'I have ten in a wall safe. Over there. That's it.'
'Get the rest!'
'How do I know you'll keep your mouth shut?'
'You don't, but I will. You get the money and I'll give you the proof that I'll never bother you again.'
'It will take some phone calls. Go downstairs and amuse yourself. It will take about an hour.'
Wiley headed downstairs to the bar. Once again he was amazed by the scene. He had never seen anything like it. Couples making love on the floor, on sofas and even on chairs. Some people were born contortionists.
There was nudity everywhere. Nudity and sex. Different combinations. Men and women; men and men; women and men; women and women. He sidestepped crawling naked bodies, circled joined couples, until he came to the liquor.
At the bar Wiley ordered a drink.
'You ain't never been here before, have ya?'
'Does it show?'
'Yeah, two ways. You're dressed… and the look on your face.'
'I like privacy.'
'There's bedrooms on the second floor for that.'
'Good,' Wiley said. 'You got some paper and a pen back there?'
'Sure.'
Wiley took the writing materials and moved away from the bar.
A young redhead with huge tits stopped him – stopped him by planting her naked body in front of him. 'Where ya'll goin', handsome?' she wanted to know. She was slightly drunk.
'I'm going to find a quiet room somewhere and jack off.'
She giggled. 'Jeez. Whatta you, some kinda weirdo?'
'Yeah. I'm a pervert.' He tried to step around her.
She shoved her tits and her bare cunt against him. 'I like perverts. My husband's one. He likes to watch me fuck other guys.'
'That's nice. Excuse me.'
'Ah, come on, handsome. Just one quickie little fuck?'
Wiley looked down at her breasts. They were amazing. They were huge, compared to her lithe body, huge and pointed. Even more amazing was that even with the tremendous weight, they didn't sag. The crease beneath them was barely discernable. His eyes fell farther down. Her bush was very heavy and very curly.
'Like?'
'Yeah.'
'I'm a hell of a fuck and I do anything.'
What the hell, Wiley thought, he had an hour and it would only take a few minutes to write the letter.
'Okay,' he said, 'but no husband.'
'That's cool,' she replied, groping for his hardening cock. 'Owwww, nice. Fuck my husband! I know where there's an empty room. C'mon! My name's Lucille Carver, what's yours?'
'Wiley.'
'I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Wiley!'
'Get out, Emilio! Get the fuck out of here!'
'No, baby, Cody says I get to plug you and that's just what the fuck I'm gonna do!'
Her back was against her vanity dresser. She filled her hands with bottles and threw them. They bounced off his grinning face, his barrel chest and his massive shoulders. But they didn't stop his advance. He plodded toward her, leaving clothes in his wake. Then he was nude and the huge, fist sized head of his cock was rubbing cum against her dress.
'Emilio!'
'Gonna ram this up your fucking cunt, Celeste!'
Celeste was rigid with fear. Everything had happened too fast. Why had Hope left? The note said that she was never coming back. Now Emilio had trapped her in her own bedroom.
'Why don't ya jes strip down an' take it, Celeste? You'll like it once it gets inside ya.'
'Get away from me, you fucking animal!'
He cackled. 'Yeah, that's me. I'm a fucking animal, an' I'm gonna pound a nice big cum outta your cunt.'
Celeste made claws out of her fingers and reached for his cock. He easily slapped her hands away, and a balled fist smashed into the center of her face. She heard bones crack and looked down to see blood running all over her breasts where they bulged above her bra cups.
'You broke my nose!'
'Yeah,' he cackled again, 'I busted your fucking nose. Now cooperate.'
'Fuck you!'
His hands spun her around like a toy. Celeste groaned and tried to catch herself when she was shoved from behind. She flailed at the air as she fell. And then she was sprawling on the mattress.
'What the hell is a little cock, Celeste?' he grunted in her ear. 'Play the game and you won't get hurt.'
'No!' She tried to roll away from him. An open hand came down hard across her cheek. She gasped and started sobbing.
He grabbed her left ankle and knelt on her right wrist. His hands ripped her panties in half. As he dragged them down over the curve of her ass cheeks and across her thighs, his nails dug roughly into her skin. Her dress came with them.
She tried to press her thighs together. Tried to get her legs under her. Tried to twist away from his grasp.
A hand fumbled at her hips. She had to clench her teeth. The hand scratched her pubic hair and she had a sudden insane reaction as if she were about to burst into uncontrollable laughter.
But there was nothing to laugh about. Emilio was going to rupture her cunt with his log and there was nothing she could do about it.
His hands were heavy and sweaty on her back as he seized the bra straps. She winced as he tugged. It cut into the soft, throbbing tits it still partially covered. She heard the dick, felt him stretching the strap away from her back. He released the broken strap.
'Turn over.'
Rough hands gripped her. She moaned as he flopped her onto her back. Her bra was yanked the rest of the way from her body. Her breasts flopped completely free. They quivered and rippled, trembling at the sudden chill on their warm undersides.
There was silence as Emilio stared down at her, lying naked, vulnerable, beneath him. His eyes roamed hungrily over the swells and valleys of her beautiful body.
'Nice. Real fucking nice.'
'Emilio, let me blow you,' she gasped through the blood running into her mouth. 'I'll blow you real good.'
'Don't want no blow. Want some a this big hot cunt!' He grabbed and ripped a handful of pubic fur from her groin.
Celeste screamed, but she knew that the pain was just starting.
'Christ, those big tits of yours make me hungry.'
She watched his face come down. It blurred. There was only an image. She felt the warmth of his body over hers. Then there was the wet smoothness of his tongue, licking and probing at one of her nipples. And then there was his teeth and more pain.
He mashed the head of his giant cock against her cuntal lips.
For just a moment he thought he felt a flicker of desire in her, a slight arching of the back, a tiny forward thrust of her tit. But it was quickly extinguished.
He raised up. 'I'm gonna fuck you now.'
'And I'm going to fight like hell! If you make me blow you, I'll bite your cock off. If you forget and spread your legs a little, I'll mash your balls clear up into your belly, and if I get the chance when you're off-guard, I'll tear your
