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"What's going to happen to them Arnie?" Alicia panted, as he thrust into her from behind. She was on her hands and knees, on the tiger-skin rug, in front of the library fireplace. She was still wearing her stiletto-heeled boots, but nothing else.
The boys are going to take a drive over to Congleton reservoir with them, tonight, along with some suitable lumps of concrete!" he gasped, pounding into her sopping pussy. "Mister Mike O'Reilly, and his big, busty blonde, will vanish off the face of the globe, after today!"
Alicia felt her blood run cold. He was calmly talking about killing two innocent people, as if he were discussing a routine shopping trip to the local supermarket! She tried to ignore his pronouncement and thrust her hips backward, attempting to absorb every last millimeter of his cock with each powerful thrust, hoping he wouldn't pull out of her, before she'd attained her own climax.
"Uuuuuunnngh!" With a loud grunt of relief, Arnie ejaculated into her already streaming vagina.
As he slumped forward against her upraised buttocks, Alicia ground her sex back against his crotch, trying for her own fulfillment. "Yes, yes, yes! Harder, harder, darling!" she gasped, in encouragement, but it was already too late.
With a sense of bitter disappointment, she felt his cock shrinking, and slithering from her wet sheath, despite her desperate attempts to retain it!
He stepped back, panting heavily. "I've got to go out on business, darling!" he informed her. "I'll leave Butch here, to keep an eye on our visitors! If there's any problems, you can contact me on the mobile!"
She nodded, licking the cum off her red lips, from her earlier blow-job. "When will you be back, sugar?" she asked.
"Around six this evening!" he replied, slipping his cock back inside his Y-fronts, and zipping up his fly. "Try to keep yourself amused, while I'm gone!"
She smiled. She knew he was referring to the huge selection of vibrators and dildoes that he'd bought her, over the last few weeks. She raised up her face, her lips pursed, and he gave her a brief peck.
"See you later, doll!" he said, with a grin, straightening up, and walking out of the room.
-oOo-
Butch glanced up from his copy of 'Pumping Iron' magazine, as Alicia walked into the kitchen. She was still wearing her sexy, little, red number, and the thigh-high boots, he noted.
She walked over to him, and deliberately sat astride his one, denim-clad thigh. "Butch, honey," she murmured, in a wheedling tone of voice, "I want you to do Alicia a little favor?" As she spoke, her one shoulder strap slipped off, and he could see the top of her dark areola, peeping out from her low-cut neckline.
He shifted, uncomfortably. "Yeah, what?" he asked, suspiciously, raising his gaze to her face.
She ran her fingers through his hair, and gave him a light kiss, full on the mouth.
"Jesus, Ms. Alicia, don't do that!" he exclaimed, jerking his face away. "If the boss even suspected that you and I were messing around, he'd kill me!"
She grinned, mischievously, then deliberately slid her skirt up her thighs, revealing her naked crotch. A small, dark patch of moisture stained the tightly stretched, faded blue denim, where her pussy had rubbed against his knee. "I just want to have a little fun with our two friends downstairs, before you and Bull take them for a ride into the sunset!" she murmured, pouting, sexily.
He pushed her away from him, a scarred look on his face, as he rose to his feet. "You're a mighty dangerous lady, Alicia!" he muttered, darkly.
She stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up against him. "Well, what about it?" she asked, huskily, before nibbling at his ear.
He pushed her away, nervously. "Stop that!" he growled. "All right, but I come along with you!"
"I don't mind if you have a wank, while you're watching me get off with them!" she said, sweetly, chucking him under the chin.
Butch blushed, and turned to the exit. "Com'on then!" he muttered, annoyed with himself, for letting the slut get to him.
-oOo-
Alicia's heels click-clacked on the stone steps, as Butch led her down into the darkened cellar. There was a click, as he switched on the overhead electric lights, revealing the two naked prisoners hanging from their manacles, both of their heads slumped forward against their chests. Neither showed much sign of life, although Alicia thought she heard a slight groan come from Mike's blooded lips. He was still wearing the frilly garter belt and stockings, she noted.
"God, I hope they're all right! They both look in a pretty bad way!" she thought, anxiously, as she approached them, with Butch trailing just behind. She grabbed Mike by the hair, and yanked his head up. He groaned, and his eyelids fluttered open. She kissed him savagely, whilst her free hand reached out and grasped his balls.
Butch chuckled, as he watched the whore sink to her haunches in front of the prisoner. "The dirty slut's going to blow him off, in full view of the girl and myself!" he thought, excitedly.
Alicia went to work with her mouth, tongue and hands, and soon, Mike's cock began to react to her loving care and attention. It started to grow and harden, and soon, it was standing out, hard and erect, his ballsack taut and partially withdrawn. She eased back the tight foreskin, and ran her tongue around the glistening, purple glans, before expertly going down on him.
Butch found himself getting a hard-on just from watching her, as her head bobbed up and down on Mike's glistening shaft. Faint gasps of pleasure came from the prisoner's slack mouth, as she quickly brought him to the very brink of orgasm.
Suddenly, she stopped and stood up, and slipped the red dress from her shoulders. It fell about her waist, revealing her shapely, naked breasts, the prominent pink crests, already standing out hard and aching. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper at the small of her back, until it opened, then she pushed the dress down over her hips, allowing it to fall about her feet. She was now totally naked above her boot tops, her thong bikini bottom having long been discarded.
She stepped out of the dress, then bent down to pick it up, as Butch admired her firm, shapely derriere. "Take care of this for me!" she ordered, straightening up, and tossing the garment over to him, oblivious to his bulging eyes. He automatically caught it, as she turned back to face Mike. She stepped up close, pressing her hard nipples into his hairy chest, as she swiftly guided his erection into her waiting pussy, with her right hand. "I like your sexy garter belt!" she murmured. "I've got several just like it!"
He stared back at her, with a look of utter contempt on his face. "Bitch!" he gasped, weakly.
