Skank (3 page)

It had been over an hour since his wife had retired to their bedroom to change her dress. He had been so consumed with the subtle disappearances of Simon, Richard and Maximus, it hadn’t dawned on him that his stupid fuck-up of a wife was not at the party, either.

Kennedy had warned her to be on her best behavior tonight. Apparently she thought he was to be toyed with this evening. She knew how crucial this party was to him. How dare she ruin it by disappearing?

As he made his way upstairs to their master bedroom, he just knew Carmen would do something to disappoint him tonight. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. He would make her pay dearly for taking him away from his important guests.

He flung the door open. Carmen was crying out, apparently in pleasure. Maximus was pounding into her ass, Simon was on the bed thrusting his dick down her throat, and Richard was banging her pussy from beneath. Kennedy couldn’t believe his eyes. “What the hell are you bastards doing to my wife?” he demanded, outraged.

Everyone looked up as he slammed the door. They stared at him, sweaty, aroused and panting. Each of the three men ignored him and turned their attention back to
her
and kept fucking. Kennedy moved closer to the sex scene, which closely resembled something straight out of a porn movie. When his closer proximity still didn’t produce a response from anyone, not even his own wife, Kennedy said, “I
demand
that one of you tell me what the fuck is going on, right now.”

Simon finally said, through clenched teeth, “What does it look like, stupid? We’re gang-banging your wife and, I might add, she’s loving the hell out of it.”

Kennedy was literally shaking with rage as Carmen slowly lifted her mouth from Simon’s thick dick and added, “I’m sorry, honey, for not heading back downstairs right away. But as you can see, I’m a little busy entertaining your very important guests. Surely even you would consider it rude to just abandon them at such a critical moment.”

She gasped as the men inside her commanded her attention once again. “As soon as they’re done, I’ll be right down. I promise.” She returned to Simon’s blowjob and attacked it with renewed vigor.

The final insult to his ultimate humiliation was when Simon threw back his head and tangled his hand in Carmen’s hair.

“Suck it just like that,” Simon said. “Damn, woman, you know how I like my cock sucked. Do that shit again.”

Kennedy shook with uncontrollable rage when Carmen did more than suck on Simon’s cock. She took him deep, until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. The bastard groaned and pumped his hips up as Maximus and Richard just kept pounding her holes.

“You fuckin’ skank whore.” Kennedy shouted. “You bitch! I won’t stand for this. You think you can humiliate me like this? I will crush you. When my lawyers are done draggin’ your sorry ass through the mud, you won’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.”

Maximus grunted, “Look, I’m trying to concentrate here. Can you two table this discussion for a later time?”

“I second that motion,” both Simon and Richard panted simultaneously.

* * * *

Simon gripped Carmen’s hair as his crippling climax started to rage its way up his cock. He looked down at her with raw heat in his eyes. She looked up at him with such intense relief and profound gratitude, he instinctively knew it had less to do with the staggering pleasure he and the other two men were giving her, and more to do with what she had heard her husband shouting from across the room. There was more going on here than a woman getting blatantly caught cheating on her husband.

He watched Kennedy storm out of the room and slam the door. Carmen flinched at the sound but never stopped sucking his cock. After a few more deep pulls on his cock’s head, she lifted her sweet, thick lips and said, “I love your cocks, boys. Max, don’t stop. Fuck my ass, baby. Fuck my ass. Oh, Richard, go deeper, do it harder.” Finally, she peered up at him. “Simon, you taste so delicious in my mouth. I wanna suck you all night long.”

As much as the idea appealed to him, her deep pulls and hard sucks had done him in. He couldn’t hold back a moment longer. He let her talented mouth pull his hot juice out and he roared as he watched her gulp down every thick drop.

He collapsed on the bed as he heard Maximus grunt and knew the guy was at the end of the line, too. As he tried to get his lungs to cooperate, he heard a strangled groan from Richard and surmised that he had also gone over the edge. They all just collapsed and shook through the aftershocks of some of the best sex any of them had had in years.

Carmen was the first to gather her senses. She stood on wobbly legs, walked to the bedroom door and locked it. Then she carefully walked to the edge of the bed and crashed down next to Simon. Maximus and Richard appeared to be too numb to move. The smell of musky sex filled the room and she just breathed it in.

Several minutes passed before Carmen whispered, “Thank you, gentlemen, for saving my life.” Simon rose up on his elbows and peered down at her. She quickly turned her head to hide her tears.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve worked up one hell of an appetite,” Maximus said from the floor.

“I’m starving,” Richard chimed in.

Both Maximus and Richard looked like exhausted, sexually sated warriors. Carmen quickly wiped her eyes, sat up and smiled. “There’s plenty of food downstairs. But before you guys go down, you are more than welcome to shower and freshen up in the two guest bedrooms next door.” Each man smiled sheepishly and collected their clothes off the floor.

Richard was the first to approach the subject lingering in the air. “If you were my client, I’d have you file for divorce immediately, citing irreconcilable differences. That way, if he files for a divorce on the grounds of adultery on your part, he will need proof. And I don’t know about you two, but my lips are sealed. Like I said, when I agreed to meet you up here,
discretion is my middle name
.” He winked at Carmen and quit the bedroom.

Maximus chimed in next as he headed for the door. “As far as I know, I chatted with you off and on all night. If anyone asks me, I’ll tell them the truth. Carmen Powers—she’s the most gracious hostesses I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.” Then he was gone.

For the first time since this began, Carmen felt vulnerable. Slowly, she rose from the bed. She felt Simon’s eyes on her all the way into the bathroom. Once the door was closed, she shook uncontrollably.

She limped over to the medicine cabinet, grabbed a small bottle of mouthwash, then made her way to the shower suite and stepped in. As the pounding hot water soaked her skin, her damned up emotions broke free. She sank to the tiled floor and cried out all of her frustration, pain and agony.

It was over. She had done the impossible. She had freed herself from a monster. Whatever life had in store for her going forward, Carmen knew she would survive it because, after tonight, she knew her silent prayers had been answered and the six year living hell known as her marriage was finally over.

As her tearful convulsions eased, she found the strength to stand and wash away the sweat and semen that clung to her skin. She gargled with the mouthwash, then opened her mouth under the shower head and let it fill with water to rinse away the taste of the semen she had swallowed.

When she felt composed enough, she ended the shower, grabbed a towel, dried off and quit the bathroom. She almost jumped out of her skin when she noticed that Simon was still in the room.

He was reclining on the bed wrapped in a towel. His skin was glistening with water droplets and his dark hair was shiny and damp. While she was in this bathroom, he must have retreated quickly to a guest bedroom to wash also. His gaze tracked her across the room as she gathered his clothes off the floor. When she had everything, she padded over to him and held them out.

Simon sat up and took his clothes. As she turned away, he tossed them back on the floor and caught her by the waist and pulled her into bed. She yelped with surprise as he pinned her beneath him. His hazel eyes drilled into hers and she couldn’t look away. Her emotions were still too painfully close to the surface. She blinked repeatedly, trying to fight back more tears.

He slowly reached up, wiped them away and said, “I told you downstairs, I love a good mystery. There’s more going on here, isn’t there, Carmen?”

She nodded, but still couldn’t find the words.

Simon continued, “Tonight, three men came in this room and willingly, and quite pleasurably I might add, helped you destroy your marriage.”

She closed her eyes and fought for composure.

“Like Maximus and Richard, I won’t allow Kennedy to use me against you in the divorce. But I want two things for my silence.”

She slowly opened her eyes and waited.

“The second thing I want is the truth. When the dust settles, I want to know the real story behind this night and why it happened.”

She swallowed hard and asked, “And what’s the first thing that you want for your silence?”

* * * *

He smiled down into her nervous eyes and said, “A kiss.” Before she could object, he took it. His mouth rolled over hers in the softest of caresses and gently coaxed her to surrender. His tongue swiped across her lips and she let him in. He sank his tongue deep and tangled it with hers. He kept dancing in her mouth until she whimpered and melted into his embrace.

The kiss went on and on. Slow and healing. Every time she tried to end it, Simon took it deeper, longer. Eventually he got what he really wanted—for her not to want to end the kiss, so that when he attempted to end it, it was Carmen who took it deeper and longer.

Before long, Simon was cradled between her soft smooth thighs and his cock was roaring back to life. His towel slipped off his hips and the only barrier between them was gone. She was a live wire ready to shock his system once more. Slowly he eased just the head of his cock past her puffy lips. She gasped and broke the kiss.

He nibbled on her neck and looked into her dazed eyes. “I know we should wait until you’re a free woman. But damn, you feel so good. I just want a little more.” He pushed halfway in. Her eyes expanded as her pussy creamed and opened for him. “Can I have just a little more of you?” Again, he didn’t wait for her answer and took her mouth.

He loved her with his mouth. He waited and didn’t move his hips. Instead, he fucked her mouth with his mouth and tongue. His hands tangled in her damp hair as her silky hands moved hesitantly down his back. When he felt her body relax, he sank all the way in, balls deep.

She gasped, tore her mouth from his addictive kisses and panted, “Simon!” and buried her face in his neck. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, Simon.” Her knees glided up his sides and squeezed his ribs. He hissed as her fingernails bit into his shoulder blades.

He pistoned into her slick, tight pussy over and over—the pace was a relentless dance of withdrawal to the edge of the head of his cock and penetration to the balls. She chanted his name like a prayer. He locked his arms and watched as her climax shattered her into a million pieces. He pierced her one final time, ground his pelvis into her clit and filled her deep canal with his hot, sticky cream.

As his balls emptied his essence into her, Simon had only one thought…
more
.

After her liberating orgy and encore performance with Simon, Carmen returned downstairs to the party and discreetly mingled for several more hours. She purposefully steered clear of Simon, Richard and Maximus. And she diligently avoided Kennedy at every turn. She could feel all four men watching her, especially Kennedy and Simon.

She was completely exhausted. She spent at least an hour working the crowd, retreating back and forth to the kitchen to supervise the food, the liquor and minor catastrophes. She spent another two hours encouraging the party goers to enjoy the live band and dance. She even jumped on the floor a few times, dancing with guests and signaling the band to keep the music fun and festive.

Finally, a last mishap in the kitchen pulled her off the floor completely and had her in the kitchen for over forty-five minutes. The caterer and his staff had somehow misplaced an entire crate of Kennedy’s favorite wine and a half a case of ridiculously expensive champagne.

Everyone was profusely nervous and didn’t want to have to explain anything to Kennedy. Carmen got the staff calmed down and had everyone retrace their actions and steps until finally the crate and case were discovered in the receiving elevator. With overwhelming gratitude, the staff quickly got the liquor opened and out to the guests.

When the last server marched out with a tray of food and champagne, Carmen sank into a chair at the kitchen table. She put her arm on the table and rested her head there and closed her eyes. Her quiet reprieve was short-lived when Kennedy stormed in. She jumped up from the table and trembled.

“Bitch, I will kill you,” he snarled. Before she could take one step, he was on her. He struck her across the face with so much force she crashed into the wall next to the table. She saw stars as he pinned her in the corner and struck her again. She didn’t cry out. He was a large man and his weight had her crushed against the wall.

She struggled and it only infuriated him more. He drew back his fist and hammered it into her side. Finally, a desperate cry escaped her. He glared down at her. “You will rue the day you ever crossed me, you skank whore!” He pulled her from the wall and pushed her hard to the floor where he jumped on top of her and wrapped his huge hands around her throat. Her vision blurred as he squeezed.

She reached up and sank her sharp nails into the fleshy part of his cheek. He roared from her attack and jerked back. Gasping and terrified, acting on pure survival instinct, Carmen slammed a knee right into his crotch. She watched as his furious eyes glazed over with shock and agonizing pain. He crumpled over and off of her.