“You know what I like, bend over the bed, hon.”
Alice jumped up and laid on her face on the bed while her legs hung off the side. Morris walked over to stand behind her and Archie got his first look at Morris’ cock. It was the largest dick he had ever seen. At least eight inches of fat, angry, red meat was pointed directly at Mrs. Masters’ cunt. A smile on his face, Morris leaned forward and speared the small woman from behind slowly. Mrs. Masters’ face was turned away from Archie, but her hands clung to the bed cover and she let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a shriek.
Morris, embedded up to his balls in Mrs. Masters’ pussy, started thrusting at a leisurely pace. Not even using his hips, he would rock out and in making Alice seethe beneath him. Morris kept the pace up for a long time, what seemed like hours to Archie and must have seemed even longer to Mrs. Masters, until he’d had enough and started really slamming into her.
Now Mrs. Masters’ head was up off the mattress, mouth open in a wordless scream of pleasure. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the cover, but Morris was in the position to set the pace as he saw fit and he was fucking her for all he was worth. Mrs. Masters finally wailed out an orgasm and collapsed on the bed, spent. Morris wasn’t done yet and clearly upset that his playmate came too early. He pulled out of her and walked around to the couch at the foot of the bed and sat down.
“You know you’re not done yet. Come over here and finish me off,” he ordered.
Alice, makeup running down her face, clearly still not in control of her legs, pushed herself off the bed and knelt between Morris’ knees. Using both hands and her mouth, Alice went back to orally pleasuring the huge cock that had just reamed her cunt. This went on for several minutes before Morris put his head back and seemed to be enjoying himself. Archie got a good view of Mrs. Masters’ back while she knelt before the monster. Finally Morris grabbed her head and started guiding her up and down his shaft, making her go deeper on each up stroke. The gagging and coughing noises were loud and getting to Archie, he could tell the woman could not breath around that massive cock. At long last, Morris pushed her down one last time and his whole body tensed. Once he was done, Morris let go of her head and Alice fell to the floor at his feet, gasping for breath and loudly trying to gulp down the load Morris had planted in her mouth. They stayed like that for a few moments, then Mrs. Masters got up and sat on Morris’s lap laying her head on his shoulder.
This was a different Alice Masters than Archie had met that morning in the office. The Mrs. Masters that hired him to track down her missing necklace was confident and self-assured. Perfectly dressed and well spoken. Now she was submissive and fawning over a brute who had just emptied his balls down her throat after a rough fuck from behind. It was a difficult reversal for Archie to wrap his head around. Before this display, Archie’s money was on Mrs. Masters selling the necklace herself to either pay for her trysts or as cash gifts for her lover. This was something different. This set Archie’s hair on end.
Not for the first time, Archie wished he could talk this development over with Ed. Between the two of them, Ed was better at understanding women. Archie had men figured out, but Ed and Lenore were better at anticipating what a dame was up to. He always felt one step behind when there was a woman involved.
“Couldn’t wait, eh. I have that effect on dames. We talked about you coming too fast last time.”
“I’m sorry, Morris. You know what your cock does to me. I did miss you … and I also have something to tell you,” Mrs. Masters said as she played with Morris’ chest hair. “Something you need to know about.”
“Out with it,” Morris said checking his watch. “I need to get back to work.”
“It’s not a big deal. That bill you gave me, the memento?,” that look of fear and nervous tension creased Alice’s face once more. Her fingers twirled through Morris’ chest hair faster and faster. “It went missing. We-I know who has it and I’m working to get it back.”
Several emotions flashed across Morris’ face in a moment: fear, anger, hatred. He grabbed Alice by her shoulders and shook her, standing and forcing her back into the couch. From Archie’s vantage point he could only guess at the shade of red the man’s face had turned.
“You stupid whore! You stupid, selfish, rich, bitch,” with each slur Morris shook her with such force it made both their bodies jolt and shake. “Do you know what that could do? Do you know what that means?”
“Please, we know who has it! We just have to find her. We hired detectives to find her this morning! My husband insisted, I had no choice!”
“You got detectives involved! I should strangle you right here.”
The sound and force of the slap froze the blood in Archie’s veins. Mrs. Masters yelped and tried to get away but Morris was too large. He brought another shovel sized hand down on her face and Archie reached for his gun. “Goddamn stupid broad,” Morris muttered, releasing Alice while he gathered up his clothes from the floor at the foot of the bed. He grabbed Mrs. Masters’ green dress, folded on the couch next to her cowering body, and used it to clean off his cock.
“Get your fucking clothes on, right fucking now.” Morris’ voice was dark, threatening the violence Archie knew would come as soon as he had her somewhere that was not a public place.
Archie stepped off the chair in the kitchen and tried to get his jacket and shoes back on without putting the gun down. He’d have to work fast, Archie could tell they were getting ready to leave by the orders and threats Morris was issuing in a low almost whisper from the other room. As soon as he put the key in the lock in the door to the sitting room and twisted he knew he made a mistake. The lock mechanism made too much noise. Before Archie could round the corner into the bedroom with his revolver, Morris was on him. Archie watched helpless as the revolver was smacked out of his hand and his whole body thrown to the floor. The last thing he remembered was a giant foot coming down on his face.
Chapter 5: Sophisticated Lady
Ed exited the taxi in front of the Belvedere just before four in the afternoon and walked down the stairs to the notorious Owl Bar in the basement of the grand hotel. Ed put on his best suit and cologne, he intended to make an impression on Ms. Weiss, if only to get her to smile at him again. Sure enough, there she was sitting at the bar with a drink in her hand and a collection of men standing around her making small talk. Ed asked the waiter to give them a table somewhere quiet so he could talk to her without interruption. Clara saw him from across the room and excused herself from the band of disappointed admirers. The blonde bombshell sauntered over to take Ed’s arm and follow the waiter to a table in the back corner. Clara ordered for both of them: two old-fashioneds and two orders of french onion soup. Ed smiled, it was an odd combination but he was hungry.