The XXX Files Season Two (Episodes 5-8) (17 page)

“Good job,” Courtney said, wrapping his cock in her palm and starting to stroke.

Brad leaned back and lightly moaned as Courtney started to gather her speed.
 

“Mmmmmm ... I like that.”
 

“I’m sure you do,” she giggled.
 

“I’d like it better if you put it in your mouth.”
 

“I’m sure you would, but I told you I’d give you a handjob, not a blowjob.”
 

“Mmmmm ... you said you’d take it in your mouth.”
 

“Your load, not your cock.”
 

“Mmmmm ... what’s the difference?”
 

“I like making you squirm,” she said. “This is the best way to do it.”
 

“Mmmmm ... can you play with your pussy?”
 

“Uh uh.”
 

“Mmmmm ... how about your tits?”
 

“Definitely not.” Courtney was stroking so fast she was afraid she might burn him. She stopped, spit on his dick, rubbed her spit all over his shaft, spit again, rubbed it more, then started stroking so fast that if Brad’s dick was a dry stick she’d be seconds from fire.

“Mmmmm ... uhuhuhuh ... mmmmm ... why not?”
 

“Because I want my full attention on you, and you’re already loud enough for both of us. Speaking of which, you better shut up unless you want Agent Drake Drillbits to make an appearance in Spatz’s next e-book.”
 

Brad panted, trying to make words. Though they fell out in a garble, Courtney knew he said, “I’m in his fucking books?!”
 

She laughed. “Yep, and Agent Drillbits and Bleu were fucking long before we were.”

Brad’s cock thickened in her hand. His tip was purple. “Oh, my,” she purred. “It looks like you’re ready to cum?” She stroked him faster. “Am I right, Brad Hammer? Are you ready to cum?”
 

He grunted a yes.

“Are you ready to cum in my mouth?”
 

He grunted a second yes, then his cock twitched in her palm. Courtney bent it back so the nozzle was aimed at her open mouth. She took the four hot blasts — each one thicker than the one before it — right in her mouth, swallowing each as they landed, except for the last one which she held inside, then opened her mouth to show Brad.
 

He smiled, then fell back to the bed, moaning in pleasure. “Yummy,” he said. She wanted to kiss him, open-mouthed, but didn’t. Brad was just enough of an asshole to not like getting kissed after she swallowed his load, but not so big an asshole that he wouldn’t. She didn’t want to obligate him after what was clearly a long night.

She crawled up onto the bed and lay beside him. They breathed together for maybe five minutes until their rhythm found a single sound. Their breath rose and fell in tandem until their quiet was cut by Brad’s phone buzzing.
 

“Sorry,” he said, “but I’ve gotta see who that is.”
 

He leapt up from bed, grabbing his towel on the way, then leaned down, showing Courtney his beautiful tight ass, fished the phone from his pants pocket with one hand while wiping his cock on the towel with the other. He looked at the screen, widened his eyes, and answered the phone, slipping back into the bathroom and running the water after holding a single finger to Courtney.
 

She didn’t like that he disappeared. She also didn’t like that he came out of the bathroom, evasive and in a hurry, quickly dressing in a clean suit.
 

“I’ve gotta go,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
 

Courtney could tell by his eyes that he didn’t want to share, but she wasn’t that easy. “Who was it?” she asked.

“A tip,” he said.
 

“A tip from whom?” Courtney asked, already knowing.
 

“You don’t want to know.”
 

Of course she wanted to know. It was Brad who didn’t want to say, though his face said plenty. The phone call was from Willow, and Courtney’s man was leaving to see her.
 

XXX

CHAPTER 3 — Brad Hammer

Brad raced from his house toward the EZ Sleep Motel where Willow was staying. He had lost count of the number of trashy motels where he had met Ms. Monroe, either in the thicker fabric of reality, or in the bottomless depths of his dreams, where they would fuck for hours and promise to never let go — where they once met every night before it was clear that Courtney was his one true love.
 

He felt horrible. Courtney knew where he was headed, even if words weren’t exchanged. They didn’t need to be, she knew him, and his face. That meant she knew who was on the other side of his phone call. He would have felt bad enough — dropping Spatz off, shooting his spunk into her mouth, then taking off with barely a goodbye — but his heart was already beating faster knowing what he was probably about to do. Of course, he could tell himself he would fight it, but Willow was hard enough to fight under the best of circumstances, he’d barely made it out the first time with Courtney in a room above them. Across town, Brad figured, he didn’t stand a chance.
 

I have to say no, I owe it to Courtney.

Brad pulled into the EZ Sleep, killed the engine, and pulled his fat fuckstick up beneath the waistband of his slacks so Willow wouldn’t be able to see it —
 
as if she wouldn’t be able to smell the cum boiling in his sack — then got out of the car and walked up to Room 4.
 

He pounded on the door. It swung open as his knuckles hit the third knock. “Come in,” Willow said.
 

She looked worried, almost panicked, definitely the most anxious Brad had ever seen her. Her usual calm was absent. Her eyes were wet and glassy, slightly red, like she’d just finished crying, or was seconds from starting. Still, she looked stunning as always, in a sheer skirt and crimson top.
 

“So,” he said, feeling impatient. He wanted to leave, not just because he had shit to untangle and Willow could help him figure out where to pull the first dangling thread, but because standing in a motel room with her was a time bomb Brad didn’t want to explode. He wanted nothing more than to refuse her, then return home to Courtney, look her in the eyes, and promise her that he’d managed to keep his dick in his pants.

“You have to drop this, Hammer,” Willow said without preamble.
 

“Drop what?”
 

“All of it,” she said. “It’s bad, and you’re in danger. I’m hearing too much chatter, all of it bad. I think you’re next.”
 

“What the hell are you talking about, Willow? I’m not in the mood for symbols and signs and fucking hieroglyphics. I need you to use English, please.”
 

She swallowed and took a step toward him, her face so worried it was almost haunted. Brad took a step back, not wanting her too close; not wanting to feel her breath or her skin or — most of all — her heat.
 

“My sources are vanishing.”

“Which sources?” Brad asked.
 

“All of them,” Willow said, not really answering the question. “I think someone’s cleaning up a big mess. And I’m worried, mostly for you.”
 

“I’ll be fine.”
 

“No,” she shook her head. “You won’t be. If you don’t drop it, you’ll be dead like everyone else.”
 

“Fuck that,” Brad said, suddenly angry. The rage flaring inside him was slightly surprising, but he welcomed it like an old friend. Anger could help him swallow his lust. “If people are vanishing, that means I’m close to something. I’ve never once shied from shit when I was nearing the end, and I’m sure as fuck not starting now.”
 

“There’s nothing I can do to convince you?” Willow whispered, blowing her concern like breath through the air.
 

The rage was gone, and his hard-on was back. She took another small step forward, but this time Brad stood frozen.
 

“Willow,” he said, holding his palms in front of his body. “I can’t.”
 

“I know,” she said, then kissed him anyway.
 

Every part of Brad wanted to stop, except for the parts that wanted to tear Willow in two.
 

Hating himself, he crushed her body against his, mashing his mouth harder against her, closing his eyes as her nimble fingers circled his cock.
 

Willow moaned into his mouth while stroking his hair splitter. He thought of Courtney — as if that would make things better — as he imagined stuffing himself down her throat, then pulling her hair as she sucked, until he was throbbing hard enough to launch his cock snot, when he would pull out of her mouth and fill her slippery pussy with every inch of his meat.
 

Brad panted between her lips, kissing Willow hard as she rubbed her body against him, grinding her dripping cunt against his thigh and smashing her large, round tits into his firm, muscled chest.

Brad lost all hesitation as her tongue dragged against his, kissing him as if starving. His hands roamed her body, and he grabbed a large handful of round, supple ass, squeezing it through her sheer skirt, while palming her neck with the other hand. Their heat was nearly unbearable, making out like high-schoolers beneath the bleachers; hard, fast, and without any care.

Her free hand tugged at the buttons of her crimson blouse until Willow’s perfect tits — held by no bra — spilled free. Brad eagerly massaged her left tit with his right hand, lightly moaning as she humped his thigh.
 

Brad’s hand on Willow’s ass encouraged her speed. Her fingers found a death grip on his dick and sent Brad from softly moaning to groaning like a man on his deathbed as Willow grazed her fingers soft then harder, along the length of his rigid and still-thickening shaft.
 

Willow was seconds from soaping her fingers in goo, but Brad wasn’t ready, so he pulled himself from her grip, then pushed her to her knees. She willingly dropped after only a nudge, then looked up at Brad with eyes wide and slutty, like the succubus cunt she was. Her wide and hungry mouth went wider as she stuffed Brad’s dick inside it, working her wet lips along every inch of his magnificent meat.

Brad moaned louder as the large, spongy head of his dick pressed against the back of Willow’s throat. She began bobbing her head in alternating rhythms. Twice fast, sinking Brad’s fuckstick halfway into her mouth, then three more times, slowly, sucking hard as she took him partly down her throat.

Brad’s dick throbbed almost violently into Willow’s hot, wet mouth, already begging for release. His fingers tangled into her hair as he bucked his hips hard against her face, fucking her mouthcunt until his dick twitched, throbbed, then blasted a shot of hot spatter into her mouth.
 

As much as he hated himself for knowing the truth, Brad was certain he wouldn’t be leaving without seconds.
 

Willow gagged on his thick stream as it coated her tongue, continuing to stroke him with both hands and mouth, keeping him hard as he emptied. She attacked his trouser mouse like a streetwalking whore, churning the brew of thick jizz and saliva into a frothy mess, leaking past her sealed lips and drooling onto her chest in long, milky strings.
 

“Keep it up, Hammer,” Willow moaned.

Foaming cum leaked from her mouth as she pressed her tongue against her teeth, purging every drop. Thick ropes of seed hung from her slick, glistening chin while the rest of Brad’s goo slowly oozed down her tits. Her tight fist rapidly tugged on Brad’s still-hard shaft, working to keep his flesh ready for what had to be a bucket-soaked cunt.
 

Brad fell back against the motel wall, turned to Willow, lifted her up, and smeared his churned jizz between her large, round tits. She lightly shifted on her knees then pressed the length of his dick between them, squeezing her pillowy breasts around his cock with her hands, and locking her large, erect nipples between her fingers.

Willow brought Brad back to a throb. He groaned his
thank you
, then took over, fucking her tits slowly at first then, of course, gradually faster. The slick glide of his goo, along with Willow’s saliva, allowed his dick to slip effortlessly up and down through her fleshy pressed valley.

She squeezed her heavy tits tighter around Brad’s tickler, driving him insane with sudden and unrelenting sensation. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his moaning spiraled out of control —
think of Courtney, think of Courtney, think of Courtney
— almost savagely fucking her tits, while thinking it was time to pull out from her pillows and slide inside her butter hole.
 

Willow kept squeezing her bullet-hard nipples, moaning with words Brad couldn’t decipher, though he was near certain she was simply urging him to fuck her tits harder.
 

The slosh of his cock sliding through her valley was driving him nuts. He couldn’t take it much longer, but wanted to stretch the moment since Willow was clearly in heaven. She threw back her head, still twisting and tugging her nipples while thrusting and pumping her hips.