Here's the second chapter. I'm working on the third now. So tell me what you think, please. And if you like my story.
foo armando, I'm glad you like it. Thank you for your encouragement.
Red got into that crowded nightclub, after one of his most horrible days he's had for years. It was a whole fucked up month. Berlin took his wife and tortured her, Lizzy fighting with him for several reasons. Confronting his wife after all those years. Watching how she was happy with her husband, and hearing that she didn't know anything about their daughter. All of this was much. But he had to stay focused, to end this war with Berlin. And to know who set him up. And he eventually knew. It was Alan Fitch. The man whom he had always considered a friend and an alley. And today, he saw the man exploding into too many tiny pieces. And that was the worst event of the day. So he decided to go out to a nightclub, get drunk and even get laid. He needed noise to cover all the noises in his head. He needed crowd, so he doesn't feel lonely. He needed a release.
He thought about many of the women he's enjoyed sex with. But he didn't feel he was ready to deal with any of them. He wanted someone different. Someone new. Someone wild.
He needed a woman to fuck hard. A woman to ignite all the anger inside him till he explodes. A woman who would accept violence, and tolerate harm. And when his eyes lied on the little blonde who was sandwiched between two big guys, he knew it would be her.
He watched her carefully. How she moved between the two guys. How she moved her arms during dancing with them. How she closed her eyes in amusement as they rubbed their erections to her small body. He watched, her body, her face, her eyes and her breasts. And he felt himself getting hard. She had bigger breasts than she should have. Breasts that would fit perfectly in his big hands. He felt the twitching in his pants and suddenly felt uncomfortable with the tight suit pants. He got up and Dembe moved closer, "You got what you need?"
Red shrugged, "Not yet. But I know my target, now."
Dembe nodded, "I noticed that. And I noticed her frequent looks at that guy with gray hair at the bar."
Red put his hand over Dembe's shoulder, "I got it too. Let's go find out about it."
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Red sat on the stool to the bar sipping his wine slowly and watching the little blonde, while Dembe stood a few steps away from him. He liked how the girl was responsive to the guys' touches. How she moved wildly and eagerly between their muscular bodies. He imagined her body rubbed to his and his hand moved to his crotch reflexively trying to find a bigger space for his twitching cock. The girl was pretty hot. When her eyes came to meet his gaze he groaned. He felt himself leaking his pre-cum and knew he wouldn't finish this anywhere but inside her cunt, which must be very tight like her pants.
His eyes moved to the man sitting by him, and he asked casually, "She's your friend? " nodding at the blonde.
The man with gray hair and blue eyes stared at him for a moment confused, then his eyes moved to the blonde, then back to Red, "We are friends and partners."
Red raised his eyebrow, "Partners? And yet you let her dance with others. You must be a very casual man, despite your age."
Red could guess the man must have been over forty five from the few wrinkles on his face and hands. A man of this age wouldn't accept sharing, he thought.
The man chuckled and moved his hand to his pocket and pulled a business card, "No. Not that kind of partnership. We are job partners."
Red took the card and read, "The Marked Angel's Gym?"
The man nodded and moved a hand to Red, "I'm Mark and she's Angela." He nodded at the blonde.
Red shook his hand, "I'm Kenneth. So, you two have a gym. Which seems near from here as the card says."
Mark nodded, "True. Two blocks away from here. It would be a pleasure, if you came and have a look. You would like it, I assure you. The first day is free."
Red nodded, "I'm sure I will. May I buy you another drink? For that nice invitation."
Mark finished his beer and moved off the stool, "I'm afraid I have to go. Angie and I have some work to do in the gym. At..."
He looked at his watch, "Ten. So that gives me about an hour to buy some grocery before we start."
Red grinned, "Good luck. And I'll see you soon in the gym."
Mark shook his hand firmly, "Nice to meet you, Kenneth."
Red replied, "Nice to meet you TWO, Mark."
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Red sat to the bar watching the hot blonde writhing between the aroused men around her. He studied her curiously. How she moved, how she smiled, and how she reacted to each touch. He frowned when he saw her hand wiping her cheek fast as her face turned annoyed. Was she wiping a tear? Was she crying?
She didn't seem she was crying, but from her pissed facial expressions, he knew she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. He guessed she wasn't even feeling her surroundings. She was away with her mind. With her thoughts. Thoughts that brought a single tear to her eyes. And he felt amazed. That hot and wild woman is not reckless as she tries to appear. She is pretending. That Angel is rubbing her sadness away, more than rubbing her body. She's a bleeding angel. A falling angel. She was hurt just like him, and that attracted him more. She didn't like rough encounters, she needed them. She needed to be handled this way to bury her grief. She was in pain. And he was sure she would appreciate physical pain to mask her mental pain. And that made her the one.
He would get her. He came here for a relief. For a release. And Angela is his way to both.
He would take her. He would bury himself deep inside her. He would mix his grief with hers till they explode together. He wanted this woman. And he would get her.
He nodded to Dembe, and moved calmly to the dancing arena. To Angie.
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Angie sat in the back of the black Mercedes-Benz beside Red who introduced himself to her as Kenneth Rathers. She twisted her mouth, "I knew from the first moment that you're rich. But that rich? An E600? You smell like money, Kenneth."
He smiled and leaned to her, "And you smell like sex, Angie."
She gave a side gaze to the black guy who sat behind the wheel. He pressed a button on the door panel beside him, and a black soundproof glass moved to separate them from Dembe.
Red shook his head, "That's funny. You feel embarrassed that Dembe can hear us, and you made all those men cum in their pants a few minutes ago only by pressing your covered cunt to them? You didn't seem shy inside."
She shrugged, "You would be surprised by what I can do in public, dear. And I didn't complain about your driver hearing us."
He cocked his head and licked his teeth, "I like daring woman. And I will be glad to see you cum again in public. This is why I was thinking, since you still have half an hour before you meet your partner, why don't you show me what we can do in a parking lot?"
She looked at him eagerly, "I have all intention to do it, baby. Although I don't call this public."
He chuckled and pulled her to his lap, "Let's say, I'm just not a public man. Now. Angie. I want to be buried deep inside this cunt of you. I want to make you scream while I fill you with my hot, thick cum."
Her body shivered and she swallowed. This man didn't only seem rich. He also seemed dangerous. A man who knows what he want. A man who GETS what he wants. And that moment. She knew he wanted her, and he would get her. Any ways he wanted. She wouldn't have a word. He would make her do what he wants, and she would obey. She would take him deep inside her. He would fill her. She would cum only when he says. She would scream when he empties his hot and thick cum deep inside her.
She flinched at the thought. He cocked an eyebrow watching her face, "Having second thoughts here, Angela."
She cleared her throat, "No man had ever come inside me. Not even my husband. I always ask the man with me to use condom."
His mouth curled in a joyful grin, "That would be an exception with me, my dear. I assure you I'm clean. I always use condoms too. And I take tests frequently. And I assume you're clean too?"
She nodded taken by the weird conversation. She had never felt a man's cum inside her. Even with her husband, she insisted he used condom, although she was on pills. But the idea of one's secretions inside her disgusted her, scared her. But with this dominant man, she couldn't object. She knew she was defenseless with him. Just one look into his eyes, and she would say yes to anything. Even to licking his cum off of another woman's cunt.
His deep voice took her out of her thought stream, "You have a problem with that, Angela?"
She shook her head, "I never have a problem with fucking, Kenneth."
He moved his hand to her crotch, "Good to know that. Now, get naked for me before I tear those clothes off you."
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Angela gasped and closed her eyes tightly when she felt Red's cock filling her tight canal to the hilt. She whimpered after the fast and sudden intrusion of his fat cock into her tight tunnel. She wasn't tight, but he was bigger than any man she fucked. He stretched her painfully, that she felt he was tearing her apart. She felt him deep inside her, that his balls touched her clit. She was straddling him with her back to him and leaning forward. Her hands on the dark glass in front her, and his hands kneading her breasts and torturing her erect nipples mercilessly.
He gave her a moment to adapt to him, then started to move slowly. She cried when she felt his broad crown stroking her spot firmly, and she writhed between his arms. He leaned to her ear and whispered, "You feel it, my Angel? You feel how your hot cunts quivers around me? You feel how my cock fills you? How it strokes your sweet spots? You wanted to feel latex instead? You wanted cold and artificial skin to touch you? Tell me how it feels, Angel. How my cock feels inside you."
She panted as he increased his pace of thrusting inside her, "Good. It feels so good. Your cock is... so smooth and hard. It's... so warm. I feel it... so deep... inside me."
He rubbed his cheek between her shoulders, "And your tits. God. They're perfect. I've never seen such... a perfect creature before. Never. They fit perfectly... in my hands. They... were... made for... me."
His words came out staccato, as he panted with the increased pace. He moved his hands to her hips to move her harder against his thrusts. She was moaning, and felt her folds burning around him, "Please... harder... please... I'm close."
He licked the nape of her neck, "Me too, Angel. You're... driving me crazy. This tight cunt... your voice... I want you to... touch yourself for me, Angie. I want you... to cum hard. I want you... to scream. Scream for me, baby."
Her all body was shaking with the nearby orgasm, but she succeeded to reach her clit and do what he said. She felt him getting thicker inside her stretching her more. He plunged faster into her and she screamed loud, "Oh,my... Kenneth... Aaaaah."
And she came harder than she ever did. He groaned, "Yes, baby. That's... it. I... feel... it. Milk me... I'm... cumming... oh, Angie... aaaah. Aaaah."
And she felt his thick cum rushing into her into hot jets. She cried as they rode their orgasms together and buried their grief into each other.