Sandra's body shook as she felt the endless climax roll thru her insides. She pulled her legs up as he gripped her thighs and folded them to her breast. He was on top of her as he pounded downward, sending his cock even deeper in her pussy. "Oh ... Oh ... Oh ..." Sandra whimpered with every drive of his massive cock. She shuttered again as she felt another orgasm building in her depths. "Fuck me ... Fuck me good ... oh you feel so fucking good!" she screamed as he hammered her pussy hard.
Sandra felt his cock harden as he fucked her with forceful thrusts as he neared his climax. She didn't want this to end, but knew he was going to cum very soon. She pulled his face to hers again as she kissed him hard. "I can feel your cock growing," She told him as his pace quickened. "Cum inside me ... cum deep inside me, I want to feel your sperm fill me full." She told him as she held his face close to hers. "Tell me when you're going to cum." This pushed him over the top.
"I'm going to cum ... here it comes, oh god, I'm going to .... Cum." He said as his face tensed and he plunged his cock deep inside her, "I'm coming ... I'm coming deep inside you!"
Sandra felt him twitch as his seed blasted into her depths. His powerful stream warmed her womb as he filled her pussy full of sperm. She tensed and closed her eyes as she rolled thru another orgasm as she felt his cock spasm inside her, shooting load after load of his semen deep inside her womb.
Sandra opened her eyes as her trembling ceased and Tyrell eased his long member from her depths as he kissed her lightly on the lips. He lifted himself off her as her legs, "How did that compare to your fantasy?"
Sandra stood next to the couch as she gathered her delicate clothing, "The fantasy didn't do you justice," She looked up to him and smiled, "You ate a fantastic lover."
"I have to ask you, that ring on your finger ... your married?" he quizzed her as he tucked his shirt inside the pinstriped slacks.
Sandra held her hand out as she gazed at the shimmering diamond on her left hand. "Yes, my husband ..." She looked around the room as she contemplated her words carefully, "My husband ... he's in Virginia right now." She folded her dress over her arm and clenched the skimpy panties in her hand.
"So ... does he know what you're doing here?" Tyrell pulled his jacket over his shoulders.
"I think he might have a good idea," she turned her head toward the spiral stairs as she felt her eyes dampen, "But he knows I still love him, I hope."
They walked toward the hall as he took Sandra by the hand, "I suppose you're here just for the sex then, Tom must be paying you well."
Sandra felt her stomach churn as his words dawned on her; he thought she was a whore, a paid prostitute to perform lewd sex acts with the paying customers. "I need to clean up; I'll be there in a minuet." She said as she entered the bathroom smiling back at him and closing the door softly.
Bruce and Carl heaved the dead weight of their friend across the yard as they approached the barn. The brisk wind tossed dried leaves across the ground as they swirled in the air. As they entered the wooden framed building, Bruce directed them to an empty stall to the left. They eased the body to the ground as they sighed in relief. Bruce lit a small lantern as Carl sat on a bail of hay. The two men took deep breaths as they regained their strength. The wind howled thru the spacious barn as the two sat in silence. Bruce noticed Carl's eyes widen as he stared toward the rafters. He turned his head as he leaped to his feet at the strange sight. A misty haze swirled above the wooden beams as it swooped down near the two men.
"What the fuck is that!" Bruce screamed as the figure of a man dressed in a black suit with a tall black hat appeared in the fog.
The mirage dipped down as it collided with Carl's body, merging with him as he stumbled back a few steps. Bruce watched as his friend turned toward him, as his face snared sharply with a glowing hue surrounding his body. Carl picked up a large pitch fork and held it at Bruce. Bruce stammered to his feet as he backed away from his overcome friend. Carl tracked his movements as he growled boisterously, following his every step. Bruce stopped, as his path was blocked by the stalls. He turned and ran down the edge of the barn as Carl pursued. Bruce was corned as he backed into an empty stall as the radiant figure drew near. Carl followed him slowly as he maneuvered him to the end of the stall. Carl thrust the fork wildly as he buried the steel prongs deep into Bruce's chest. He stood and watched as his friend gurgled with pain as his lungs filled with blood. He stepped from the stall and climbed the ladder to the loft, as if he had a mission to perform. He picked up a long length of rope as he tossed the end over a rafter and tied the other end to a side beam that framed the large structure. He made a noose in the dangling end and pulled a bail of straw under the noose and climbed on top. He placed the rope around his neck, as he smiled, kicking the bail from under his feet. He kicked and twisted as his body flailed about, kicking madly as his breathing stopped. He twitched a few more times, then silence. His body swung side to side as the rope creaked from the strain. The misty haze emerged from his body as the man looked back. He smiled at the swinging carcass as he fled to the ceiling. The wind blew softly as the air engulfed the fog. An eerie silence filled the barn as the mist vanished, leaving the two bodies alone in their shame.
Tom was sitting on the couch with several of the buyers as they discussed what weapons he was offering when Tyrell entered the living room. He took his seat next to Ndale as he questioned the butler abut the M16's as he smiled at his associate. "When do we get to see the merchandise?"
"Follow me gentlemen," Tom stood as he led the men into the kitchen, "We'll get this business finished before Sandra distracts you again." He chuckled as they approached the doorway to the cellar.
Sandra gazed at her figure in the long mirror as she watched the white creamy fluid streak down her inner thighs. "Just a whore, that's what I've become. Tom wanted a little slut to perform for his friends as he played the host, and I was all too willing." She pondered to herself. She pulled a towel from the self and wiped the semen from between her legs. "What is wrong with me, how can I be letting this happen. Troy ... What will he think if he finds out what I did?" She pulled the tiny butterfly from her hair as she picked up a brush. "It's just a fantasy, that's all. They would take her anyway; they would all rape her if she didn't do it freely on her own. She had to do it, she had no choice." She brushed her hair and reformed the braids. "Troy would never know what she did, how could he? He was tied up to a bed, and he trusts me." She tied the butterfly at the end of the braids as she tossed her hair to her back. She placed the towel between her legs as she wiped the seeping fluid from her slit, as her eyes shimmered with a dark shade of green. "I have to finish this, don't listen to that other bitch, I'm the one in charge here, this is what I wanted. These men want me, they all want me. I will finish this, my fantasy is here, I will live it out, let it happen, finish it." She pulled her dress up her legs and snapped the little brass clasps. She smiled at herself and winked. "It's time." She slipped the tiny panties over her slender legs and tugged the thin string between her tush.
Sandra strolled into the kitchen as the last of the guests entered the doorway to the cellar as he closed the door with a thud. She walked to the leather cased bar and poured a tall glass of Brandy. She sat down in the plush sofa and sipped her drink as she waited for her friends to return.
Tom pried off the top from one of the crates, as he brushed the straw to one side. He pulled a large machine gun from the box and handed it to Ndale for his inspection. The gun was passed around the group as each set of buyers discussed there needs. After several minuets of deliberation, the price and quantity was decided as the men all shook hands with Tom.
"I'll be right there; I just need to check on something." Tom said as the men climbed the steps to the kitchen and the door slammed closed. "Where are you fuckers." Tom thought to him self as he searched the cellar for his friends. He opened the unlocked shutters that led to the side of the house. "They didn't come back, I'm sure Carl would have made sure the door was locked." He walked up the stairs and looked around the moon lit yard. "They might be in the barn," he tried to figure out the most reasonable path they would take with Juan's body. It's been several hours since he had last seen them, as they heaved the lifeless body of their comrade toward the hatch of the cellar. He noticed a light flickering thru the opening of the unbolted barn doors as he walked cautiously toward the wooden structure. He peered inside the opening as he pulled lightly on the heavy framed doors. He tensed as a scuffling sound came from the rafters as hay tricked down from the loft. He noticed Juan's body crumpled in a heap in one of the empty horse stalls as the light from a hanging kerosene lantern shimmered across his corpse. He shivered as a fear settled in the pit of his stomach. He crept inside as his eyes investigated the upper areas of the tall empty space. He inspected the vacant stalls as he inched his way along the edge of the barn.
