, which was the good news; the bad news was that Michael wasn't that keen on purchasing the Laundromat King locations while Alexis was ready, eager, and even impatient to get the papers signed and the new operation up and running. She knew something had to be done to light a fire under Michael's ass, and she had an idea on how she could do that and have fun at the same time.



Friday Night:

Hannah had finished the books for the week and forced herself to leave the laundry as quickly as she could. Michael had been working in and out of the office, and she'd been unable to keep her eyes off of him as it had been a month since she'd last had sex … with him, of course. And although she couldn't know what was going to his head, Hannah thought she caught Michael looking at her hungrily as well, though, it could have simply been her imagination.

Not 10 minutes after she was gone, Michael's phone alerted him to a text from Karen: Come to my place right now.
Door's unlocked. Urgent!


When Michael arrived and entered without knocking, Karen was walking through her loft from the kitchen toward her bedroom with a bottle of champagne and two fluted glasses. She stopped suddenly with a shocked expression. She asked with a surprised voice, "Why are you here?"

"Funny time to ask that now, don't you think?" a female voice responded before Michael could answer. When the man took another step forward, the woman sitting naked on the couch covered -- in no hurry -- the womanly features of her naked body, saying with a smile and humor, "Well, this is embarrassing."
 
Michael took out his phone and looked down at it. Then he looked at Karen and then toward Alexis. He knew immediately what had happened. This was all Alexis' doing. She was the Great Manipulator, and she had certainly played Karen well.

"I got a text that said I should get here quickly. I was worried about you, so, I came right away. I guess there really was no need to worry. You seem like you are doing just fine. I must say, the company you are keeping is impressive."

Standing there with his eyes going back and forth from the barely covered Karen to Alexis, who was making a very feeble attempt to cover her wonderful body, Michael wondered what he should do. It was obvious that Karen wanted him to leave. However, Alexis had sent him the text from Karen's phone, so, it was obvious that she wanted him to be here.

"I am very sorry for interrupting your evening Ms. Frink. I, obviously, misinterpreted a text message that I received. I did not mean to interrupt your evening. I will just let myself out, and touch base with Karen another time."
 
"I got a text that said I should get here quickly," Michael said.

As he went on, Karen snatched her cell phone from the kitchen table where she'd left it; there was no such text! But she couldn't accuse Michael of lying in front of her guest. It was obvious that he hadn't expected her to have company, that he'd come over to try to patch things up, and that the best thing to do now was to say, "Oh, yeah ... sorry ... that, um ... actually, I wrote that last night late and didn't send it ... 'cause if was so late. I must have sent it on accident."

Karen set the phone down again and -- trying to appear casual -- wrapped her arms around her torso, partially concealing her bosom. She didn't know why she did it; it wasn't as if Michael hadn't seen her naked a couple of hundred times, and she wasn't even naked.

But her guest was. Not only was Alexis naked, but -- looking back over her shoulder -- Karen could see that Alexis was making little effort to hide herself. Maybe that was why she had covered herself up, to hint to Alexis … of fuck, what did it matter now.

"I am very sorry for interrupting your evening Ms. Frink," Michael went on as Karen was trying to figure out what to do. "I, obviously, misinterpreted a text message that I received."

Alexis smiled politely, responding, "No worries, Michael. We'd only just gotten started, so--"

"Oh my god..." Karen murmured, glancing back to her guest then at Michael; her face was once again a bright red. She stared at Michael with an expectant expression, whispering, "What."

"I did not mean to interrupt your evening," Michael repeated, turning for the door. "I will just let myself out, and touch base with Karen another time."

Karen watched Michael almost all the way to the door, then looked back to find Alexis mouthing talk to him while giving her a go, go gesture. She hurried across the floor catching him just before he opened it.

"Listen, Michael, I'm sorry, I just..." She looked back to the living room but from here couldn't see Alexis. She held his hands an in barely more that a whisper told him, "I love you, I always have … and I still love making love to you … always have. I just … I dunno … Alexis and I, we started hanging out, and one thing led to another, and … you know me, I always wanted to … you know … with another woman--"

"Wait..."

They both looked down the hall to find Alexis standing there in Karen's thigh length silk robe. She smiled and asked, "You've never been with another woman before?"

Karen felt her face explode again, something her fair skin simply couldn't hide. Meekly, she answered, "No."

Alexis only responded with a soft, "Oh."

"Is that a problem?" Karen asked, oblivious.

"No … oh no, not at all," Alexis replied as she began moving closer to the pair with a slow sashay in her hips that wasn't normally there. She continued, "It's just … I was thinking … this'll be your first time with another woman … but it won't be mine. Sorry, I don't mean that it won't be special … I'm sure it will be."

By now, Alexis was within arms reach of the two as they just stood there staring at her. She smiled to each of them, then in a rather suggestive manner she said, "I was just thinking that … maybe it would be nice if tonight … we both got to experience something new."

She hesitated a moment, then said, "I've never been with lovers before … two people who love and care for one another like the two of you do."

Alexis smiled a bit wider, shrugged her shoulders, and finished, "Just … thinking out loud."
 
As Michael headed toward the door, he knew exactly what Alexis had done. She had spoofed Karen's number and sent the text. She wanted Michael to know just how close she was getting to Karen. Hell, you couldn't get much closer.

Karen approached him at the door. He was surprised to hear her say that she loved him. Those words had never come from her mouth before. Yes, she had said she cared for him, and yes, they had spent many a night, and day, and weekend making love, but that had just been friends with benefits. The L word had never been spoken by either of them.

Karen continued on about how she always wanted to be with a woman. Michael had always had an inkling that Karen wanted to try that experience. In fact, he thought she actually had been with a woman before. However, it was now quite clear that she hadn't. Of course, for her first time, she picked one of the hottest women Michael had ever seen, and also the deadliest woman he had ever heard of.

Alexis certainly knew how to play the game. She would do anything, including using her incredible body to get what she wanted. She had Karen sucked in, and Michael knew that meant he had to do EVERYTHING that Alexis wanted or Karen would be hurt ..... BAD.

Michael looked at Alexis after she delivered her proposition. The thought of exploring her body was extremely arousing. He would be happy to join the two of them on what they had planned for the evening, but he did not want to seem to anxious. He wanted to make sure that it was Karen that said yes, if she actually did say yes. He wasn't sure that Karen would want him there for her first time with another woman.

He remained silent as both he and Alexis looked at Karen. He could tell that she didn't know what to say. Michael knew that she was still mad at him, and she was probably mad that he had crashed her party. Michael's eyes moved from Karen, to Alexis.
 
"I've never been with lovers before … two people who love and care for one another like the two of you do."

In truth, Alexis had been in threesomes with lovers -- and even strangers -- on multiple occasions. But she wasn't going to admit that to Michael and Karen, of course. She'd been working on getting intimate with the traveling saleswoman for weeks now, and tonight -- after moving gently up close to Karen and engaging her in a soft but passionate kiss -- Alexis had known that the two of them were going to be in each other's arms, naked, and crying out in pleasure.

Why not do that with Michael naked as well?

Alexis shrugged her shoulders. "Just … thinking out loud."

A long moment of silence followed, resulting in both Alexis and Michael looking directly at Karen ... who looked spooked! She laughed, her fair skinned face yet again exploding in a fiery red blush. "Why're ya both looking at me?"

Alexis moved up closer, slipping an arm around the other woman's waist. "I can't speak for Michael … even though I have a feeling he's thinking the same thing … but I want this … I would like to experience this with you … and with someone you love. But … it's up to you, Karen."

By the time Alexis finished talking, Karen was looking solidly into Michael's eyes. She'd realized as soon as she'd spoken the words that she'd never told him she loved him in a manner that implied anything more than dear friendship. How had he taken it? She couldn't know. But, in truth, over the last couple of years, their Friends With Benefits package had been evolving in her mind; Karen was ready to actually be in love with Michael, rather than just love him.

And now this! She was standing here in her panties and bra with a woman who she'd stripped to nothing at all and had been kissing all about her naked body with a goal of putting her mouth upon said woman's sex for the first time in her life … and now she was being asked if she wanted to be in a threesome with that woman and the man to whom she'd just said I love you.

"Yes," she whispered, almost before her mind had even realized it was coming. She took one of Michael's hands in hers … then took one of Alexis's. She looked to them each one after another … then stood on her toes to kiss her friend of so many years, then the woman whose pussy she almost begun eating out before thinking she needed more wine. "Yes, I want to make love with the two of you."

Alexis smiled with delight, looked to the man amongst women, and asked softly, "Michael, would you like to come to the bedroom with the two of us?"
 
Michael watched and listened as Karen wondered why both he and Alexis were looking at her. She knew exactly why they were. If the threesome proposed by Alexis was going to happen Karen was going to have to be okay with it.

He could tell that her mind was racing as they stood there. He knew there was a part of her that wished Michael had never shown up and that she could have Alexis all to herself. He also was pretty certain that there was a part of Karen that would love to have Michael join them in bed, because of the pleasure he had brought to her numerous times before.

When he heard Karen say yes, he had to work to contain his smile. He took her hand when she placed hers in his and watched as her other hand took hold of Alexis' hand and said that she would like to make love with him and Alexis.

Taking a breath when Alexis asked him if he would like to join her and Karen in the bedroom, Michael did not respond right away. He did not want to seem too anxious. His response was not too delayed, however, because he did not want to seem uninterested in being with them.

"Only in the bedroom Ms. Frink? There are so many other possibilities to explore with the two beautiful women in my company right now." he kissed Karen deeply, before moving to Alexis and kissing her. He wasn't sure if he was overstepping his bounds with her, but, at the moment, he didn't care.
 
"Only in the bedroom Ms. Frink?" Michael asked. "There are so many other possibilities to explore with the two beautiful women in my company right now."

She smirked, wondering what was going through the man's mind. Had he imagined before meeting her just a couple of months ago that he might one day be about to have a threesome with his long time lover and the woman who could have him killed tomorrow with just one spoken word?

"Couches work for what Karen and I were about to do," she said, "but I like the idea of the room that a bed offers for what is about to come."

Alexis watched Michael kiss Karen deeply, then watched as he stepped up to her and pressed his mouth to hers. She fully engaged in the kiss, reaching her left hand up to caress his cheek as her right was pulling Karen closer to them. It was like something right out of a porno. When their mouths parted, Alexis began backing away toward the bedroom, and a moment later she was unfastening Karen's bra as Karen was unbuttoning Michael's shirt. There was no rushing involved; each of them was nervous to some degree, though, Alexis believed she was likely the least hesitant of the three. She'd been here before, figuratively; the only new about this was the participants.

Concerned that Karen might believe her enthusiasm about the threesome was more about getting fucked by Michael than sucked by Karen, Alexis took control of the other woman and maneuvered her to the bed. Laying her down, she began kissing her passionately while caressing her beautiful, full bosom. She peeked to Michael, then looked directly at Karen's groin, then looked back with an expectant expression.
 
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Michael was somewhat surprised at how Alexis engaged him in the kiss. He had fully expected her to half-ass the kiss, but was way off base. Their tongues tangled a bit as they kissed, which led Michael to believe that, even though Alexis was obviously in manipulation mode, the encounter between the three of them could be very rewarding for all.

He looked into Karen's eyes as she unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes lowered as Alexis removed Karen's bra; exposing her wonderful breasts. He had seen Karen's tits many times before, but there was something about tonight, probably the presence of Alexis and her incredible body, that made the unveiling of Karen's breasts that much more arousing.

As Alexis took control of Karen and backed her onto the bed, Michael finished undressing. He licked his lips as Alexis leaned down and kissed Karen. It was a deep, controlling kiss with Alexis obviously the one taking the lead. Karen's tits looked wonderful in Alexis' hands as they were caressed firmly.

Michael's eyes moved to Alexis' ass which was on display for him as she engaged Karen in the erotic kiss. Then, Alexis looked at him and then toward Karen's pussy. Yes, Alexis was taking control in the bedroom and was orchestrating what would happen.

Moving closer to the bed, Michael knelt down on the floor and slid Karen closer to the edge of the bed. He licked slowly up her inner thighs before his tongue moved flat along Karen's moist pussy lips. It was a slow, agonizing lick that finished with the tip of Michael's tongue flicking Karen's button.

His tongue began to pay very close attention to Karen's silky pussy. Long, slow licks from her taint to her clit led Karen to moaning loudly; begging for more. Michael reached with one hand and began to caress Alexis' perfect ass; his finger pressing into her wonderful flesh.

He did not lose his focus on Karen as he started to move his hand over Alexis. The tip of his tongue parted Karen's lips and slid slowly through her folds, once again finishing with a flick of her clit. Then he moved his mouth to suck on her clit. Holding Karen's clit in his lips, Michael ran his tongue over and around her button as Karen pressed her hips up to him.

Slipping his hand between Alexis' legs as he sucked Karen's clit, Michael allowed his fingers to brush over Alexis' pussy lips. He moved his fingers slowly along them before parting her lips and caressing her folds. As he took Karen's clit in his teeth, Michael's fingers found Alexis' button and began to rub slowly. He wanted both of these women... repeatedly.
 
As she continued to kiss the other woman, Alexis felt Michael's hand upon her thigh, up its inside, and then upon her pussy. She pushed her ass toward him, encouraging him. He let her toy with her folds and her clit a minute or so, then rolled to her side, severing the contact as she slipped an arm under Karen's neck such that her head lifted a bit.

"Look at what he's doing to you, Karen," she whispered, turning her own gaze to the other woman's crotch, now with Michael's face moving up and down over top of it. She continued, "Look at it, Karen. It's beautiful … to have a man care for your happiness so much."

By now Michael was working Karen's clit energetically. Alexis continued talking sweet nothings to the second female asking her how it felt, if it felt good, wonderful, incredible. Karen for her part was mostly just breathing deeply and moaning with increasing volume but did manage to compliment Michael several times as she rolled her lower body with him.

Still on her side, Alexis lifted her upper knee, fully exposing her professionally waxed crotch to her new lovers. She took hold of Karen's nearest hand and guided it to her wet folds, encouraging the woman to play in the wetness. She moved Karen's slippery fingers to her own mouth, sucking on them while looking into the softy crying woman's eyes. She lowered Karen's hand to her pussy again, wetted the fingers, and moved them to Karen's mouth instead; the woman on her back sucked the digits clean before reaching down to toy with the sexy crime boss's pussy again.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Karen announced, her body language and tone letting both of her lovers know she was only seconds away from orgasm. "Oh God … fuck, I'm gonna cum...!"

But suddenly, Alexis grasped a handful of Michael's hair and pulled his mouth from its working location, telling Karen in between two passionate kisses, "Not yet, lover … not yet."

She told Karen to move up the bed, but as the woman was so overwhelmed with near-orgasmic pleasure and now confusion, Alexis had to direct Michael to push his long time lover up the mattress. The crime boss moved atop Karen, slipping between her parted thighs as she kissed her passionately … then began whispering in her ear. Karen looked beyond Alexis's shoulder at Michael; her face was a mass of desperation and delight. Suddenly she smiled, nodded her head, and before kissing Alexis again with passion, whispered, "Yes."

The new woman in Michael's life began kissing her way down the other woman's body … and just as Alexis's mouth was reaching her sex, Karen said bluntly to Michael, "Fuck her … fucker!"

Karen couldn't help but laugh aloud. She didn't talk this way in bed; she didn't talk this way at all, actually, with the "F" bomb only escaping her lips when she was seriously angry as someone. But as she began writhing again at lips and tongue once again lapping at and twirling around her clit, Karen looked down beyond Alexis's head, narrow waist, wide hips, and firm buttocks and repeated, "Michael … fuck her…"
 
Michael ate Karen's pussy like never before. The addition of Alexis to their encounter certainly added to his arousal and his desire to please Karen. Pulling her clit lightly with his teeth, Michael attacked Karen's button with his tongue.

Alexis talking to Karen was hot. The only thing that was somewhat disappointing was Alexis moving away from his hand. He loved how she had pushed back toward his fingers, but was sad when she rolled away.

As he devoured Karen's soaked pussy, Michael watched as Alexis took Karen's hand and brought it to her pussy. Alexis brought Karen's hand to her lips and tasted her nectar; something Michael would love to taste. Then, after dipping Karen's fingers into her amazing pussy again, Alexis allowed Karen to taste her juices.

All of the stimulation was too much for Karen and she announced loudly, over and over again that she was going to cum. Michael started to move his tongue faster, but was rudely interrupted by Alexis pulling his hair and lifting his head away from Karen. Michael's eyes darted to Alexis' eyes, but then he realized what she was doing.

After moving Karen up the bed, Michael watched as Alexis moved between Karen's legs. The two women kissing served to heighten his arousal even more. He saw Alexis whispering to Karen and he wondered what she was up to now. He would find out soon enough.

As Alexis kissed down Karen's body, Michael could see Karen looking past her and right at him. He was surprised that her focus was not on Alexis, but the reason soon became obvious.

In the throes of passion, Karen was talking like he had never before heard her. She was obviously super aroused and needed to cum so bad. When she told... almost ordered..... him to fuck Alexis, Michael had no objection.

He did not wait for an invitation from Alexis. This was obviously her idea all along. He moved behind Alexis on the bed and grabbed her hips. Sliding his big, hard cock between her legs, Michael let it glide along her smooth, wet pussy. It felt so fucking good with his cock sliding along Alexis' bare pussy.

Then, without warning, Michael slid his hard cock into Alexis. In one, long, slow thrust of his hips, Michael buried his pussy in Alexis' pussy. With his cock buried in her, he pulsed it several times before starting to move his hips and slide in and out of her in long thrusts.

Michael moved slowly at first. He was in no hurry. Alexis' pussy felt so fucking good wrapped around his hard cock. He felt that they fit perfectly together. They started moving together; their bodies moving in unison. He fought the urge to pick up the pace. Michael wanted to spend all night buried in Alexis' perfect pussy.
 
Alexis's body tightened at the intrusion of Michael's cock into her. Her pussy muscles clamped down tighter around his shaft and she let out a groan of mixed pain and pleasure as he slipped forward into her wetness. She was still tensed when his groin pressed hard against her ass and thighs, his cock buried to its full extent.

Looking upwards, she found Karen smiling widely at her. The other woman whispered with experience, "Feels good, doesn't he?"

Alexis smiled as well, then -- as Michael began thrusting in and out of her -- she returned to eating out the other woman's pussy. Soon enough, all three of them were moaning, groaning, or softly crying at the pleasure one of the others was causing them. Alexis knew that Karen was already well primed by what Michael had been doing to her and it would be long before she exploded. Michael was doing a good job of building his boss toward orgasm, too, but she knew that like this, it would be too late to synch with the other woman's climax.

"Like this!" she demanded of Michael as she began shifting her legs amongst his. In a moment, Alexis was laying on her belly, her legs together, her pussy and thighs now both clamping down on the man's cock as it entered and exited her. She demanded, "Hard and fast going in … slow coming out … pound me, Michael!"

As he took to the new position, Alexis and Karen interlaced their fingers together and the former went to town on the latter's clit, pushing the redhead close to orgasm, then holding her so near the edge of climax until she knew that she herself was ready to explode as well. And cum together they did, one entering euphoria and the other following just seconds later. Alexis hoped that Michael was about to explode, something that didn't often happen in threesomes but which would be spectacular for this, the couples first time with a third wheel.
 
Michael moved as Alexis adjusted herself and lay flat on the bed. He pressed his hands to her amazing ass and dug his fingers deep into her flesh as he pumped his hips to her. She was so fucking good, he certainly could get used to fucking her.

He thrust into Alexis HARD and DEEP; pausing for a second before pulling back out of her slowly. He pulled back until his cock was almost all the way out of her hot pussy, and then he slammed back into her... filling her so good... stretching her.

Alexis almost ordered him to pound her, and Michael was more than happy to oblige her. Every downward thrust had Michael's pelvis slamming into Alexis' hot ass. He used her ass for leverage as he slowly withdrew almost all the way out of her silky pussy, before slamming back into her hard and so fucking deep.

As he slammed his hard cock into Alexis' tight pussy, Michael saw her start eating Karen's pussy. Karen was in another world and about to cum so fucking hard. Alexis pulled back for a little, leaving Karen right on the edge.... wanting more... NEEDING to cum.

Karen began screaming like a banshee; cumming like she had never orgasmed with him alone. Soon after that, Michael heard Alexis begin to moan and cry out into Karen's pussy as her body began to shake and her pussy began to spasm.

The two women cumming in front of him combined with Alexis' tight pussy squeezing his cock was more than Michael could withstand. He exploded; shooting thick ropes of cum into Alexis... her pussy milking every single drop.
 
Alexis was just coming down from the peak of her climax when she felt Michael's cock leaping within her. She listened to his groan of delight as he emptied within her and was delighted at knowing she could make him feel so good. Looking to Karen, she caught the expression on the still-heavily-breathing woman and wondered what she thought about her lover finding so much joy in another woman's hole.

After Michael's ejaculations had ended, Alexis urged him out and off of her, then maneuvered up the bed to lay close to Karen. She pulled the other woman to her and engaged her in a passionate kiss, asking, "Happy?"

Karen laughed in joy, answering, "Very."

"I want to watch Michael fuck you," Alexis said between kisses, adding, "Will you do that for me?"

Karen nodded, looked to her long time lover, and waggled a hand for him to come to her. She slipped her leg over top of Alexis's leg and pulled on her upper butt cheek, presenting him her pussy. As she had with Alexis earlier, she said, "Fuck me."
 
Michael watched as Alexis moved up next to Karen and began to kiss her. Once again, Alexis whispered to Karen, and Michael knew that she was orchestrating what would happen next. She had to be in charge. Michael wondered how it would be if he was able to turn the tables on her.

Karen's motioning to him, made him smile. He knew what Alexis wanted. She wanted his cock in Karen, and she wanted to watch him pound Karen's pussy the way he had pounded hers.

It was almost like a command when Karen said, "Fuck Me." He had never known Karen to be this aggressive. He liked it. Karen was usually quite quiet and somewhat passive during sex; that all changed with Alexis' involvement.

He moved between her legs as he looked back and forth between Karen and Alexis. There was a look in Alexis' eyes that indicated that she knew exactly what she was doing and that he better follow her directions. Michael was not going to object. Why would he? He had a feeling it was going to be a long, enjoyable night.

He grasped his cock and slid it over Karen's wet pussy. He maintained eye contact with Alexis, almost to say, I can handle all of this that you care to send my way. Pressing his swollen head to Karen's pussy, Michael looked down at Karen, smiling.

He paused for a second and then thrust deep inside her tight pussy. Burying his cock in her, he looked at Alexis. "Is that what you want?" Then looked back to Karen to see if she replied.

Reaching toward Alexis, he took one of her perfect breasts in his hand, and caressed it as he moved in and out of Karen's pussy. He rolled Alexis' nipple through his fingers as his cock stretched Karen's tight pussy with each hard thrust.

Each thrust of his hips had his hips crashing into Karen's and his cock pushing deeper. His cock moved in and out of her pussy like a steel piston; creating more and more heat between them.

His balls slapping her her ass as Michael fucked Karen wildly, Michael pumped faster and faster into her. If this was how Alexis wanted there business relationship, he was all for it.

Karen's moans got louder and she started moving her body more. He could tell she was getting closer to orgasm. He continued to fuck her hard, watching her closely. Just before she was about to cum, he pulled his cock out of her. He saw her eyes go wide open and she screamed, "Put your cock back in me and fuck me. I want to cum."

He smiled down at her. "You didn't say please Karen." Then he buried his cock in her until she started to shake and she let out a loud scream as she came again. Michael fucked her through her orgasm to make sure he maximized her pleasure. Then he pulled out of her and looked down at Karen. "was that okay?"
 
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Alexis emerged from the bathroom in her panties and bra, her dress in her hands as she turned and twisted it into position to be donned once again. Karen -- who was straddling Michael and slowly maneuvering him in and out of her -- asked in surprised disappointment, "Are you leaving?"

"I have an appointment in the morning, and I need my beauty rest," Alexis answered. She glanced from Karen's face to Michaels and then to their grinding groins, smiled, and pointed out what she thought was obvious, "And I'm not going to get it here."

She chuckled and thought back to the evening the three of them had had. Alexis had eaten the other woman to her first lesbian orgasm and then -- after Michael had emptied his cock into each of them -- Karen had returned the favor. The traveling saleswoman had needed guidance from the other woman, something Alexis had been eagerly willing to give.

After her second orgasm, the crime boss had insisted the couple fuck while she watched, but Karen had had other ideas; the redhead pushed her friend of so many years down to the mattress, moved into a "69" position, and sucked on Michael's cock like she'd never done so before. Karen had never much liked performing orally, and in all their years together she'd never sucked Michael to orgasm and taken his load into her mouth. But the threesome had brought something out in her tonight, and -- despite the man having cum twice already -- Karen drove Michael to climax, retained his cock in her mouth as he unloaded, and swallowed down every drop he spewed.

Alexis had joined the event again, and for nearly two hours the three of them alternated positions and sexual partners while writhing about the bed's sweat covered bedding. But, as she told them, she needed to call it a day. She sat on the edge of the bed, drew Karen close to her, and engaged her in a passionate kiss while cupping and gently groping one of the woman's large tits.

"We'll do this again soon," Alexis promised, looking between the two of them. She could have leaned down and kissed Michael as well, but she didn't; she wanted this to end with Karen feeling as if this had been more about Alexis giving her the experience with which the evening had begun, a lesbian encounter, as opposed to how it had ended, in an unplanned yet very satisfying threesome. She kissed Karen once more and before she headed out whispered suggestively, "And I'll do you again soon, too."

After Alexis left the room, Karen looked down to the man who was once again deep inside her; she had a disappointed expression on her face. She doubted Michael was going to cum again -- hell, he'd already unloaded into Alexis's pussy twice and into both her pussy and mouth -- and she suddenly felt less driven to find her own ecstasy again this night. She lifted to let her lover's shaft slip from her and laid down at his side, cuddling in close to him.

She grasped Michael's shaft and gently stroked it as they talked about what had just happened. She told him it was incredible, unbelievable, exciting, and a bit taboo; she also told him she was very happy he'd been part of it. "I wouldn't have done that with any other man than you, Michael."

Hopping up to go pee, she returned a couple of minutes later in her own panties and bra to sit cross legged on the bed near her lover. After a moment, Karen said, "Alexis and I had a conversation the other night … about her business."

She saw a sudden reaction in Michael, but she wasn't sure what it meant. Obviously oblivious to what the other woman actually did for a living and unaware that Michael was already entangled with the woman's illegal operations, she said, "She imports rough and uncut diamonds from Europe, and for years now, she's been in a battle with the most powerful international diamond conglomerate in the world. They will do anything to keep her from getting her diamonds into the U.S., and they have people working throughout the transportation industry … customs officials, buyers and sellers, appraisers … all intent on stopping her from earning a living at what they call their expense."

Karen was seeing a building reaction in Michael, in both his expression and his body language; he seemed to not like where this was going, and yet Karen still had no idea why. She hopped up, opened the top drawer of her dresser, and removed a folded manila envelope, tossing it onto the bed near Michael before she sat again.

"So … when I returned from Brussels last week … I … I sort of … smuggled a pouch of diamonds back," she told him with a guilty smile on her face. She blushed again, as she did so often when talking of things of such a nature as this. She gestured Michael to open the envelope, waited for him to do so, then laughed, telling him excitedly, "Ten thousand dollars...! She paid me ten grand just to hide a pouch of diamonds in my suitcase. Can you believe it?"

Karen waited for Michael to say something but interrupted, "That's what were we doing tonight when you arrived … celebrating! I'm doing another run for her in three weeks."
 
Michael sat on the bed naked and watched as Karen came out of the bathroom in her bra and panties. He looked at her questioningly when she talked about her and Alexis discussing Alexis' business. It seemed the two of them were spending a lot of time together; part of Alexis' plan he was sure, and why would Alexis be discussing business with Karen.

When Karen started talking about diamond importing, Michael was confused, but only for a second. Karen sharing that she had brought diamonds back from Brussels and Alexis having paid her $10,000. told Michael all he needed to know. Alexis was involving Karen in an illegal smuggling act. Now she had Karen where she wanted her, and would be able to manipulate her to do even more.

"Karen, there is no such thing as sort of smuggling... either you did or you didn't. Since I am looking at the diamonds right now, I would say that you absolutely did smuggle diamonds into the country for Alexis."

He started shaking his head as she continued. When she said she was doing another run in a couple of weeks, he yelled, "NO." Michael stared at Karen. "What are you thinking Karen? Why are you smuggling diamonds for? Do you need the money? Are you in love with Alexis? Do you want to go to jail?"

He got up out of the bed and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and once the water temperature was warm, and climbed in. As the water ran over his body, he wondered what he was responsible for getting Karen mixed up in. He had to get to Alexis and tell her that he would buy the laundromats if she would leave Karen out of everything.
 
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