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Authors: Roy Glenn

Going Down

Going Down: An Erotic Tale of Murder
By
Roy Glenn
Copyright © 2011 Roy Glenn
ISBN-10 0982731671
ISBN-13 9780982731673
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without prior consent of the publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.
This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead or to real locals are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.
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Chapter One
Tyhedra

 

I heard a knock at the door and my heart began to race. It happens every time; and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I tried to calm myself before I got up to let him in. He knocked again; I looked under the pillow and I got up and walked toward the door. “Hello,” I said and step aside to let him in.

“Hello, yourself,” he said. “You look incredible.”

“Thank you.” I was wearing a white satin robe with a white silk gown under it, and nothing else. It left nothing to the imagination and he couldn’t take his eyes off of me. As I walked away from the door, I could feel his eyes on me as he followed me to the bed. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

“I will,” he said and took off his jacket. He was a well-dressed man in his mid-thirties—if I had to guess—and reasonably good-looking. I met him early this evening at the bar in the hotel
 
we were both staying in, here in Chicago.

He was here on business. I was just passing through on my way to Atlanta. My flight left at 6:45
am
the following day, and since I wasn’t in any way tired, I decided to spend the evening indulging my passion.

Once I had bathed, I put on a black Alexander McQueen lustrous silk with faux wrap front and flowing draped skirt, and Samurai Strappy Sandals with golden ring detail and back zipper. Once I touched up my makeup and put on some perfume, I got my Alexander McQueen faithful leather clutch and posted up at the bar. It wasn’t long before he sent a drink over and I invited him to join me.

I’m sure he told me his name; but honestly, on nights like this, I don’t even pay attention when they do. I don’t want to know their names. All I want from them is to give me what my body and mind need. Once I’m done with them, their names and faces are something I don’t care to remember.

“What’s your name,” he asked, and of course, I lied. Everything I told him was a lie. Sometimes I don’t know where that stuff comes from. I mean it’s not like I think of it beforehand; the lies just come out. Tonight I was Susan Barnes, and I was a buyer for a small chain of high-end boutiques. “I never heard of them before,” he said.

“I didn’t think you would,” I said, then leaned forward to give him a better view of my cleavage. “But give us two years and we’ll be in every high-end mall in the country.” I raised my glass, but his eyes were still glued to my cleavage. “There must be something down there that you find fascinating?” I finished my drink.

“I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.” I leaned close to him. “I think you’d like to see more.”

He looked confused at first; then he smiled. “Yes, yes, I would love to see more.”

“I’m in room 319. . . . In say, thirty minutes.”

“It’s a date,” he said, and I left him sitting there. In exactly thirty minutes, he was knocking on my door.

“Can I get you something to drink? The
minibar
is fully stocked.”


Dewars
would be fine,” he said.

I got a bottle of
Dewars
and poured it in a glass. He walked slowly to the bed and I handed him his drink.

“You’re not going to join me?”

“No. I have other plans,” I said, and eased the robe off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

He took a sip of his drink. “What did you have in mind?”

I slowly peeled the straps of my gown off my shoulders. I held the gown against my breasts for a second or two before I let it fall. Then I slowly got down on my knees and unzipped his pants.

He finished his drink and sat the glass on the nightstand as I took out his dick. I clasped my fingers together, and put them around his dick and stroked him slowly. I moved my hands up and down and watched, as he got hard. Once it was hard enough, I ran circles around his head with my tongue. I took him in my mouth and felt it getting harder as I sucked. I love the sensation of a man getting hard in my mouth; it turns me on in ways I have no words for. I fondled his balls with one hand and stroked him with the other, while I sucked the head.

I looked up at him and licked my lips; I felt his dick throbbing in my hand. I squeezed the bottom of his dick, and the head swelled. I ran my tongue over my lips and I lowered my head to him. I gently kissed his head and slid my moistened lips down on him. Up and down, deeper and deeper, slowly, until I had taken almost all of him in my mouth. His balls were fat; I squeezed them lightly and then took one in my mouth. I looked into his eyes as I rolled my tongue around it and watched his eyes open wide.

I got up off the floor and knelt down on the bed next to him. I lean forward and licked his balls for a while, before taking his dick in my mouth again. He tried to reach for me and stuck two of his fingers inside me. “You are so fuckin’ wet,” he said.

I stroked him up and down with my left hand while I fondled his balls with the right, all the while sucking his dick. I love watching a man’s dick going in and out of my mouth. I ran my lips and my tongue up and down his shaft, and moaned because I loved the sensation I was feeling as he rubbed my clit.

He stood up in front of me and tried to take off his pants. But before he could get them off, I grabbed his dick and it was back in my mouth. I sat back and jerked it for a while to give him a chance to take off his shirt and tie. Once it was off, I took him in my mouth again.

I let go of his dick and opened my mouth as wide as I could. I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me. He took the hint and began to fuck my mouth. I was in ecstasy!

I licked and sucked him and began to massage my clit. And I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I wanted to feel him inside me. He grabbed the back of my head and damn near forced it down my throat. “You are so fuckin’ hot, baby!” he said, and I squeezed his balls.

I felt like I was about to gag, so I pushed him off me. But I still wanted more, so I got his dick as wet as I could, and pushed my breasts together. He knew exactly what I wanted. Without being told he slid his dick in between my tits and began sliding it between them. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head each time it was close enough. He held it in place long enough for me to suck the head.

“Yeah, baby, suck that dick, with your sexy ass,” he said.


Mmmm
,” I moaned.

His dick slid out from between my tits and he quickly got out of his pants.

“Gimme back that dick,” I commented.

He stood up on the bed and I leaned back. He grabbed hold of his dick again and I tried to take as much as I could in my mouth.
Damn, I love sucking dick.
I sucked and then licked, licked and sucked some more. I ran my tongue over his balls and sucked them hard.

“Damn, that shit feels so fuckin’ go, baby.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled and continued to suck his balls.

“Put it back in your mouth.”

I did as he asked.

“That’s it, baby! Oh, shit!” he shouted. “Suck that mutha fuckin’ dick!” he shouted and it drove me wild!

“Come here and fuck these titties,” I demanded and laid flat on my back.

He hopped down, shoved my tits together, and slid his dick between them.

“Oh, shit!” he said again while he tit-fucked me.

“That’s it!” I screamed. “Fuck these titties!”

I began to go back and forth between rubbing my clit and fingering myself while he pleasured my tits. His dick kept sliding out, so I stopped what I was doing and squeezed them together. “That’s it. Give it to me,” I said and held out my tongue so I could slide it along his dick with each stroke. I grabbed his cheeks, pulled him toward me, and took him in my mouth again. “Hmm,” I mumbled while I sucked.

“Oh, baby, you suck my dick so good.”

Now I was ready to feel him inside me.

I pushed him off and was about to tell him to put it in, but he had other ideas. He grabbed one of my tits and began to suck my nipple. He ran his teeth along it and I felt the river explode between my thighs. I quickly stuck my fingers inside and pushed them in and out of me as fast as I could. “Shit!” I screamed.

When he noticed how much pleasure I was giving myself, he decided to get in on the action. He began massaging my clit until I moved my hand away; and then he shoved his fingers inside me while he sucked and bit my nipple. I began ramming my body into his hand and sucked my juices from my fingers.

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