The Following Day
The following morning Axle Dominefski was sitting in Marty's hotel room at 8 sharp.
"It sounds like a plan to me," Axle said before taking a sip of coffee that room service had brought up earlier.
"I can't guarantee anything," Marty said, "I'll get you in; maybe he has a computer at home connected to the bank, maybe not."
"I know. It depends on how conservative the guy is," Axle said. "But if he has one, I can do my magic."
"How?"
"As I mentioned the last time we spoke, the banks servers shouldn't have any connections outside the bank's network. The big banks are very difficult to hack because they follow what's called 'air-gapping,' but this is a smaller bank and they may not have taken advantage of it because of the initial cost. They will in time, but it's possible this bank is behind the times."
"Well, I'll get you into the house, how much time do you need?"
"Hard to say; but let's say, twenty, thirty minutes at the least. What I can do if the computer is hooked up to the main frame is essentially copy everything on his PC then work my magic from the hotel room away from prying eyes."
"I get you in; you do your thing and get out in say thirty minutes."
"Yeah, that's it... provided it falls into place that way. If he's not connected to the main frame from the house we're shit outta luck and will have to try another way."
"I understand," Marty said. "This looks like our easiest way in."
"It is, if it works."
"So let's do it."
*****
On waking at nine that morning, Val could hardly walk, yet she felt exhilarated somehow, and then she remembered meeting him at the hotel. It took some effort, but she managed to get out of bed and walk naked to the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her mouth opened in surprise on seeing the teeth marks, large red hickies, and bruises in the shape of fingers, covering both her breasts. Her nipples were stiff and swollen from being bitten so many times the night before. Her eyes traveled downward to her stomach, where several large red hickies disappeared into her dark pubic hair.
She touched herself and almost recoiled at the pain. She examined her fingers and found them covered with his sperm, looked at her reflection and saw that the sperm was oozing from her vagina and down her thigh. She had a sudden vision of him... no of his cock plunging in and out of her. She shivered and covering her body with a robe thought about the prodigious fucking he'd given her, and she actually came thinking about it.
Val plucked her panties from her purse and examined the semen stains on them then brought them to her nose and inhaled. A moment later she had pried her clean underwear to one side, and began to hurriedly masturbate, comforted by the fact that it was the maid's day off and Caroline was already in pre-school and no one would pass by her bedroom and take note of her actions.
She had her vibrator going, and almost there, when someone began ringing the doorbell and using the brass knocker on the front door at the same time.
Who the hell can that be? She wondered, and then answered her question. Mother, it must be Mother. She's had another fight with Dad. She tucked the vibrator under her pillow, and after putting on a robe, went to the door and opened it, leaving the chain in place, she knew she was alone in the house, no sense in being foolish.
It wasn't her mother. It was him!
"Hey, gonna let me in?" Marty said. He had a sexy grin on his face, but his voice was rough and edgy.
"Do you know what time it is?" Val said trying to sound pissed off, but not even convincing herself.
"Remember yesterday? Well, it's time for the good times to begin again."
"Fuck you!" she yelled, and tried to close the door on him, but he had his foot wedged in the doorway.
"Hey, I know its early and all, but... fuck, I mean I came across town to see you, and this is what I get?"
"That's all you're gonna get too!" she snarled, this time putting force into her words.
"So is the Lord of the Manor home sleeping it off?"
Her expression told him Marcolina was already at work. Marty grinned at Val and said, "I figured the soreness would be gone by now," he said,
"Ready to do it again?"
She felt a chill run up her spine, thought of her semen stained underwear again and found herself teetering on the edge of the orgasm she'd been trying for. Her eyes left his face -- went to the bulge in his crotch, and unconsciously she touched her own crotch and felt the heat of her own lust. She pulled her hand away, but it was too late, he'd seen her.
"Fuck you!" she spat out, and turning away, she stormed back into her bedroom. Marty watched the sensual roll of her hips until she slammed the bedroom door, leaving him standing there.
He counted to ten, while waiting for her to open the bedroom door. When the door remained closed Marty waved Axle over from where he had hidden himself against the side of the house. Both men entered the house.
"It may be easier than we thought," Axle whispered quietly.
Marty nodded and motioned Axle to get out of sight, and he did. Marty he took a step back, raised his right foot and kicked the bedroom door open, splintering the door itself, and ripping it off one hinge. He kicked the door shut with his heel, and moved quickly into the bedroom.
He had never been in her home before, but that didn't bother him. When he confronted her she was sitting on her bed, knees up against her breasts. As he reached for her he had a clear view of her frilly red thong. He grabbed her left ankle, and yanked her off the bed. She made a loud thump on the hard wooden flooring when she landed on her ass and cried out in pain and indignation.
Val's first conscious thought was getting revenge, but when he pressed his face to her stomach, she almost bit through her lip. Then his dick was out and slapping her face. An inhuman sound came from Val's throat as the need to be ravaged swelled up in her, eradicating all other thoughts.
She banged the back of her head against the side of the bed as she tried to pull away from him; but opened her mouth hungrily, providing him with her mute approval. He leaned over her, slid his hands under her nightgown, and took both breasts into his hands and felt the large, dark nipples hardening under his fingertips.
A groan escaped her throat, and Val struggled to her feet, using her hands on his back and shoulders to help her get there. They went into a clinch, straining against each other, both of them delighting in the feel of her breasts mashed against his chest, and the impact of his hard cock bulging against her navel.
I've needed this for so long, she thought fleetingly; and then in a heartbeat, they were wrapped together, his mouth hard on hers, her hands fisted in his hair, as he worked his leg between her thighs.
The raw hunger, the physical need, shook them both. She had a small orgasm, a result of having used the vibrator for those twenty minutes before he knocked at the door, and his close, heated proximity of the moment. Her emotions ran amuck. Although he was fully erect and exposed, she tore at his belt, wanting him naked before her.
She didn't think, couldn't think. Not with his mouth burning her lips off. Not as he yanked her nightgown off, and plucked a breast loose from between them and brought it to his mouth.
Like children wrestling, they rolled over the rug, the only sounds incoherent murmurs and strained breathing.
*****
Axle moved stealthily through the house, eyes seemingly everywhere, until he found Joe Marcolina's office with the pc sitting alone on his over-sized ornate, mahogany desk.
It was even easier than Axle had expected. Joe had a direct tie-in to the banks system. Even better, he had two bank accounts written on a piece of paper taped to the right hand drawer of the desk.
Could it really be this easy? Axle asked himself as he sat down at the desk and turned the computer on. Four minutes later, Axle was positive he was in the system and hooked his home made file copier up to the computer and turned it on.
While the copier ran, he meticulously copied the accounts found in the desk drawer on a piece of notepaper and put it in his pocket. When the copier was finished some ten minutes later, Axle restored everything as it had been before he came into the room and then slowly made his way to the front door. He paused and listened after opening the door, heard Mrs. Marcolina wailing, "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!" and left the house with a broad grin on his face.
Marty you do have a way with the ladies, he said softly as he made his way to the non-descript Plymouth parked around the corner.
*****
"You're back!" Val sniffed then sniveled, as her nose started to run. Wiping it with her arm, she renewed her wailing. "Oh, God, oh God, oh, God!"
"So," Marty said, laughing with a lewd joyfulness he'd never be able to explain, "you missed me, eh?"
"Ahhhh, you crazy fuck! Put it back in me!"
"Gladly," he laughed giddily, and pulled her thong down to her knees.
Her pelvis was churning against him. He was experiencing difficulty in keeping up with her. She was erupting beneath him, her legs wrapped tightly around his buttocks. Using short bursts of energy he retaliated, pumping furiously, and then stopping briefly to recover.
She continued relentlessly. Her skin was hot, smooth, and unbearably soft to his touch. He wanted to taste it, devour it—he found her mouth, and she slowed her movements in order to greet his tongue. He felt like an animal, knowing he could hurt her, would hurt her if he didn't finish soon.
"Just lean back and relax, Val. Relax so I can get it all in. You can take it all, baby; you just have to know how to work it. Your shit is so tight ... mmmmm, let me get your legs up, like this ...."
She was vibrating beneath him, her eyes huge and dark, and her lips swollen with desire. Her eyes teared up, and then set her mascara running as she began crying like a baby while the orgasm vented her body. Marty plunged into her with renewed vigor, and brought on his own climax.
They lay still on the rug for a long time.
He opened his eyes to find her staring at him. Her smile bloomed as she framed his face in her hands. "Welcome back," she said, and let the slow, quiet kiss soothe them both. Their tongues both escaped at the same time, twirling in the shared space of their joined mouths, pulling and sliding across each other, tasting each other, delighting in the texture, the feel, the slight friction of tongue on tongue.
After eliciting another groan from her, Marty slid the palms of his hands slowly down the front of her breasts, knowing now, how she both loved and hated the friction of it, the raw feel of skin on skin. She didn't pull away though, continuing to crush him against herself, her hands pulling at his skin, scraping her fingernails up to his shoulders, and down his spine again and again, leaving long red trails in their wake.
As his hands cleared the bottom of Val's breasts, she wriggled with delight, and, goose bumps appeared briefly on her skin, only to disappear as they pulled each other close again. His hands slid, staying on her skin, over her small cheeks, caressing the tightly delightful mounds of skin, his fingers sliding delicately down the crease between them, down between her legs, and under, until she jumped, and he felt his semen seeping out of her.
He held still there for a moment again, listening to her breathe, and feeling her move, just a little, against his fingers, encouraging more pressure, more exploration. He had other plans though, and moved his hands back, much the way they had come, skimming lightly over her puckered ass, enjoying the shiver that resulted.
