Operation Rigid Pt 03

TWO

Final Exam

I glared at Mother. The six women who'd just entered the room had all been my lovers over the past three years. They were, without exception, lovely, sexy, or both. They weren't my only lovers during that time, but any others were one-night stands and nothing more. Only Camila wasn't grinning at me like she was in on some cosmic joke, a joke I still didn't have a clue about.

"No more games," I growled, glaring at Mother as she lounged on the bed in all her womanly glory. "Tell me what the fuck is going on."

"I did. I've spent over three years, and nearly two million dollars, training you for a mission."

"Okay, so why are they here?" I asked, jerking my thumb at the women.

Mother smiled. "They were part of your training, and now they're here to prove to me you're ready."

A weight settled in my stomach. "Part of...? What do you mean?"

"I mean, these lovely ladies contracted with me to turn you into a hard-fucking beast." She smiled like a hungry cat eyeing a particularly tasty looking mouse. "They've been reporting your progress back to me. They think you're ready." Her smile spread. "From their reports, and what you just did to me, I'm inclined to agree, but I have to know. I'm only going to get one shot at this, and I have to be sure."

I met each of the women's eyes in turn, and their smiles began to disappear. "You were paid to be with me?" I demanded.

They all looked uncomfortable, except for Beth, who met my glare with her own unflinching stare, but then she never apologized for anything. Lori looked up and met my gaze. "I can't speak for anyone else, but no, not the way you mean. I was told to seduce you, to teach you... certain things." A faint smile touched her lips. "For me, at least, there was more to it than the money." Her smile returned, if with a little less wattage. "Trust me, I'd have done it for free."

The other five women nodded in agreement. It was all starting to make sense. For the past three years, I'd had one amazing sexual adventure after another. I'd done dozens of things most men could only dream of, but it was all a fucking lie. I didn't love any of the women, but it still pissed me off that for three years I'd been led around by my cock, and I hadn't had a fucking clue it was happening.

The only woman of the six that really hurt to find out was paid to be with me was Camila Muñoz. She was a raven-haired beauty with large dark eyes and a beautiful complexion that spoke of her Latin heritage. I'd been dating her steadily for the past two years, and unlike the other women, with Camila it wasn't only about sex. I fucked Alison, Beth, Lori, Misty, and Karen, but I made love to Camila. I didn't love her, but I did care for her. About a year ago I'd suggested we start seeing each other exclusively, but she'd claimed she wasn't ready for that level of commitment and wanted to keep our relationship open and casual.

Now I knew why. I was nothing but a job to her. Camila worked for one of the Houston Spanish language television stations as a prime-time news anchor, and her job had been to teach me Spanish. She claimed she spoke little English, so I'd learned Spanish as I taught her English. Having her invite me into her bed, cry out as we made love, and whisper sweet words to me, all in Spanish, was incredibly sexy. I still had an accent, but after two years of motivated lessons, I spoke fluent Spanish.

I glared at her. "I guess we won't be having dinner tonight?" I growled at her in Spanish.

She wouldn't meet my eyes. "I'm sorry," she murmured in the same tongue.

"Was any of it real?" She didn't answer and stared at her shoes. I glared at her a moment longer. "You could always speak English, couldn't you?" I said, switching to my native tongue.

"I'm sorry," she repeated in near perfect English, not the heavily accented and stilted version she'd used in the beginning with me.

I nodded once, my lips pulled tight in annoyance. Our entire relationship was a lie. No wonder she was able to so easily figure out what I was trying to say as I struggled to learn her language. I was so fucking stupid. I never had a clue. Not with any of them. While all the women except for Beth looked, to varying degrees, uncomfortable with my reaction, Camila seemed... hurt. I guess they thought I'd laugh it off as a big joke. Well, fuck them all. I was the one who'd been used. I returned my attention to Mother.

"So now what? They're going to give you my report card or something?"

Mother's smile became cold. "More like your final exam. You want to find out why I want you, why I've put so much time, effort, and money into you?" She nodded at the woman. "Fuck them, fuck all of them, and find out."

I glanced between the women and Mother. I'd already fucked the shit out of each these women multiple times, and enjoyed the hell out of it each time, but it still pissed me off that I'd been used. On the other hand, fucking part of the secret out of Mother had been incredibly exciting, and now I was going to have to fuck the rest of it out of these bitches. Then another piece of the puzzle suddenly fell into place.

"You," I growled, glaring at Mother. "You were the one that had TTS recruit me out of college."

Mother's smile never flickered. "You have a... unique... talent that I can use," she replied, and another piece of the puzzle locked into place.

I held her gaze for a long moment. Her stare never wavered, silently challenging me to prove what she already knew to be true. I still couldn't figure out how, or why, my ability to fuck fit into Mother's plan, but I was intrigued. I'd apparently been training my ass off for three years for this, whatever

this

was, even if I hadn't known it. Whatever she had in mind for me had to be more exciting than standing around providing security for some paranoid celebrity or guarding a shipment of diamonds or cash.

"Fuck it!" I snarled as I turned to face the women. "If we're going to do this, then let's fucking do it! Which of you bitches is going to be first?"

There was a long pause when nobody moved. "Fuck it," Beth sneered as she began roughly stripping out of her signature jean vest. "I haven't had a good hard fucking since the last time you fucked me."

Bethany Simmons was a kinky bitch that was into pain and domination. She liked nothing better than trying to fight me off while I manhandled her, both of us crying out as pleasure and pain became one. She was a lean hardbody that worked the weights, had short Technicolor hair, its color changing with her moods, and ran a dozer for Tittleman Construction. Her most distinctive feature, however, was the spiderweb tattoos covering her ample breasts, with the web's centers around her nipples. The webs on her breasts were connected with a single strand from each web, joining between her breasts to trail down her stomach to where a black widow spider lurked just above her hairless pussy.

I met her when she, and a few other guys who worked for Tittleman, decided to hang around the construction site after their day ended to watch TTS use the ditches, piles of construction materials, and equipment scattered around the job site to practice our engage and evade skills. They'd given all of us a trainload of shit every time one of us got captured or shot, but afterwards we'd all gone out for a beer. After the beer, Beth and I had gone to my place where we tried to blow our backs out as we fucked rough and hard. I still fucked her when she called and wanted to hookup. When I arrived at her place, we both knew the reason I was there, and the fucking was always immediate, rough, loud, and supremely satisfying as we fucked and fought in equal measure.

I sneered at her, suddenly in the mood for a good, hard, hate-fuck.

With Beth breaking the stalemate, Lori began stripping as well, pulling her blouse over her head, her full breasts bouncing with its rough removal, and threw it aside. "Same here. I haven't had a taste of you in over a year, and I'm going to fuck you stupid."

Laura Hambrick was a big brunette with curves for days. She was bi-sexual, and while she carried a few extra pounds, it was in all the right places, didn't affect her ability to fuck, and she loved sex as much as I did. She was into marathon sessions, liked threesomes and moresomes, and I'd shared her with men and women alike. She also constantly rode my ass to not come when I was fucking, even as she was demanding that I fuck the shit out of her or one of the women she was sharing me with. Lori worked as the finance manager at Steele Ford, the dealership where I'd purchased my truck because TTS employees got a discount there, and I hadn't seen her in over a year. She'd ghosted me after a weekend marathon fuck session, where me and another guy she knew tried to fuck her, the guy's wife, and a mutual woman friend, to death. When she wouldn't return my calls, I'd assumed I'd done something to piss her off, but apparently she'd disappeared because her job was done.

"Then come on, you fucking bitches, and show me what you've got!" I snarled, the challenge of having to satisfy both Beth and Lori at the same time, the two hardest fucking women I knew, returning me to steel like hardness.

"I'll fucking show you what I've got," Beth growled as she dropped to her knees in front of me while the rest of the women spread out to give us room. As she settled, I grabbed her by the crown of her head and under her chin to force my cock all the way into her mouth. More than once she'd demonstrated her ability to swallow every inch of me, and as she writhed and pushed against my legs, fighting to free herself from my cock, I held her tight, knowing she got off on the rough treatment.

"Holy shit! How does she do that?" one of the other women murmured.

She began hitting my leg with her fists as she struggled to back off. Still holding my cock deep down her throat, I barked out a cry of pain and pleasure as she slapped my balls to get me to release her. When I didn't, she slapped my balls again, harder this time, and then grabbed them, pulling and squeezing them as I growled low and deep. This was a game she and I had played many times, where she abused my balls with increasing severity until I let her go.

"Fuck!" I barked when her abuse became too much to bear, and I released her head.

She immediately threw herself back, coughing and gagging as she tried to recover her breath. "You fuck!" she snarled after a few hard pants, before spitting on my member and swallowing it again while grabbing my ass, her fingers digging into my flesh as she forced my rod down her throat.

Lori finished stripping and then placed her hand on the back of Beth's head and forced her nose harder into my body. "Swallow that big ass cock!"

Beth pulled away from my cock while flinging her arm back to knock Lori's hand away. "Get off me, bitch!" She spat on my cock again, gripped it in a tight fist, and stroked me brutally as she looked up at me with a challenging sneer before diving down my shaft again.

Lori stepped behind Beth, grabbed both sides of her head, and began to rapidly pull her head back before shoving it forward again, forcing Beth to face fuck me as she emitted bubbly sounding grunts, squeaks, and slurps. With Beth's slobber running down my rod and dripping off my balls, I bared my teeth, my face twisting into an erotic sneer as I fought against my rising pleasure.

"Don't you fucking come," Lori growled as she continued forcing Beth to face fuck me.

It was always the same shit with Lori. I took Lori's arm, drew her from her task, and then pushed Beth back hard enough that she landed on her ass. With my cock free of Beth's mouth, I turned and shoved Lori to the second bed. Since Beth was still wearing her jeans and bra, and Lori was stripped and ready for a fucking, she was up first. I started around the beds to where Mother had placed the condoms, but she tossed me one to halt my progress. I caught it mid-flight and ripped it open in one motion. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Beth had removed her bra and was now stripping out of her jeans.

"Come on! Give it to me! Give me that cock!" Lori sneered as she opened her legs to me.

I rolled the condom over my shaft before I knee walked across the bed. "You ready to get fucked, you whore?"

"Do it!" she growled. I slammed into her with a single vicious plunge. "Fuck!" she wailed softly. "Fuck that pussy, you fucking manwhore!"

"You're the fucking whore. I wasn't paid to fuck you," I sneered as I braced up on stiff arms and pounded into her furiously hard.

"At least I had a reason. You'll fuck anyone that'll spread their legs."

"That must be the reason why I was fucking you."

"Fuck you, asshole!"

"Fuck!" I barked, shaking my head as I tried to fight off my rising orgasm.

"Don't you come! Don't you fucking do it! You hold that shit!"

"Shut the fuck up!" I growled, her words making my need to come worse.

"Shit! Fuck! You're going to make me come, you big-dicked motherfucker!"

A weight slammed into my back before an arm encircled my throat. An instant later Beth tightened her grip to cut off my air. "Think you can make that bitch come before I choke your ass out?" she growled into my ear.

"Fuck, that's hot!" someone murmured.

I bared my teeth as I strained to draw a breath, my face heating with my struggle to breathe while I continued pounding into Lori.

I fell across Lori to free my hands, causing her to grunt under my and Beth's combined weight. Grinding my cock in deep, Lori's breasts pressing into my chest as Beth's did the same to my back, I tried to pry Beth's arms from around my throat, but I had no leverage. In desperation, I threw myself up, tumbling off Lori and rolling so that Beth was underneath me. Using both hands, I gripped Beth's arms where she'd locked her hand over her wrist. She was a strong bitch, but I was stronger. As Lori swung a leg over my hips and dropped to drive my cock deep into her sopping pussy, I hauled on Beth's arms with every ounce of my strength, the muscles in my arms and chest bulging and twisting with effort. At first I wasn't sure I was going to be able to break her hold, but then Beth snarled next to my ear with frustrated effort an instant before her grip failed and I was able to force her arm from my throat.

The strain of having Lori bouncing furiously on my cock as I heaved against Beth's choking embrace was too much. I sucked in a great lungful of air, my rapture overwhelming me as Lori fucked me with abandon. Holding tightly to Beth's wrists as she writhed beneath me, struggling to free her arms from my grasp, my head tipped back over her shoulder as I roared my completion to the room, my cock pulsing hard as I filled the condom with my essence.

"Let go of me you fuck!" Beth sneered as she continued to struggle against my grip.

"Shit! Fuck! I'm going to come," Lori mewled as she began to finger herself furiously while bouncing on my cock.

After a moment of frantic fingering, she wailed softly as her fingers flashing across her pussy splattered her nectar everywhere, the droplets splashing all over my stomach and chest. Lori didn't squirt often, but when she did, I knew she was experiencing a titanic orgasm.

Twisting my hips, I dumped Lori to the bed as she twitched and shuddered before throwing myself out of Beth's grip. Beth lunged after me, but I grabbed her by the face with one hand and shoved her off the bed. I rolled off the bed in pursuit of her as she scrambled to her feet. She lunged at me, her hands balled into fists, before taking a hard swing at my jaw. I deflected the blow before shoving her back and grabbing her wrists again. She spat in my face before I spun her around and slammed her tits first against the full-length mirror hanging on the wall.

Flattening her breasts against the mirror with her hands pinned to the wall, I squatted and drove my cock into her. I should have changed condoms, but fuck it, I wasn't the one that would catch something. With my rod in her tunnel, I released her hands and quickly grabbed her under her chin with both hands, curving her back and pressing her tits harder against the mirror as I jacked her head back. Holding her head back with one hand, I wiped her spittle off my cheek and smeared it over her face as my cock began savaging her pussy.

She slapped her hands against the wall as I returned my hand to her chin, the muscles of her arms bulging as she tried to push herself away from the mirror, grunting and hissing but unable to speak because of my restraining hands. Beth was the only woman I fucked so brutally, and as I pounded into her, I watched the rest of the women in the mirror, their eyes wide and color high as they watched us. Movement caught my eye as Lori sat up, still looking slightly out of sorts, before she levered herself off the bed.

"Fuck that bitch," Lori murmured as she pressed herself into us and reached between Beth's legs to begin fingering her. Beth began to struggle harder, then harder still, her muted cries of pleasure becoming louder and more frequent. "Make her come. Make her come hard," Lori purred.

With my cock plunging into Beth's channel with hard and fast strokes, Lori used her free hand to pull my face down to take my lips in a torrid kiss as she continued to tease Beth's button.

Beth shuddered, sagged, straightened, and then sagged again as her face twisted in erotic agony. I released her and stepped back, watching as she gripped her pussy while slowly settling to the floor. "Fucking, shit, motherfucker..." she snarled softly as she wilted into a puddle.

In the mirror I saw that Karen was undressing. I wasn't surprised she wanted to be next. Karen Hobbs, a flaming red head, loved an audience of any kind. She waited tables at LaSalle's, a high-end steakhouse in Houston, and was a colossal flirt. With her red hair, big breasts, muscular legs, and flirty manner, she attracted men like bees to honey. Those were the same attributes that had attracted me to her as she waited our table when TTS bought the staff dinner there to celebrate landing a major contract. She thrived on being the center of attention, and there was nothing that got her off harder than fucking in front of a crowd, or someplace where there was a chance of getting caught.

She'd once called me from LaSalle's for a quickie fuck to take the edge off, and when I'd arrived, she'd taken me in the women's bathroom during her break. Someone had come in as we quietly banged hard and fast in the stall farthest from the door, our only sound the soft slapping of my hips against her ass. She'd exploded into rapture within seconds of the woman entering the room, and I'd had to clamp my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. With my cock, poking out of the fly of my pants, still buried deep inside her, we'd stood like statues, her black pants around her knees and her white blouse opened so I could fondle her breasts, as the woman entered another stall. As the woman bumped and shuffled in her stall, I began fucking Karen slowly as we waited for the woman to finish her business. When we heard the toilet flush, we again froze until the woman had washed and left. Alone in the bathroom again, I fucked her with renewed passion until I grunted out my orgasm. After I came, we quickly cleaned ourselves with toilet paper, and when she was presentable, she'd slipped out of the stall before pausing at the bathroom door to signal when the coast was clear so I could slip out of the room unnoticed.

I'd fucked her in the back row of an almost empty movie theater, in the pool at her apartment in the middle of the night, and once in the stands at an Astro's game as she sat on my lap. There hadn't been anyone in our immediate vicinity, but for about half of an inning, none of the men and women in our section paid attention to what was happening on the field as they watched Karen and me engage in a different type of stick and ball sport. Her exhibitionist nature had finally led us to fucking at the Pendulum Club, a sex club in Houston, where we'd fucked for over an hour in a private room with windows for spectators. We'd drawn quite the crowd as we grunted and sweated in effort as I'd come twice, and she'd wailed her way through three hard orgasms.