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Chapter 10 Following His Trail
“237 Montvale Ave, thank you, Garmin,” I whispered to the empty rental car. I’d flown to Chicago that afternoon. The plane was late and by the time I left O’Hare it was getting dark. Fortunately, the car’s GPS direction system worked flawlessly and I found the address without a problem.
I was following the only clue I had. Last Christmas, I’d given Dan an expensive brief case. His old one was looking worn. He’d transferred his stuff to the new one and put the old one in the closet where we kept the home office supplies. I’d gone through everything a half dozen times looking for anything that might tell me where he was. Out of a sense of desperation, I opened the closet and saw the old case.
I was on the verge of panic. In less than fifteen days, either Sergei or the FBI would come looking for me. I’d either wind up in an Egyptian prison being tortured and mutilated or Sergei and friends would kill me in some unpleasant fashion then murder the rest of my family.
I’d just about given up when I spotted the old case in the back of the closet. I opened it and as expected it was empty. I unsnapped the accordion organizer built into the lid. In the back pocket was an empty letter envelope. The letter was addressed to Laurie Wagner at the address in Chicago I was about to park in front of.
There was no return address. I recognized Dan’s neat script. He’d addressed the letter. He’d also assured me he was an orphan and had no known relatives. So why was he writing to a Laurie Wagner in Chicago a city he frequently visited on business?
I fought my urge to storm into the house demanding to know what the hell was going on. 237 Montvale was a modest home on a quite residential street. It was a lot less house than our place. Still, it was neat and tidy. A Ford sedan was parked in the driveway. There were two other cars parked on the street in front of the house.
Here goes nothing I told myself as I stepped out of my car. Although the shades were drawn, I could see lights on in the house.
The door opened almost the moment I pressed the buzzer. An attractive black woman about my age opened the door.
“You’re late, Sugar. Laurie’s pissed,” said the woman.
“Who are you?” I asked spying a blonde younger woman standing behind her. The blonde was dressed in a tank top and jeans skirt that barely covered her bottom. Neither was dressed for church.
“I’m Deidre. That’s Michelle. Laurie’s in the kitchen,” said Deidre before shouting, “Laurie, she’s here.”
An attractive brunette with long curly black hair came storming into the room. “You’re fucking late,” shouted Laurie pointing at me and looking highly annoyed. “I’m going to tell Sam never to use you again.”
I had no idea what she was talking about. But I decided to play along. “I couldn’t help it. My plane was on ground hold in Minneapolis for over an hour and the rental car bus took forever to come.”
She looked at me kind of odd. “Sam didn’t mention you were coming from out of town. Just get in the car. We’ll sort this out later. But if we don’t earn what I expect, it’s coming out of your share.”
Laurie grabbed a nylon bag off a nearby chair and tossed it to me as she headed for the front door. “That’s yours to wear tonight but I want it back when we’re done.
Moments later, I was in the backseat of the Taurus tearing through residential Chicago’s quiet streets at way over the legal speed.
“What’s your name, Sugar,” asked Deidre who’d allowed her bare leg to rest alongside mine?
“Marnie,” I said wondering what I had gotten myself into.
“You going to get a ticket, Laurie,” said Michelle.
“If we get stopped, Marnie can suck off the cops since it’s her fault,” said Laurie.
Her remark made me wonder what Laurie and her friends were up to. But I decided to hold my questions for later when it was just the two of us. Besides, it was the kind of high speed drive that didn’t encourage conversation. Laurie ran a couple of red lights almost causing a wreck before she reached the interstate where she absolutely floored the accelerator. Fortunately, it was only two exits before we left the highway and pulled into the parking lot of a Marriott Residences. The tires were practically smoking as we skidded to a halt.
“Place has got four bedrooms so we shouldn’t be all crowded up like last time,” said Laurie as she checked the signage to find Residence No. 268.
Before I had time to ask what the hell was going on, we were out of the car walking toward a building. Laurie didn’t bother to knock. We just barged in on a room crowded with men. The place smelled of cigars and beer. Hardcore porn was playing on the wall sized HD television.
On screen, a very young and thin blonde with ugly augmented tits was moaning and pleading for two black men to remove their cocks from her pussy and ass. One pulled his twelve inch penis out of her butt hole to show the audience how she looked on the inside. After he spit in the open hole, he plunged back in to the max causing her to scream. I didn’t know where she was acting or not but if it was an act, she deserved an Oscar.
They weren’t watching the type of gentle hardcore porn you find in your neighborhood adult video store. It was illegal rape porn. You had to know someone in the underground where that shit is made and sold. The girl’s nose was smashed to one side and her lip was split. Her ripped clothes were lying nearby. We’d apparently missed the good part where she had been abducted and beat up
“Where the hell have you been,” asked a man who jumped up off the couch. His zipper was open and his cock was hanging out. “Sam promised you’d be here at eight, but it’s past nine.”
Laurie ignored his verbal onslaught. She stepped forward, put one arm around his shoulders and the hand of her other arm around his cock. Then she replied. “You must be Mark. Marnie’s plane was late. And she’s so sorry that happened she’s going to make it up to you. Aren’t you, Marnie?”
I was being put on the spot, but it was too late to protest even though I now had a good idea what I had stumbled into. I needed to work my way into Laurie’s good graces and informing her I wasn’t up for what was planned was not a good beginning. I stepped forward and placed my hand on Mark’s balls and cupped them then I turned to the guys and made my declaration. “I’m so sorry I caused the party to start late. I’ll make it up to you guys; so if you want something different, just let me know. That includes around the world and playing your rusty trombone.”
“Honey, you haven’t heard what I want,” said a fat man seated nearby. He was fisting his short thick cock. Laugher ensued. God knows what I was letting myself in for but it couldn’t be any worse than what I’d faced recently.
“Try me,” I smiled provocatively causing the crowd to all talk at once.
“We need to change,” said Laurie.
“Bedrooms are that way,” said Mark pointing toward the stairs.
“Everyone downstairs in five minutes,” said Laurie as she rushed into one of the bedrooms.
I dumped the contents of my nylon bag on the bed. The first think that struck me was the bridal veil. All the lingerie was white. Not wanting to repeat my tardiness, I sprung into action. Minutes later, I was looking in the mirror at what you would term a bride stripped for action. A white satin bustier cinched my waist and pushed my boobs up to expose my nipples. The tiniest of thongs consisted of a narrow strip up material invisibly buried in my butt cheeks. In the front, a triangle of cloth nestled between my labia barely covered clit and vagina. A lace garter belt held up my hose. I lucked out in that the five inch white sating pumps were only a half size large. I had a feeling none of my attire would be on long enough to be uncomfortable.
“You got a hell of a body, Marnie,” said Laurie entering the room carrying a strap on cock and a tube of lubricant. She casually dropped the items on the bed then picked up a jar of rouge. “Here, let me darken your nipples.” Laurie was wearing similar lingerie but a different color and style.
I stood quietly wondering who was the strap on for and what kind of weirdness I had agreed to.
“Better get rid of the wedding ring,” said Laurie working the cosmetic into my areola. “It might spook one of them.”
“I don’t know why I am still wearing it. He was killed recently,” I said slipping the ring off.
“That’s tough, sorry to hear that,” said Laurie taking her time with my nipples.
“Are you married?” I asked feeling warmth where Laurie was rubbing.
“Yeah, but he travels a lot. I like to maintain my financial independence. I’m on the pole at a couple of clubs,” said Laurie.
“Let’s go before they start butt fucking each other,” said Deidre impatiently as she appeared at the bedroom door along with Michelle. The three were dressed identically. I surmised I was the bride whore and the three were my bridesmaid sluts. Later, I learned it was role play that Laurie had thought up. Supposedly, it was a very popular form of entertainment for Chicago bachelor parties.
Laurie shoved a bouquet of silk flowers in my hands as we reached the top of the stairs. She pressed a button on a boom box she’d brought and Mozart’s Wedding March filled the living area. I’d decided to do my best to please Laurie. Like an innocent bride, I lowered my eyes and progressed down the stairs. That didn’t prevent me from counting the number of men waiting at the bottom of the stairs. There were twenty eight guys in their twenties and thirties. I was going to have a sore pussy in the morning.
It turned out that Mark was the best man who was hosting the party for his younger brother David. As soon as I reached the groom, he took me in his arms and French kissed me as he grabbed my bare butt and pulled me hard against his groin. He was pretty drunk. I didn’t picture he would be doing that in the church tomorrow morning. As soon as we broke the kiss, the faux ceremony started.
“David, do you take this slut Marnie to be your whore for the night? Do you promise to treat her like the cunt she truly is and fuck her anytime you have the urge?” said Laurie who apparently was not only bridesmaid but minister.
“I do,” said David.
“Marnie, do you faithfully promise to suck David’s cock and swallow his hot load without hesitating. Do you swear to never refuse his request for a blowjob, a straight fuck or anal? Will you keep your holes always be open to him and his friends, fucking his buddies as well as him?” said Laurie.
“I do,” I said.
“I now pronounce you David’s surrogate slut wife for the evening. Marnie you may now suck the groom’s dick,” said Laurie.
I went down on my knees and fished David’s cock out of his trousers. Everyone clapped as I licked the head then took the shaft into my mouth.
“I want everyone here to fuck my bride tonight,” said David slapping his cock against my protruding tongue.
“Does that mean we can fuck Ellen tomorrow night,” asked one of the groomsmen.
Ellen turned out to be the real bride.
“Any of you asshole ever touch my wife, I’ll cut your balls off,” said David placing his hand on the back of my head to control the action. He didn’t say it with any heat giving me the impression that he might be the kind who liked to watch his old lady get it on with other men.
“Face fuck the cunt. Gag the bitch,” said Mark as David began to slam his manhood into my throat opening. He, along with most of the guests, was a construction worker, a member of Ironworkers Union 437. They were a tough bunch of in condition young men. I was in for the equivalent of screwing a couple of platoons of Marines.
David’s hands assumed a vice like grip on the sides of my head then wedged his cock head in my throat opening. With another hard shove, I had two inches of man meat blocking my throat opening. It took all my self control not to panic as my air supply was cut off. The problem worsened when David pinched my nostril’s shut.
“Teach you to be late,” said Mark wrapping his hands around my throat from behind and squeezing hard. The best man is supposed to help out wherever he can.
My hand was working my clit hard as I began to pass out. I had the kind of soul searing orgasm near strangulation can cause. I could feel the walls of my vagina rhythmically contracting as I climaxed. My entire body was shaking. That got my libido running in overdrive. I was ready for a night of hard screwing.
Saliva spilled over my lower lip onto the tops of my breasts when he let me come up for air, but only after I began to shake violently. Mucus poured out of my nostrils and my eyes filled with tears as David choked me with his cock.
Thank God, he got bored before I suffocated. He was pretty drunk. So drunk he decided to share his insecurities and fantasies with me. Weddings don’t necessarily bring out the best in people.
“Ellen, I am going to fuck the shit out of your bitch ass in Aruba,” whispered David to me as he bludgeoned my cheek with his manhood. Obviously, he had unresolved issues with his bride-to-be that he planned to address on his honeymoon. Or did he? Was the bride really in charge and David acting out his resentment? I find this kind of psychological shit fascinating.
I acted the responsible hooker and accepted my role. I spoke in a teasing voice. “What are you going to do to me, David? Are you going to take me out on the beach and screw me in the sand like a cheap island whore? Tell me all the filthy nasty things you’ll force me to do.”
“I’m going to fuck your precious asshole so hard it bleeds. I don’t give a shit how hard you beg me not to,” said David as he pushed me down on all fours, parted my cheeks to spit on my ass, and then slammed his very large cock into my rectum. Without any foreplay or lubricant other than sputum, it felt like someone had rammed a red hot poker up my ass. I grimly hung on, pushing my butt back to take his cock deep in hope that I would soon loosen up.
“Oh David, it hurts. I’ve never done anal before,” I said as I stroked my clit and massaged his impressively large balls. He was well endowed and it felt good to have a pair of warm low hangers in my hand.
“I know that, Bitch. I’m going to get you drunk and screw you in the butt. Then I’m going to let the bellmen fuck your butt. You won’t shit right for a month. You’re going to learn who’s boss, Bitch. I don’t give a shit how much money your daddy has,” said David staring hard into my eyes. I gave the marriage six months at best.
Around us, the others had started their own psycho-sexual drama. Our late arrival meant they were too horny for foreplay. My fellow escorts were quickly stripped of their panty and bra then penetrated in multiple orifices.
“Take it easy, fellows. Everyone will get all the pussy and ass they want,” said Laurie as she was bent over the arm of the couch. Two guys were attempting to force their cocks into her orifices.
“You’re the boss, David. I’ll do anything you say just don’t hurt me,” I said now greatly enjoying my ass fucking. “You got such a big cock and I love it in my ass.”
“ATM time, lick me clean, Cunt,” said David pulling out of my butt to present himself to my lips. It had been a long travel day with no time to douche out my bowels. My rectum was ripe and his cock was coated with something that looked like Mom’s fudge but didn’t taste as good.
“It’s nasty. David, please don’t made me do that,” I said.
“Suck it clean, you shit eating whore. FYI bitch, Ed told me he’s been fucking you. The guilty bastard got drunk the other night at my place. It seems he’s acquired a bad case of the guilts for banging his little sister. He spilled his guts about how he’s been screwing you since you were in the ninth grade. You’re an incestuous slut,’ said David going amazingly deep into the role play. I wondered if he would ever confront the real Ellen about having sex with her brother. I found the whole David and Ellen imbroglio fascinating enough to lick my shit off his love stick.
“There, it’s clean. Now please, David, screw me in the ass. Fuck me hard like Ed does,” I said. Ed was actually a few feet away with his cock buried in Deidre’s ebony pussy.
“Ed took your cherry. Didn’t he, Ellen?” said David.
“All right, Motherfucker, Ed was my first. He busted me wide open and I loved it. I can’t get enough of his cock. I want you to watch him screw me?” I said.
By one o’clock in the morning, we four girls had collected every singe sperm in Room 268. That accomplishment was even more impressive when you consider most of the guys were turbo charged by a combination of Viagra and cocaine.
There had been a bride round in which each of the twenty eight had dipped their cocks into my pussy. Michelle turned out to be the piss queen. She’d set on the commode in the half bath and swallowed enough beer piss to give her a round tummy.
I was giving David a final face ride in the cowgirl position when all hell broke loose. He was doing an excellent job of eating my sloppy pussy and I was not in the mood to be interrupted. Without warning, in strode a drunken group of five well dressed women.
“David, you promised there wouldn’t be any hookers at your party,” said the youngest.
“Ellen, what the hell are you doing here,” asked David looking up between my legs with his face covered with the slime of a well fucked vagina?
“This is a private party,” said Laurie who had fucked herself silly and was high as a kite on coke.
“Get off my future husband, you whore,” said Ellen grabbing my hair and pulling hard.
That was a mistake. I countered with a solid punch to her gut that crumpled her to the floor. She gasped for breath a couple of times then puked on the rug.
That occasioned a melee between the women which my side easily won. Hookers are a tough lot and I was an ex combat marine. Deidre produced a sap from somewhere and proceeded to bust several noses causing the others to surrender. The guys were too drunk and exhausted to get involved. They were willing to verbally encourage us to beat the shit out of one another. Men have a thing for cat fights and this was a good one even if it was one sided.
I’d used Ellen’s hair to drag her to standing. “That’s for fucking your brother,” I said landing my fist on Ellen’s jaw. She looked at me with other surprise, a real how-do-you-know-that look before she spit out a couple of teeth. After several more solid blows, she collapsed to the floor in her own vomit. I released my frustrations on the bride giving her a very thorough stomping that included slamming the heel of my pumps down on her breasts.
When I looked around out of breath, I saw that Michelle and Deidre had the situation under control. The four bloody and cowed female intruders were kneeling down discovering what it was like to eat hooker pussy in front of a sizeable male audience. One woman was older, possibly the bride’s mother. At the moment, her face was buried in Deirdre’s snatch probably getting her first taste of well fucked black cunt. Deidre encouraged her by capturing Mom’s nipple in a pair of house hold pliers. Undoubtedly, it would be the batchelorettes party no one forgot. Michelle’s vagina was enjoying the oral attentions of two girls while a third rimmed her ass.
“Here, Killer, put this on,” said Laurie handing me a strap on. The dildo was an S&M model, covered with raised bumps and sharp spines. Laurie was wearing a strap on with a more conventional ten inch dildo.
Laurie grabbed the supine Ellen and dragged her close to the couch. I felt a little guilty about Ellen’s face. Her nose was bent to one side and her right eye was swollen shut. Two teeth were missing. It was going to take a lot of make up for her to be a beautiful bride.
Laurie was not the guilty type. She propped Ellen against the couch so her butt pointed toward the ceiling. Ellen was bent double and Laurie made sure she stayed that way by straddling her legs and holding them tight between her thighs bending her like a hair pin. Ellen responded with a deep moan when Laurie plunged the dildo into her vagina. She went in to the max in one swift stroke.
“Your turn,” said Laurie stretching Ellen’s sphincter open with her forefingers. I released a large gob of spit into the open hole and smeared it over her anus. I positioned the dildo head then sunk it home as Ellen made little mewling sounds like a kitten that missed its momma.
Laurie and I kissed and played with each other’s boobs as we double fucked poor Ellen who may have been the recipient of her first act of anal intercourse. Based on the way she was whining and pleading for us to stop, she didn’t find it all that terrific.
“She’s had enough,” said Laurie pulling out.
I wiped the bloody shit coated dildo clean using Ellen’s blonde hair. We were done. It was time to scram before someone called the cops.
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