She eagerly sucked him to completion.
Tony helped her to her feet, used her panties to wipe some cum off her chin, and folded them carefully to return to his pocket. "Very nice. Thanks for taking the edge off. You swallowed like a good girl. When does your husband expect you home?
"How did you know I'm married?"
"The way you fuck. Desperate. Horny. Willing and wet. Not afraid of a little rough stuff. You haven't had a good pounding in quite a while, have you?"
"Not really."
"When must you be home?"
"He's away till Monday."
"We're going to have a great weekend. Get in your car. Follow me."
When Tony pulled into the driveway of a large house, Barb parked on the street. She followed him to the front door, which opened into a dark foyer. When he locked the outside door behind her, he opened the inner one.
"Hello, dear," Barb's husband said. "I see my friend Tony got you to agree to 'cum' home with him.
For a moment, she could say nothing, but then mumbled, "It's not what you think," as Tony pulled her panties from his pocket and handed them to her husband.
He felt their dampness. "No, it's not what YOU think, honey. You always were so afraid, so worried we would grow apart, every time we talked about it. I admit it. I cheated. I wronged you, and I felt damn guilty about it, but the attraction of the lifestyle is too strong. I wanted to share it, but I knew the only way to get you into it was to set you up." He took her hand and motioned down the hall. "Come in. Have a drink. I packed overnight bags for both of us. Tony's wife and Maurice are waiting. The night is just getting started."
* * * * *
Parking Lot 5
"You can't be serious."
"Barb, honey, are you blind? That big handsome hunk has the hots for you."
"He's at least ten years younger than me!"
"I know, you lucky bitch! Look at that body!"
"I can't mess around with him! What if my husband finds out?"
"You know damn well he didn't go away with the boys. You need to live for yourself. Stud Muffin asked the bartender about you, baby. The guy's name is Tony. We'll dance over toward him and get all hot and sexy. He'll love it."
"Maurice, I adore you, but you really kinda flame in that outfit. How will that look?"
"Move that ass right, and you'll be even sexier than me. Now, c'mon."
Tony smiled inside. Barb looked especially good tonight. Her little black dress was conservative enough to be decent, but tight enough to show every curve. He watched her for months, from the first time he came to this club. She was on his to-do list. Older women were his vice.
After one dance Maurice said, "Barb, baby, I gotta go pee," and left her standing within arm's reach of Tony.
When Maurice was out of sight, Tony said, "You're a good dancer."
"Thank you."
"How do you dance with a man?"
"Excuse me? Maurice is my friend."
"I know. I saw you here before doing a girls' night out." He took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
Maurice winked at Barb when he came out of the restroom. He went back to his stool at the bar to observe. When the song ended Tony didn't let go, and when the next one started he spun Barb around and grabbed her hips. She obliged, rubbing her ass on him. Maurice caught her eye, and she flashed him a smoky grin.
The pair danced a few more times. After an intimate slow number, she peeled herself off her partner. She went to the bar where her friend sat and gulped the rest of her drink. "Maurice, can you find a way home?"
"Girl, I always have cab fare." He hugged her, kissed her cheek, and left.
Tony watched the exchange with satisfaction. This was going well. When she came back to him, he said, "You lost the fifth wheel."
"Um, he has to get up early tomorrow. I have my own car."
"I see. So do you want to follow me, or should I bring you back here in the morning?"
"Tony, I,..."
"Let's go outside, babe. It's too loud in here."
She followed, knowing she shouldn't, knowing her panties shouldn't be that wet. She felt him against her on the dance floor. He was bigger than her husband.
As soon as they were outside, his hand was on her ass. When she unlocked her car, he turned her to face him. "This can't wait," he growled. His kiss was almost brutal, and the hand that went under her dress wasn't gentle. "You're soaked. I knew you would be."
"Tony, we,..." she began, but he interrupted her with another kiss, which she eagerly returned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her and placed her on the hood of her car. Almost in one motion, her panties were in his pocket, and his hard cock glistened in the greenish glow of the security lights. Her legs parted on their own, and he entered her.
The thrill of her sin intoxicated her. She knew they could get caught. Her husband would leave her if he found out. It didn't matter. The thought made her wrap her legs around Tony to pull him in deeper.
They mated vigorously for a few minutes, their sweat mixing, her wet ass rubbing the paint. When he was close to the end, he pulled out, dragged her off the car, and pushed her to her knees. She eagerly sucked him to completion.
Tony helped her to her feet, used her panties to wipe some cum off her chin, and folded them carefully to return to his pocket. "Very nice. Thanks for taking the edge off. You swallowed like a good girl. When does your husband expect you home?
"How did you know I'm married?"
"The way you fuck. Desperate. Horny. Willing and wet. Not afraid of a little rough stuff. You haven't had a good pounding in quite a while, have you?"
"Not really."
"When must you be home?"
"He's away till Monday."
"We're going to have a great weekend. Get in your car. Follow me."
Barb drove behind Tony. At his condo, they left a trail of clothes from the front door to the bed. They left the room over the next few days only to bathe together and make food. Even that ended more than once with Barb pinned against the shower wall or bent over the kitchen table.
She was home in plenty of time on Monday morning to hide the fact she hadn't slept there for three nights.
Her husband arrived when she expected him to, suitcase in hand.
"How was your trip, honey?" Barb asked.
"Great. Very informative. Even in dim light, you're quite photogenic."
* * * * *
Parking Lot 6
additional theme tags: Drug, Humiliation, Non-consensual sex, Prostitution
"You can't be serious."
"Barb, honey, are you blind? That big handsome hunk has the hots for you."
"He's at least ten years younger than me!"
"I know, you lucky bitch! Look at that body!"
"I can't mess around with him! What if my husband finds out?"
"You know damn well he didn't go away with the boys. You need to live for yourself. Stud Muffin asked the bartender about you, baby. The guy's name is Tony. We'll dance over toward him and get all hot and sexy. He'll love it."
"Maurice, I adore you, but you really kinda flame in that outfit. How will that look?"
"Move that ass right, and you'll be even sexier than me. Now, c'mon."
Tony smiled inside. Barb looked especially good tonight. Her little black dress was conservative enough to be decent, but tight enough to show every curve. He watched her for months, from the first time he came to this club. She was on his to-do list. Older women were his vice.
After one dance Maurice said, "Barb, baby, I gotta go pee," and left her standing within arm's reach of Tony.
When Maurice was out of sight, Tony said, "You're a good dancer."
"Thank you."
"How do you dance with a man?"
"Excuse me? Maurice is my friend."
"I know. I saw you here before doing a girls' night out." He took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
Maurice winked at Barb when he came out of the restroom. He went back to his stool at the bar to observe. When the song ended Tony didn't let go, and when the next one started he spun Barb around and grabbed her hips. She obliged, rubbing her ass on him. Maurice caught her eye, and she flashed him a smoky grin.
The pair danced a few more times. After an intimate slow number, she peeled herself off her partner. She went to the bar where her friend sat and gulped the rest of her drink. "Maurice, can you find a way home?"
"Girl, I always have cab fare." He hugged her, kissed her cheek, and left.
Tony watched the exchange with satisfaction. This was going well. When she came back to him, he said, "You lost the fifth wheel."
"Um, he has to get up early tomorrow. I have my own car."
"I see. So do you want to follow me, or should I bring you back here in the morning?"
"Tony, I,..."
"Let's go outside, babe. It's too loud in here."
She followed, knowing she shouldn't, knowing her panties shouldn't be that wet. She felt him against her on the dance floor. He was bigger than her husband.
As soon as they were outside, his hand was on her ass. When she unlocked her car, he turned her to face him. "This can't wait," he growled. His kiss was almost brutal, and the hand that went under her dress wasn't gentle. "You're soaked. I knew you would be."
"Tony, we,..." she began, but he interrupted her with another kiss, which she eagerly returned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her and placed her on the hood of her car. Almost in one motion, her panties were in his pocket, and his hard cock glistened in the greenish glow of the security lights. Her legs parted on their own, and he entered her.
The thrill of her sin intoxicated her. She knew they could get caught. Her husband would leave her if he found out. It didn't matter. The thought made her wrap her legs around Tony to pull him in deeper.
They mated vigorously for a few minutes, their sweat mixing, her wet ass rubbing the paint. When he was close to the end, he pulled out, dragged her off the car, and pushed her to her knees. She eagerly sucked him to completion.
Tony helped her to her feet, used her panties to wipe some cum off her chin, and folded them carefully to return to his pocket. "Very nice. Thanks for taking the edge off. You swallowed like a good girl. When does your husband expect you home?
"How did you know I'm married?"
"The way you fuck. Desperate. Horny. Willing and wet. Not afraid of a little rough stuff. You haven't had a good pounding in quite a while, have you?"
"Not really."
"When must you be home?"
"He's away till Monday."
"We're going to have a great weekend. Get in your car. Follow me."
Just before everything went black, Barb figured out what chloroform smelled like.
Cramping in her muscles woke her. She was naked, tied to a bed. Her clothes lay folded neatly on the dressing table chair, her cute shoes lined up precisely. She hadn't yet decided whether to scream when Maurice walked in the room.
He smirked and shook his head. "You little skank."
"What?"
"I called you a skank. Seems like the right word for a woman who sucks dick in the parking lot behind a bar, don't you think?. Oh, now, don't cry girlfriend. If I was with that asshole husband of yours, I'd cheat too. Where I grew up, being a good skank was something to be proud of."
"Untie me."
"Eventually. Let's get back to whether you're a good whore or not. Now that you're awake, I'll call some friends to help me decide."
"Maurice!"
"Oh, hush, honey, it's okay. These guys are very nice. They pay me well when I find a new plaything for them. They treat her right, and so do I. Some girls get into drugs, but that's their choice. Then they do parties like the one I scheduled for your husband."
* * * * *
Parking Lot 7
additional theme tag: Coercion, Drug
"You can't be serious."
"Barb, honey, are you blind? That big handsome hunk has the hots for you."
"He's at least ten years younger than me!"
"I know, you lucky bitch! Look at that body!"
"I can't mess around with him! What if my husband finds out?"
"You know damn well he didn't go away with the boys. You need to live for yourself. Stud Muffin asked the bartender about you, baby. The guy's name is Tony. We'll dance over toward him and get all hot and sexy. He'll love it."
"Maurice, I adore you, but you really kinda flame in that outfit. How will that look?"
"Move that ass right, and you'll be even sexier than me. Now, c'mon."
Tony smiled inside. Barb looked especially good tonight. Her little black dress was conservative enough to be decent, but tight enough to show every curve. He watched her for months, from the first time he came to this club. She was on his to-do list. Older women were his vice.
After one dance Maurice said, "Barb, baby, I gotta go pee," and left her standing within arm's reach of Tony.
When Maurice was out of sight, Tony said, "You're a good dancer."
"Thank you."
"How do you dance with a man?"
"Excuse me? Maurice is my friend."
"I know. I saw you here before doing a girls' night out." He took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
Maurice winked at Barb when he came out of the restroom. He went back to his stool at the bar to observe. When the song ended Tony didn't let go, and when the next one started he spun Barb around and grabbed her hips. She obliged, rubbing her ass on him. Maurice caught her eye, and she flashed him a smoky grin.
The pair danced a few more times. After an intimate slow number, she peeled herself off her partner. She went to the bar where her friend sat and gulped the rest of her drink. "Maurice, can you find a way home?"
"Girl, I always have cab fare." He hugged her, kissed her cheek, and left.
Tony watched the exchange with satisfaction. This was going well. When she came back to him, he said, "You lost the fifth wheel."
"Um, he has to get up early tomorrow. I have my own car."
"I see. So do you want to follow me, or should I bring you back here in the morning?"
"Tony, I,..."
"Let's go outside, babe. It's too loud in here."
She followed, knowing she shouldn't, knowing her panties shouldn't be that wet. She felt him against her on the dance floor. He was bigger than her husband.
As soon as they were outside, his hand was on her ass. When she unlocked her car, he turned her to face him. "This can't wait," he growled. His kiss was almost brutal, and the hand that went under her dress wasn't gentle. "You're soaked. I knew you would be."
"Tony, we,..." she began, but he interrupted her with another kiss, which she eagerly returned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her and placed her on the hood of her car. Almost in one motion, her panties were in his pocket, and his hard cock glistened in the greenish glow of the security lights. Her legs parted on their own, and he entered her.
The thrill of her sin intoxicated her. She knew they could get caught. Her husband would leave her if he found out. It didn't matter. The thought made her wrap her legs around Tony to pull him in deeper.
They mated vigorously for a few minutes, their sweat mixing, her wet ass rubbing the paint. When he was close to the end, he pulled out, dragged her off the car, and pushed her to her knees. She eagerly sucked him to completion.
Tony helped her to her feet, used her panties to wipe some cum off her chin, and folded them carefully to return to his pocket. "Very nice. Thanks for taking the edge off. You swallowed like a good girl. When does your husband expect you home?
"How did you know I'm married?"
"The way you fuck. Desperate. Horny. Willing and wet. Not afraid of a little rough stuff. You haven't had a good pounding in quite a while, have you?"
"Not really."
"When must you be home?"
"He's away till Monday."
"We're going to have a great weekend. Get in your car. Follow me."
They drove out of the city into the hills and then onto a dirt lane that led to a secluded house. Once inside, Tony led her to the couch and fixed drinks. They sat and talked and kissed, building anticipation and need for the weekend.
"I don't know why, Tony, but I'm awful sleepy all of a ..."
He took her glass from her and lowered her unconscious head to the cushions. "Lars!"
A man entered the room. "Yeah, boss?"
"Make her comfortable. Did you take care of her fag friend?"
"They won't find him."
"Good." He rummaged through her purse. "Here it is – her address book with phone numbers. This bitch's husband is made of money. You and I will be very wealthy by this time tomorrow." He pulled a cheap cellphone out of his pocket and dialed.
* * * * *
Parking Lot 8
additional theme tag: Voyeurism
"You can't be serious."
"Barb, honey, are you blind? That big handsome hunk has the hots for you."
"He's at least ten years younger than me!"
"I know, you lucky bitch! Look at that body!"
"I can't mess around with him! What if my husband finds out?"
"You know damn well he didn't go away with the boys. You need to live for yourself. Stud Muffin asked the bartender about you, baby. The guy's name is Tony. We'll dance over toward him and get all hot and sexy. He'll love it."
"Maurice, I adore you, but you really kinda flame in that outfit. How will that look?"
"Move that ass right, and you'll be even sexier than me. Now, c'mon."
Tony smiled inside. Barb looked especially good tonight. Her little black dress was conservative enough to be decent, but tight enough to show every curve. He watched her for months, from the first time he came to this club. She was on his to-do list. Older women were his vice.
After one dance Maurice said, "Barb, baby, I gotta go pee," and left her standing within arm's reach of Tony.
When Maurice was out of sight, Tony said, "You're a good dancer."
"Thank you."
"How do you dance with a man?"
"Excuse me? Maurice is my friend."
"I know. I saw you here before doing a girls' night out." He took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
Maurice winked at Barb when he came out of the restroom. He went back to his stool at the bar to observe. When the song ended Tony didn't let go, and when the next one started he spun Barb around and grabbed her hips. She obliged, rubbing her ass on him. Maurice caught her eye, and she flashed him a smoky grin.
The pair danced a few more times. After an intimate slow number, she peeled herself off her partner. She went to the bar where her friend sat and gulped the rest of her drink. "Maurice, can you find a way home?"
"Girl, I always have cab fare." He hugged her, kissed her cheek, and left.
Tony watched the exchange with satisfaction. This was going well. When she came back to him, he said, "You lost the fifth wheel."
"Um, he has to get up early tomorrow. I have my own car."
"I see. So do you want to follow me, or should I bring you back here in the morning?"
"Tony, I,..."
"Let's go outside, babe. It's too loud in here."
She followed, knowing she shouldn't, knowing her panties shouldn't be that wet. She felt him against her on the dance floor. He was bigger than her husband.
As soon as they were outside, his hand was on her ass. When she unlocked her car, he turned her to face him. "This can't wait," he growled. His kiss was almost brutal, and the hand that went under her dress wasn't gentle. "You're soaked. I knew you would be."
"Tony, we,..." she began, but he interrupted her with another kiss, which she eagerly returned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her and placed her on the hood of her car. Almost in one motion, her panties were in his pocket, and his hard cock glistened in the greenish glow of the security lights. Her legs parted on their own, and he entered her.
The thrill of her sin intoxicated her. She knew they could get caught. Her husband would leave her if he found out. It didn't matter. The thought made her wrap her legs around Tony to pull him in deeper.
They mated vigorously for a few minutes, their sweat mixing, her wet ass rubbing the paint. When he was close to the end, he pulled out, dragged her off the car, and pushed her to her knees. She eagerly sucked him to completion.
Tony helped her to her feet, used her panties to wipe some cum off her chin, and folded them carefully to return to his pocket. "Very nice. Thanks for taking the edge off. You swallowed like a good girl. When does your husband expect you home?
"How did you know I'm married?"
"The way you fuck. Desperate. Horny. Willing and wet. Not afraid of a little rough stuff. You haven't had a good pounding in quite a while, have you?"
"Not really."
"When must you be home?"
"He's away till Monday."
"We're going to have a great weekend. Get in your car. Follow me."
"Could I ride with you?"
"Lock your car. I'll bring you back here when you're ready." Tony opened the door for her and admired the flash of bare pussy she showed pulling her legs into his low-slung car.
He got in the other side but didn't start the engine. Instead, they got better acquainted.
"Ah, jeez, Louie, look," Mario said, handing the night vision binoculars to the fat man behind the wheel of the black SUV. "What are we, in fuckin' high school? They're making out in the car!"
"You got someplace else you need to be?"
"No." Mario waited in sullen silence.
"I used to get hard again that fast," Louie mumbled. "Stupid fuckin' doctor and his damn meds."
After about ten minutes, Mario said, "So now what?"
"Now we wait. Sooner or later he's either gonna let her out of the car or take her home. What the fuck, you gotta piss or something?"
"Maybe he'll finish with her here."
"I almost hope he doesn't."
"Why?" Mario asked.
"If her takes her inside his house, we don't have to worry about a witness. They'll identify her through dental records or some shit sooner or later, but so what?"
* * * * *
Parking Lot 9
additional theme tags: Murder, Violence
"You can't be serious."
"Barb, honey, are you blind? That big handsome hunk has the hots for you."
"He's at least ten years younger than me!"
"I know, you lucky bitch! Look at that body!"
"I can't mess around with him! What if my husband finds out?"
"You know damn well he didn't go away with the boys. You need to live for yourself. Stud Muffin asked the bartender about you, baby. The guy's name is Tony. We'll dance over toward him and get all hot and sexy. He'll love it."
"Maurice, I adore you, but you really kinda flame in that outfit. How will that look?"
"Move that ass right, and you'll be even sexier than me. Now, c'mon."
Tony smiled inside. Barb looked especially good tonight. Her little black dress was conservative enough to be decent, but tight enough to show every curve. He watched her for months, from the first time he came to this club. She was on his to-do list. Older women were his vice.
After one dance Maurice said, "Barb, baby, I gotta go pee," and left her standing within arm's reach of Tony.
When Maurice was out of sight, Tony said, "You're a good dancer."
"Thank you."
"How do you dance with a man?"
"Excuse me? Maurice is my friend."
"I know. I saw you here before doing a girls' night out." He took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
Maurice winked at Barb when he came out of the restroom. He went back to his stool at the bar to observe. When the song ended Tony didn't let go, and when the next one started he spun Barb around and grabbed her hips. She obliged, rubbing her ass on him. Maurice caught her eye, and she flashed him a smoky grin.
The pair danced a few more times. After an intimate slow number, she peeled herself off her partner. She went to the bar where her friend sat and gulped the rest of her drink. "Maurice, can you find a way home?"
"Girl, I always have cab fare." He hugged her, kissed her cheek, and left.
Tony watched the exchange with satisfaction. This was going well. When she came back to him, he said, "You lost the fifth wheel."
"Um, he has to get up early tomorrow. I have my own car."
"I see. So do you want to follow me, or should I bring you back here in the morning?"
"Tony, I,..."
"Let's go outside, babe. It's too loud in here."
She followed, knowing she shouldn't, knowing her panties shouldn't be that wet. She felt him against her on the dance floor. He was bigger than her husband.
As soon as they were outside, his hand was on her ass. When she unlocked her car, he turned her to face him. "This can't wait," he growled. His kiss was almost brutal, and the hand that went under her dress wasn't gentle. "You're soaked. I knew you would be."
"Tony, we,..." she began, but he interrupted her with another kiss, which she eagerly returned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her and placed her on the hood of her car. Almost in one motion, her panties were in his pocket, and his hard cock glistened in the greenish glow of the security lights. Her legs parted on their own, and he entered her.
The thrill of her sin intoxicated her. She knew they could get caught. Her husband would leave her if he found out. It didn't matter. The thought made her wrap her legs around Tony to pull him in deeper.
They mated vigorously for a few minutes, their sweat mixing, her wet ass rubbing the paint. When he was close to the end, he pulled out, dragged her off the car, and pushed her to her knees. She eagerly sucked him to completion.
Tony helped her to her feet, used her panties to wipe some cum off her chin, and folded them carefully to return to his pocket. "Very nice. Thanks for taking the edge off. You swallowed like a good girl. When does your husband expect you home?
"How did you know I'm married?"
"The way you fuck. Desperate. Horny. Willing and wet. Not afraid of a little rough stuff. You haven't had a good pounding in quite a while, have you?"
"Not really."
"When must you be home?"
"He's away till Monday."
"We're going to have a great weekend. Get in your car. Follow me."
She turned to get in her car, but stopped. This should hurt more, she thought as she saw the blood spurting onto her door. She lost consciousness and collapsed quietly to the ground.
Two men in dark suits scooted carefully under the yellow tape. "A bouncer called it in," Detective Somerset said. "No weapon so far."
Detective Adams rummaged through her purse. "Barbara Franklin, age thirty-five. Oh, holy shit!"
"What?"
"Do you know who this is?"
"Yeah, you just read her name. Oh no."
"Yup," Adams said. "Pictures in her wallet, too. The old man's wife. He's away this weekend, isn't he?"
Somerset surveyed the scene. "Whoever did it was good with a knife."
Adams pulled out his phone. "We have some Maurice DeFleur guy in the dumpster. Forensics is working on that area now and we have this mess. You call for a supervisor while I call the boss."
"Is there ID on this victim?" Somerset asked, carefully searching the dead man's pockets. He pulled out a damp pair of panties and a small black leather folder. "Fuck me dead. This is Patrolman Tony Mariani, Third Precinct. He's one of ours."
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