The XXX Files Season Two (Episodes 5-8) (10 page)

He laughed. “Glad he didn’t call 10 minutes ago. I probably would’ve grabbed the phone and started yelling. I... ”

Courtney held up a finger to silence him, then answered the call.
 

“Grayson,” she said.
 

“Hey,” Cooper said, sounding gruffer than usual, though that was saying a lot since he’d been a raging asshole for almost a month. “I have good news. You can get your ass out of Florida and come back home. The case is closed.”
 

“Closed?
Why
?”

“I don’t know, Grayson, and it’s not in my pay grade to give a shit. I get a call from upstairs, they say the case is closed. Guess what I do when they say that?” Cooper waited for Courtney to say something, then when she didn’t said, “That’s right, I say shit dick fuck and thank you very much. That’s that. Come home. Case closed.”
 

“But we have a lead,” Courtney protested. “A good one. We think the party was probably drugged.”
 

“Wow, that’s shocking. I can’t imagine that. It’s not like you had an entire room full of elderly people
all
showing uncharacteristic behavior. You find anything else in the Obvious Department while down in Florida, like maybe one out of two drivers can’t steer for shit unless they’re behind the wheel of a golf cart? Case closed, Grayson. Believe me, I have more to lose here than you. My father was at that party.”
 

“Sorry,” Courtney said.
 

“Yeah,” Courtney could hear him swallow. “Me, too. He was the one standing at the edge of the room, jerking off on the old lady with the red hair while she was eating out the woman with the crooked wig.”
 

Courtney ignored her shiver. “You don’t care that your father was probably drugged?”

“It’s over,” Cooper said. “Get home now.”

“Usual bullshit from Division?” Brad asked as Courtney dropped the phone in her pocket.

She said nothing, too pissed to answer.
 

“They give you a reason this time? Did Division finally admit there’s nothing they like more than jerking off Hammer and Grayson, sending us all over creation, then pinching our dicks before we can cum?”
 

“You’re super classy. And I don’t have a dick.”

“Look, fuck Division,” he said, his face going from red to redder. “They’re
always
full of bullshit, and I’m sick of it smearing on us. You’re probably the best agent they have, Grayson. Other than me,” Brad laughed. “It’s about time they figured out how to use you better. You know, like I have. And like I’ll do as soon as we get back to the room.”
 

Brad was genuinely pissed at Division, but that was only a part of it. He was also trying to tick all Courtney’s boxes: pissed at Division, check. Flattery, check. Stirring her honeypot, check. He wanted to have fun once they reached their hotel. So did she.

Brad loved it when Courtney was all fired up, so she let him push every button, then when they reached the hotel she let him push the only one that mattered — sopping wet as it was.

Brad kept ranting the entire way back to the hotel. By the time they reached their room she was feeling even more aggressive than he, and was wet enough to sit on a pipe.
 

Courtney wanted Brad’s dick in her mouth, loving how even already big, he always swelled to a sequoia when overheating in her hungry mouth. She smiled at Brad, opened her mouth in a wide O, then swallowed her partner’s swollen dick.

She was already soaking from Brad’s goading, but was now leaking cunt juice everywhere, smearing it across the hotel bedspread. She started sucking his dick while ripping the button-down shirt from her body and easing herself from her skirt. With his dick still in her mouth, Courtney freed her tits from her bra and started squeezing her nipples, giving Brad his favorite one-girl show. She waited to put her fingers inside herself, focused instead on jacking Brad at his base.
 

She sucked him hard, imagining she was one of the filthy whores he probably hired to swallow his loads when he thought she was too raw to give him more than she already had, sliding her mouth up and along his shaft, faster and faster, fucking his cock with her mouthcunt, encouraging his first big squirt so she could bend over and take it hard for his second.
 

 
“Oh yummy,” Brad moaned, holding her head tight and shoving Courtney down hard, making her swallow, and almost gag on his enormous dick. She did gag, partly for show, but held her head firm, wanting to please her man and loving the feel of his dick as it tickled her throat. Courtney was feeling especially aggressive, and showed Brad with both speed and force that he could get aggressive, too.

“Mmmm, yeah, you like that,” he growled, slamming his salami in her mouth hard enough to hurt. “You like that big dick? You like my giant Red Breath blooded basher banging your throat?”
 

 
“Mmmm...” Courtney moaned, her mouth too filled with dick to manage a sentence.

 
“Yeah, swallow that cock,” Brad grunted, fucking her mouth faster.
 

Their hotel room was silent, save for the squishy sounds each time he pulled his dick from her lips, before slamming it back between them.
 

Courtney seized control, squeezing Brad’s base tighter as she started to mouthfuck him faster, sucking him hard, and letting the bulbous head of his cock pop from her mouth before sliding down his shaft again.
 

“Mmmmm yeah,” Brad panted. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth, Agent Grayson. Are you ready to swallow my first hot load? I promise there’s more coming.”
 

“Mmmmmm ... ” Courtney moaned all over his dick.

Brad groaned and grunted as his cock convulsed, shooting hot bursts of salty cum down Courtney’s throat.
 

She gulped and swallowed, then kept on sucking until Brad’s dick was entirely dry.
 

“Mmmm,” Courtney moaned, pulling away. “Your cum is so, SO yummy.” She leaned back and started rubbing her round tits from between the part of her still-open shirt, licking her fingers and running them over her hard nipples. She moaned louder, and rubbed her tits harder, finally rewarding herself by sliding a manicured hand into her pussy, trying to get Brad hard again so that he could fuck her.
 

“I’m soooo wet, Brad. How long is it going to take to get that fat fuckstick of yours hard enough to fuck me?”

Brad stared at Courtney’s glistening slit.
 

“Mmmmm ... ” he groaned, moving a hand to her wet slit, then sliding two fingers inside her soaking cunt. “You have such a pretty pussy. So, so hot, mmmmmmm, and such a hot, tight little hole.”
 

He rammed his three right fingers in and out of Courtney as she continued rubbing her tits with her mitts.
 

“Oh, yeah, finger my pretty cunt,” she moaned.
 

Brad curled his fingers inside Courtney, then slammed the heel of his hand hard against her pelvis.
 

The afternoon’s first orgasm crashed into her hard.

“Oh, yeah, OH, GODDDD!!!!” she screamed, loving how loudly they screamed in heat, and that they could say anything, even if it was only the same shit over and over. “I’m cumming oh, God, Brad, don’t stop!!!” Courtney’s pussy clamped on Brad’s fingers as she screamed. Her throat might have been raw if his cum hadn’t just softened it.

“EEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed louder.
 

Brad thrusted his fingers in and out of Courtney’s hole as she came, she kept squirting cum all over his hand.

“Oh, that’s it, cum for me you dirty little slut, cum for me,” Brad groaned, getting rock hard fast. She bucked against his hand, cumming on repeat, groaning through heavy breath, loving that he was calling her a dirty little slut and ordering her to cum.
 

“Your fingers made me cum twice already,” she moaned in a whisper, still rubbing her tits. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me; can’t wait to have that enormous cock pounding into my cunt. I want you in my ass, too, Brad. I want you to fuck me in every one of my holes.”

Courtney’s tits were bright red from the rubbing.

Rock hard again, Brad devoured her tits and suckled her nipples, while rubbing his throbbing dick against her sopping wet slit.
 

“Oh, my GOD, oh, yeah,” she moaned, as Brad ran his tongue down her tight stomach, then spread her legs and went to lunch, jabbing his tongue in and out of her pussy, before moving up to slurp at her hardened clit.
 

Courtney came hard, again, shooting cum into his mouth.
 

“Aaahhhhh!!!” She pushed Brad’s head hard into her pussy, then yelled, “Oh, God, fuck me now!” and pulled his hair by the root to show she meant it.

Brad smiled, guided his huge head to the entrance of her cunt, then slammed her without stopping, holding her legs spread eagle while ramming his long, thick rod inside her.
 

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,” she screamed again, bucking hard against Brad’s body, as she continued to cum over and over like only Brad could make her. “Oh, yessssss, Oh, GOD, YESssss!!!”
 

 
Brad grunted and panted and moaned, while Courtney made the girl versions beneath him, until he flipped her like a pancake, slid inside her from behind, grabbed her hips, and banged her pussy so hard the headboard played death metal against the wall.
 

Courtney came again, immediately, and Brad fucked her through the shudder. Once she stopped, he pulled and moved his head to the open mouth of her ass. He sucked on his finger, rubbed it around the tiny hole of her dirty dugout, then nudged himself inside.

“MMMmmmm,” Courtney groaned as Brad’s cock slowly slid hilt deep into her ass. He rocked back and forth against her, pushing his huge dick deeper.

Courtney came hard again, screaming as he slid in and out of her tiny tight asshole.
 

Her pussy gushed onto the hotel mattress as she came.
 

He slid further in and started moving faster.
 

“Oh, Brad, fuck my ass, yea, fuck my ass.” Courtney was lost in her personal inferno. “That feels
so so so so
good. I love your cock, Brad Hammer. I love it inside my pussy and my ass and my mouth!”
 

Courtney could barely breathe.
 

“I know you love it. I know you love getting your ass fucked by my GIANT HAMMER!”
 

“Mmm, yeah, I love it, Brad. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!” Courtney screamed like a CD skipping, as Brad slammed his dick inside her ass hard enough to make her cum again.
 

She did, and he quickly pulled out, then slammed his cock back into her cunt. “Oh yeah, I love your hot ass and sweet little cunt, but I want to cum in your pussy. I want you to take my hot cum into your soaking wet cunt, you fucking whore slut.”

“Mmmm ... yeah, cum inside me, shoot that hot cum into my whore cunt,” Courtney yelled, squeezing Brad’s dick with her pussy muscles as she blinked back tears.

Brad slammed inside her a final time, then shot four loads worth of spoo into her oven-hot and cinnamon roll-sticky sweet sophole.
 

“UUUUUGGGGHHHH,” he groaned, pounding Courtney over and over.
 

She reached down and started rubbing Brad’s dick, now only half-hard.
 

“Thank you for fucking me,” she said. Then, “You know you can have me whenever you want, Brad Hammer. I’ll never, ever say no. All you have to do is ask.” Courtney lowered her head and starting licking Brad all over again.
 

They fucked once more, and then once more after that, until they finally fell in a sweaty heap. Soon they were snoring.
 

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CHAPTER 6 — Brad Hammer

Brad turned toward the window to watch Courtney sleep for another few minutes, for the third time that morning. It wouldn’t be long until before he would have to wake her. They had to catch a flight and get back to Division, but it seemed like a shame to rouse her. She was so still, lying in a ruined heap — which only made sense after the way he had ravaged her the day before, from late afternoon through the end of their evening.
 

I’ve gotta get a handle on my fucking appetite.
 

He kissed her softly on the cheek, then reached across Courtney’s body to her side of the bed, grabbing the room service menu from the nightstand. He wanted to order something, and have breakfast waiting for her when she woke up — just a small way to let her know how much he loved her, and say thank you for each of the three holes she let him fuck as hard as he wanted, filling each with cream before finally falling asleep.
 

Pancakes, waffles, an omelet?
 

Brad ran his eyes up one column of the menu to the other, not really hungry for anything himself, except of course, for more Courtney.
 

As usual, Brad was rock hard beneath the soft sheets, though thankfully not yet throbbing. Even if he was, he would have refrained from waking Courtney. He
had
to master the Breath, and had decided while soaking in the earliest morning light, pouring in from the open hotel room curtains that he would do anything he could to keep his impulses under control. A good life with Courtney — the one she deserved — would be impossible to have if he couldn’t. He
couldn’t
keep cheating on Courtney, but also couldn’t expect her body to keep up with his. Whether she was trying as hard as she was right now because she genuinely craved him as much as he did her, or because she was worried she’d lose him, neither thing could last forever. The next positive step in their relationship, and Brad’s life, would have to come from Brad himself. He had to control the Breath, and the hold it had on his body.