The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K Ch. 2
Keywords: 2, Ch., of, Wonderful, The, Miss, K, Adventures,
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...mainstream press; the undergrounds; TV; talk radio—the pulpits.... Yes...the solicitor needed to talk....
Sydd breezed into the Solicitor's Office.... 'Morning, Ladies....Ms Darnay in? She's expecting me, I believe....Don't bother...I'll show myself in....'
The solicitor's staff was always a bit flustered when Sydd appeared....they didn't know whether to hiss or cheer....then there were those who simply wanted to meet her in the ladies room...for a little close up inspection...and maybe some 'penetrating' 'conversation'....
Sydd rapped lightly on the frosted door pane....
'Come in....' the invitation sounded weary....
Nkechi Darnay looked up over her glasses....sighed...rolled her eyes toward the seat in front of her.... 'Dammit, Sydd,' she began tiredly, 'You're becoming the bane of my existence....'
'Unh, unh, unh....' Sydd chided.... 'Solicitor Darnay, under these conditions... professional decorum and respect demand that you address me appropriately....or....'
'Or...?' Darnay arched her brows....
'Or you'll never climb into my kingsize again....'
Darnay had to choke her laughter....
'Business, Ms. Black....business....
'Officer Dickson's counsel maintains entrapment....'
'He would...but no one told Dickson to wrap his mouth around that pretty, black cock....and besides...I am not with the prosecutor's office...that's your problem....'
'So what do you want?'
''Kechi...you know what I want...and you're going to give it to me: expunge my client's record...restore her good name (to the degree that that can be done)...an official apology...costs....and restitution at half a mill....'
'Half a mill!!!'...Darnay choked again....
'Peanuts, if you remember the last time I met one of the City's hacks in court....'
'Okay...okay...' Darnay is sullen....
Sydd stands to leave...reaches cross the desk to shake goodbye....Darnay leans forward with both hands... cradles Sydd's neck, and forces her tongue down Sydd's throat....no resistance here....
Darnay pushes away...smoothes her blouse and skirt... 'When?'
Sydd cocks a brow as she re-applies lipstick and gloss... 'Your call.... I'm around....'
Out the door, through the lobby.... 'Have a good day,
Ladies....'
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8
A week or two later.... Neel behind the wheel of his most-prized possession—a not quite vintage, Mustang GT convertible—he pulls a right into an old industrial zone—mostly junk yards—this is a late afternoon, early evening parts search for his beloved clunker....
Half way up the block, in front of an abandoned warehouse, two Highway Patrol muscle cycles overtake him, lights and sirens screamin'.... He pulls over to give them berth...to let them pass....one pulls up in front, the other in back....the officer in front dismounts....unsnaps the holster strap....in the mirror, the officer in the rear has already drawn the weapon....
Far from foolish, Neel attempts to speak....the approaching officer—still visored—motions for silence and for him to put his hands on the wheel....he complies....the officer reaches into Neel's right flank...underneath the right armpit—Neel's a lefty—and retrieves the Glock.... No fool, Neel remembers that a pistol is also trained on his head....
He's motioned from the car....motioned to turn and his big, brutish arms are forcefully and efficiently clamped behind him....then...in another deft, but strange move, his legs are shackled....
Before the black sack is thrown over his head and duct-taped across the mouth ....all he can think is 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!...Dickson!....'
Then he's pushed forcefully into the rear of his car and it roars off....
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About half an hour later—by Neel's estimation—the Mustang jerked to a halt...pitching him against the front seats....the last thing he recalled before the chloroform....
The dull thud in his head told him he was awake....the sack still over his head, though not nearly as tight....was he still gagged?...
There was a coolness on his skin....all over....as if he had been completely doused with water....or naked....
He tried to move and realized that he was bound....taped to a chair....though, not much of one...it seemed that his ass overhung it slightly....
He went into his mental exercises...he needed his full faculties if he was going to get out of this....he couldn't see, but he could hear and smell....he could sense a presence...maybe two....
The sounds were all background....the smells....were confusing....industrial....just like his position—chains....gears...oil....leather....a whiff of something else...out of place....
He realized he was naked when something hot splattered on his cock...he jerked and in his surprise cried out slightly, then stilled himself....
Then a hand—a strong, gloved hand—gripped his cock....and began to milk it....
Neel began to grow in that hand—against his will—began to grow hard and long and thick....the more he attempted to resist...the more skilled the hand became....the more mind-games he attempted with himself, the more the hand—literally—manipulated him....
Again, the hot liquid splattered on the head of his cock....rapidly cooled....and then was expertly worked into his sex, lubricating and slicking it....when he realized that the hot splattering was spit....he became harder still...time to surrender he thought....
At the very moment of submission....his balls were cupped and raised....something soft and smooth was placed behind them at the base of his dick....then, it occurred to him: he was being tied off....the cloth—silk, he reckoned—was pulled as tight as possible without damaging him....he felt the blood surge from the base of his cock to the head...and then it seemed to expand....where there had been one hand, there were now two....
Then came the mouth....so hot he made no pretense of control....the cry, then the moan, were tokens of surrender....
Lips that were smooth and full, coated and strong sucked him in....he murmured 'Counselor,' and immediately a strong digit found his asshole and lanced it....he jerked upward into the hot cavern that already encased him...felt it tighten around his cock even more as it worked in cadence with the finger up his ass.... He let the mouth and finger take him away....
Neel fought against cumming...in the end he erupted....spurts and gobs of cum....and his 'tormentor' hardly missed a drop....seeming to savor every pearl....
His hood was shifted just enough to reveal his lips....soft, full lush lips were placed over his...he could smell the sweetness of lipstick and savor the taste of cum...his own....
Drained—literally—Neel slumped in the seat....the notion of 'reprieve' danced in his foggy head—foolishly....
He was jolted back to a certain state of consciousness as the teeth sank into the tender flesh of his nipple and began to nurse....then the tongue began to tease....
Thumb and forefinger tweaked and twisted the other... then slid to his lap and his exhausted member...or, 'exhausted' so he thought... the leather of the palm that gripped him was soft, smooth, and supple...it was also warm and slick....what had just been 'tired,' 'exhausted,' 'played out,' now began to stir....
Between ridges of dental perfection his nipple was assaulted by the tongue....his cock grew harder and harder in the leathered fist...offering it's own 'oil'.... He groaned...silenced himself...then cocked an ear...the 'whirring' was faint—a dim buzzing in his head....til it made contact with his asshole....he made no attempt to stifle the moan this time....
'Ahhhhhhhh!.... Unhhhhhhhhh....' Neel bit his lip....the vibrator played the rosebud of his sphincter...for what seemed like eternity....before it eased in and he let out a full-blown shout.... 'OOOOOOO....SHIT!!! O shit!....Ooooo, shiiiit....' With every inch, it seemed that the hum of the vibrator increased.... As did the length and width of Neel's dick...
Tied off, it was a monster—more of a monster than it had been...his sack swollen as if it held tennis balls...the cock...frightening....
Once again, a hot mouth engulfed him—full of spit...mixing with his copious precum... did he detect a gag reflex as a fresh wave of lubricant covered his dick....?
It was only two or three strokes in that wonderful mouth before he was gripped tightly under the balls where the silk was knotted.... His cock was stood up for the mounting....the orifice was tight—extremely tight—even the mixture of spit and precum, and what apparently was a good quantity of lube, could not take away the friction—the pain—the discomfort—of his entrance...the friction was 'burning' his dick....
For the first time, he heard the voice of the 'mountee'.... No words....just a gasp....a groan....and then a determined and satisfied moan....
Then he felt the sting of the hot, starred and ringed nipples against his own...and an equally hard cock against his tight belly....the hood was pushed up slightly and the lips found his again....the passion was excruciating—exquisite....
She began to moan even more...then murmur as she gained rhythm on his huge root....it was in a whisper....it confused what he thought he knew....he thought he was sure of his assailant....but...now....
'Give me that big cock, Sgt....' she murmured.... 'O....it's so big, Daddi....sooooo gooood....Fuck me like you do the bois, Babi....Give it to Mami....You know I still love it....love it more knowing they play with it too....'
'Counselor???...'Neel gasped between thrusts...
The response was to push the vibrator further up his ass....pushing him over the top....forcing scalding cream into a condom too full of his dick...her deep moan in his ear as she forced her ass down to meet his final thrust....
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