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The Wrong Reverend By Suzanne Knight My name is Bob, well I don't use that much anymore, I was a high flying Florida real estate developer until that market crashed with a thud. Now I am bankrupt, I have a nice home but no other real assets. I managed to stash a few thousand in a bank in the Cayman Islands to hide it from my creditors. More significantly, I have no source of income to pay my living expenses and alimony to my ex wife. My only skill or talent is selling and at the moment I don't have anything to sell. Then I got a call, it was from an old college classmate, Neil Radford. Now Neil had become a local celebrity minister and televangelist. I had seen him a few times at social events like classmate's weddings or funerals since we graduated twenty years ago, but had really not maintained contact. I had skipped the last event, the funeral of one of our friends who died in an automobile accident, mostly because I didn't want to go through my sad story again and again. "Bob old buddy this is Neil Radford," the voice on the phone said. I replied, "What a surprise Neil, how are you doing?" "Never better, Bob Never better, but I heard from Stan that things weren't going so well for you," replied Neil. I thought, "Good old Stan, always one to share the bad news about somebody else." But I said, "Well the real estate crash did me in financially." Neil asked, "Are you in debt?" I replied, "No the bankruptcy took care of those, but I need a job or some source of income to live on." Neil responded "There is something you can do for me to earn a good deal of money, you can hear about it if you can meet me tomorrow at 2 PM." I asked, "What kind of work is it? And where should we meet?" Neil replied, "I'll go into the details when we meet, I'll text the address to you tomorrow morning?" I replied, "Well OK but how much money are we talking about?" Neil said, "It depends on how you perform, but in the $2000-$3000 per week range, and by the way come dressed like you were that Halloween." I protested, "Neil I don't." He cut me of and said, "Just do it," and hung up. He was referring to the Halloween party of our senior year. My friend Sharon and I went as Bonnie and Clyde, the trick was she was Clyde and I was Bonnie. I had been a closet cross-dresser for a while and was positively in my glory at the party. Neil was quite taken with me as Bonnie and I was strangely drawn to him. Neil has a rather magnetic personality which has served him well in the ministry. We slipped out the back and he finger fucked my ass while I jerked him off between passionate kisses. We agreed to meet later that night and totally and completely satisfied any bi curiosities we had. We never did it again in fact we avoided each other for the rest of our senior year. Now when I tried to say to Neil that I didn't do that anymore, it was not quite true. Over the years, I had at times been active, mostly when I felt stressed in my life. It was a way to escape what was really going on with me for a few hours. In fact I was starting to feel those urges again due to the mess that my life had turned out to be. Escaping from being Bob for a while was one thing, it had always been fun. But sex as my alter ego Bobbie had been confined to one night stands even if they lasted more than one night. Fear of discovery and distrust of partners made sex a very stressful endeavor and I was dressing to relieve my stress not increase it. Now I was both abhorred and intrigued by Neil's offer. There was no doubt that I could use the money, but it be worth would be selling myself for it? Unfortunately that was the only I had to sell at the moment that anyone had expressed an interest to buy. Now being paid for sex performed without any emotional connection seemed wrong for women, but men didn't need the emotional aspect to enjoy sex. So did that make it OK? I was going to be paid to have sex, almost as good as getting paid to drink beer. But no I was going to be paid to have sex as a woman with a man. But then again, sex with Neil might be good. It certainly was the first time. I was anxious and excited when I woke up. I took a long relaxing shower, and shaved my body all over. Next I did my makeup, I used a moderate amount of eyeliner and applied my false eyelashes. I had chosen a medium red color for my lips and nails. I was going for a classy look. I used a lip liner to enhance the outline of my lips and achieved a very full look. I wore a sleek, straight shoulder length blond wig with bangs. I put on a black waist cinch-er with garters, very sheer thigh high taupe stockings. I wore a navy blue and white dotted, low cut dress with a short white jacket with three quarter sleeves that came down just below my bust line. I put on a pearl choker, and drop pearl earrings, and slipped my feet into 3," pointed toe white pumps. His text instructed me to meet him at a somewhat seedy motel in Hillsboro. It was certainly tawdry but probably an appropriate venue for the planned event. I pulled up in front of the room number he had given me, got out and knocked on the door. Neil opened the door and said, "Wow, you look fantastic." I tried to be demure and said, "Thank you Neil it is so good to see you." We made small talk for a while. Finally I asked, "Well Neil, what is it I can do for you?" He looked at me with those deep blue eyes that seem to be able to peer into your soul and said, "You know what I need you to do for me Bobbie." He paused, and then continued, "And I have need of someone that is not connected to me to make some deliveries and do some financial transactions." I was mesmerized by his gaze, but thought to myself, "Well if there are some shady financial dealings that I could do for him, then I wouldn't really be so much of a whore," completely rationalizing what I seemed to want to do. I responded, "Well Neil I could certainly use the money, but you could get any women you wanted to have sex with you." He replied, "Yes I can, but getting women is not a challenge anymore." But Neil," I interjected, "I've seen some of your sermon's on gays." He said, "I need to play to the audience I have, but I always think of you whenever I give those sermons, and the more I talk about it, the more I want you." He put his hand on my thigh. I felt all tingly, actually it's horny I felt. I turned and kissed him on the mouth, his hot tongue darted between my lips. I threw my leg over his knee I keep kissing him, I felt his hand on my ass pulling down my panties. I lifted my ass slightly off his thigh and two fingers entered my anus. I felt a tremendous rush as they penetrated. I groped with my left hand for his cock. He unzipped his fly and I grabbed his hard cock and started to stroke it. I reached back and took his hand out of my ass, and slid to a kneeling position between his legs. I had lost all patience with foreplay, and swallowed his cock completely. My head bobbed slowly as I sucked his hard shaft from the base to the tip. Suddenly he grabbed my head and pulled it toward him while he thrust his cock deep down my throat. I was about to gag when he pushed my head back. Again and again he repeated it until he exploded in my mouth. It was warm and salty but sweet too. I swallowed his load. As he withdrew his penis some cum got on my lips, shamelessly I licked it off my mouth. After cleaning up, I fiddled with my wig in front of the full length mirror. He walked up behind me and kissed my neck while he caressed my ass. Soon his hands moved to my hips and he pulled them back toward him. I placed my hands on the mirror to brace myself and moved my feet back bending at the waist, as I spread my legs apart. I was nervous. Anal sex has been painful in the past. His cock penetrated my anus, I shuddered. It moved very slowly forward, as he whispered "Just relax and enjoy it!" My body went limp, all then tension disappeared and with one powerful thrust his cock head passed through my sphincter and touched my prostrate. The sense of pleasure overwhelmed the pain and I started to wiggle my bottom to get more and more of that feeling. That got him excited and he started to thrust powerfully into my ass. It was a new experience to watch it happen in the mirror. I was even more turned on to see myself being fucked and to see how much I was enjoying it. It ended with a torrent of hot fluid in my ass. I was disappointed, but whenever it ended it would have been too soon. Neil said, "Oh Bobbie that was all I had hoped for and more." I just smiled and purred. Then of course he said he needed to go and was out the door saying, "I'll be in touch." Maybe because I had no fear of Neil and no fear of discovery, I was able to relax and enjoy it. I just sat there in amazement, it is the best sex I ever had. While I wasn't comfortable with the arrangement, and I wasn't at all sure I liked Neil as a person, I didn't feel like a whore. I would gladly have sex with Neil for free.. Now as far as being a wanton slut that was a more difficult call. I had really, really enjoyed it. But what is the standard between really liking sex and being a slut? I think it comes down to promiscuity. If you have a great sex life but remain monogamous you are one lucky gurl, but not a slut. We met every week, I found myself acting more and more feminine and seductive he really liked it and I simply loved it. We played roles. At first they were fun like when I pretended to be a member of his flock with a unique problem. Her husband thought oral sex was a sin, she on the other hand had practiced it extensively before she met her husband in order to save herself for marriage. She was hooked and asked the Reverend Radford what to do. He said in order to save her marriage he would reluctantly offer up his penis. Then there was the time we were both naked under choir robes, and I scooted under his while he repeated his thunder and brimstone condemnation of gays sermon while I played with his cock and balls and timed his cumming to the thunderous conclusion. My errands consisted of picking up in DRAG bundles of cash from a guy named Miguel in Miami. I would deposit it in various bank accounts in DRAB, and every so often Neil would give me a give me a bunch of checks and documents to give back to Miguel. As best I could tell, it was a simple money laundering scheme where Miguel washed his ill gotten cash through one of a bunch of charitable organizations that Neil controlled. Miguel had a small storefront operation in a seedy part of the city and was always surrounded by a group of young guys with guns. I am fairly certain they read me, but no mention was ever made by Miguel. The first time I went was dressed in a nice businesslike blue suit, but the skirt was a little shorter than office appropriate and the white silky blouse showed just a little too much cleavage from my very realistic looking breast forms. And these days not too many real business women wear 3," spike heels. On the other hand I had a chin length red wig, very conservative jewelry, a medium red lipstick and nails and very intellectual looking eye glasses. Occasionally as I would go to and from my car, the entourage would give a few catcalls and wolf whistles. This fell into a fairly normal and predictable routine over a few months. The sex with Neil was good, but he grew ever more controlling, forcing me into increasingly submissive roles. I wasn't so sure I liked it. I found myself spending more time enfemme than was absolutely necessary. I bought a nice set of artificial breasts, as well as a faux vagina. I shaved my body all over and worked out quite a bit to keep any excess pounds off. I was forever practicing a feminine voice and mannerisms and working to enhance my wardrobe and makeup techniques. I would go out dressed to public places and wander about, shopping, and perhaps buying a small item or so to see how well I passed. One day I came out of the bathroom at my place having done my make up, fixed my wig, and attached the breast forms and vagina, my flimsy robe was open. I quickly noticed that the curtains were not completely closed and there was a gap that was only covered by the sheers. A middle aged guy was trimming the shrubs outside the window and I certainly caught his attention. I froze not knowing what to do, he just stared with a half smile, making no attempt to avert his gaze. Suddenly I felt empowered. I licked my lips, turned to give him a side view, thrusting out my chest and ass. He unzipped his fly and his erect cock popped out. He mouthed the words "let me in," I shook my head NO. He shrugged his shoulders and started to jerk off. I stuck my fingers in my faux pussy and pretended to masturbate. When he came, it exploded into his hand, some squirted through his fingers and sprayed onto my window. He wiped it off the window and his hands with his sweaty bandanna and dropped the bandanna on the ground. He mouthed, "Thank you," and I smiled and waved goodbye. After I was sure he was gone, I opened the sliders picked up the bandanna and took a whiff. It stank of sweat and something else, I opened it up and there was a cum stain, I don't know why but I rubbed it on my face. About a week later I drove down to Miami to pick up from Miguel. I thought it odd that I didn't see the usual guys outside, but I went into the store and saw a black guy sitting at the desk. He looked up and said with a French accent, "We have been waiting for you, you must come with me." I protested, "Where is Miguel? And I'm not going anywhere with you!" He smiled and replied, "You will not be harmed." As he stood up he showed me his hand on a revolver. He ushered me towards the back door and into a late model BMW. He drove a short distance to an upscale home on the bay. He showed me into a nice sitting room and said, "Wait here." In a few moments a very large black man appeared, in a booming voice he said, "You are most welcome in my home. I am Pierre." I was still none too pleased and replied, "What is going on? And where is Miguel?" Pierre smiled broadly and said, "You might say I have acquired Miguel's interests, here let me show you," He took out a bunch of papers that contained a letter of resignation from the phony charity Miguel and Neil had used, and another appointing one Pierre Duchesne as the new Chairman and Director. Both were signed by Miguel Vega, and a notary had sealed the documents. I shuddered to think how this guy had acquired Miguel's interests but I doubted that I would ever see Miguel or his chicos again, so at the moment all I could do was play along. I sat down, crossed my legs, smiled and said, "Well this all seems to be in order." He beamed and said, "Excellent, I would be very grateful to continue to receive the generous support of the Rev. Radford's foundation." I smiled coyly and replied, "Well I am sure you intend to continue to perform the good works that Mr. Vega and his associates were doing for the neighborhood." He replied, "Oh absolutely Miss err." I smiled and said, "Just call me Bobbie." He replied, "Very well Bobbie, here is a token of my good faith," and he handed me an envelope with a good deal more money that Miguel had ever provided as well as copies of all the documents. I glanced up and said, "I am sure the Reverend will be impressed, but now if you will pardon me I must be going." He frowned and said, "Oh much too soon, I will have Jean take you back to your car." As I stood up he took my hand and kissed it, he glanced up at me and said, "You weren't by chance one of Mr. Vega's interests?" I said in reply, "No! Mr. Duchesne, I certainly was not." He replied, "What a pity." As I drove back I called Neil and told him what had happened. He said, "I'm near the motel in Hillsboro meet me there in 20 minutes." I said, "It would be better if I met you later." He replied, "I'm busy later, just be there." I wouldn't have time to remove my breast forms and vagina. He had never seen me with these on and he definitely preferred me to be just a man in a dress. He called back with a room number. I went into the room and he grabbed the envelope counted the money and asked a bunch of questions. He finally said, "Well I guess we will just play along with this Pierre and see where it leads." I said, "Neil I'm not so sure, we don't know anything about this guy, he could be dangerous." Neil looked at me and said, "Maybe to you but not to me." I replied in disgust, "I'm moved by you concern for my safety." Neil sneered and said, "If you're so worried about your safety, I wouldn't think you would go around showing so much cleavage." He walked up close to me and felt me up. "Very realistic," he said, "you could get some guy real excited and then when he attempted to rape you you would really be in trouble," with that he reached under my skirt, pulled down my panties and grabbed a fistful of phony pubic hair. "Whoa what's this?" he said eyes wide open. He lifted my skirt and laughed saying, "Oh my my! You even have a phony cunt." He stepped back and said, "I gotta see this! Strip!" I slowly took off my blouse and bra, then my skirt and panties. I stood with him leering at me with nothing but my high heels on. Finally he said, "You are really getting into this, aren't you?" I said, "I'm just trying to avoid being detected." He laughed and said, "Bull Shit you like dressing like this a lot, you are a pathetic sissy fag!" His words burned in my ears. He then went on, "Oh you pretended to be oh so reluctant at first, but I knew you wanted it, I just didn't know you wanted it this bad." With that he pushed me back on to the bed and unzipped his fly, his cock was already hard. He spread my legs and said, "I've never fucked a phony cunt before," with that he violently entered my vaginal appliance, it was more like being raped than having sex. When he was done, I attempted to get off the bed and he pushed me down on the floor, I wound up in with my legs curled under me arms folded across my chest thinking he would want his cock sucked now. He looked down at me with a look I hadn't seen in his eyes before and said, "You disgust me! I never want to see you in these things again! If I want those I can have real ones anytime I want!" I just nodded. Then he grabbed his cock, I turned my face toward it thinking it was time for a blow job, instead he pissed into my face and then on my breast forms and finally my vaginal appliance. Then he just put his cock back in his pants and walked out. I was stunned, but got up quickly and went to the bathroom to wash his urine off of me. Then I sat down on the floor of the bathroom and tried to get my emotions under control. I was humiliated, I was angry, and incredibly frustrated that I had put myself in this position. I got dressed and drove home, seething, and trying to think of a way to get back at Neil. He of course called that evening and in his most sincere, Man of God voice apologized profusely and begged my forgiveness. I hung up! He really was not repentant but in reality but knew that sexual favors were not the only thing he needed from me. Especially now, he needed me to be a link between Pierre and him. When he called back later to beg forgiveness I relented and told him he was forgiven, but never to treat me like that again. Of course I didn't really mean the forgiven part, but I still didn't have any clue as to how to get even and get out of this predicament He of course called that evening and in his most sincere, Man of God voice apologized profusely and begged my forgiveness. I hung up! He really was not repentant but in reality but knew that sexual favors were not the only thing he needed from me. Especially now, he needed me to be a link between Pierre and him. When he called back later to beg forgiveness I relented and told him he was forgiven, but never to treat me like that again. Of course I didn't really mean the forgiven part, but I still didn't have any clue as to how to get even and get out of this predicament. He was thankful or so he said and asked me to meet him the day after tomorrow, he had a package to deliver to Pierre. I reminded him that it was not a regular day for a meet, but he said in reply "I am sure you can remember where his house is." I agreed and started thinking how to use this to my advantage. I soaked in the bath tub, then I shaved my body to a nice silky smoothness. To spite him, I attached my breast forms with adhesive and slipped into a lacy little bra that supported well but concealed very little. Then I slowly slipped on thigh high sheer black seamed stockings and pulled on a white silky low cut long sleeve top, and stepped into a black, a short leather skirt with a broad leather belt. I chose a straight, shoulder length deep red wig with bangs. I applied extra thick black eye liner and a combination of shades of purple eyeshadow applied just the wrong side of too much Then I outlined my lips to give a full sensual look and applied a very red, extra glossy lipstick and matching long finger nails For the finishing touch I put on a a god chain necklaces and matching gold hoop earrings, my cubic zirconium ring on my left hand and a gold signet ring on my right and a thick gold bracelet on my right wrist. I stepped into a pair of 3," patent black sling back mules I met Neil at the motel, of course I kept him waiting. I walked in and sat down crossing my legs and showing a scandalous amount of thigh. I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag and exhaled it. Neil was mesmerized. Finally he said, "I've never seen you look so sexy." I smiled and said, "I know, I've never felt so sexy." He moved toward me. I took another drag and blew it right into his face and said "Not so fast." I continued "I have a penance for you to perform," He looked nervous and replied, "What do you have in mind?" I smiled wickedly and said, "A little 69, are you game?" Now even though he always played the straight male role, he seemed to be fascinated my my cock and balls. He would often fondle them during foreplay and a couple of times when I came down on him, he reached around and gave me a hand job while he pumped my ass pussy full of his cum. He didn't reply he just stood there. If I could read his mind I'm sure he was thinking I was sent by Satan. I took another drag and exhaled it slowly and said, "If you don't want to do it, then you won't get anything today, just give me the package for Pierre and I'll be on my way." I figured the thought of not getting any would be more than he could stand and I was right. He replied, "Let's do it! Clothes were unceremoniously removed and we were on the bed in no time. It was a sense of pure exhilaration. I finally exerted some control over the relationship. It was the best thing about it because he was lousy at giving a blow job. I think he was surprised when I came in his mouth. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom and vomited. I fixed my lipstick in the mirror over the dresser. I didn't need to wash out my mouth the bathroom because he went before he came. When he finally came out, he looked somewhat pathetic, if he wasn't such an ass I might have felt sorry for him. He started to get dressed, As much as I had enjoyed this I couldn't let him go feeling so down, he might end our business relationship and I couldn't afford that. I walked over to him and kissed him full on the lips as I fondled his cock and said "Not so fast big guy, that was an incredible turn on, but now I really need you to make me feel like a woman." He responded with enthusiasm, as if he needed to prove his manhood had not been compromised. My tongue darted into his mouth, his cock started to get hard. I turned and with my left hand holding his cock led him to the bed. I climbed onto the end of the bed and assumed the doggy position, he was standing on the floor right behind me. I looked over my shoulder, licked my lips and said, "Fuck me Neil!" He was a man possessed. He either needed to validate his manhood or was on a mission from God to punish this sinner, but whatever his motive, it was the best anal sex I had ever had. Neil seemed more himself afterwards he gave me the package for Pierre. Now I had an agreed to meet an old friend for drinks later, in boy mode so there wouldn't be time to go back to my place and change into something more appropriate I drove down to Miami. The guard took delight in staring at my cleavage and thighs as I sat in my car waiting to see if Pierre would see me. He agreed and was most pleasant. He offered me a drink but I declined. I lit a cigarette. I gave him the package and he seemed pleased. He said, "Bobbie, may I ask you a personal question?" I smiled coyly and said, "You may ask, but I may not answer." He laughed and said, "You are most attractive and feminine in manner but are you a natural woman? I smiled and said, "Well that is personal," I thought I might as well clear up any confusion before something goes awry. I continued, "No I am not, I dress this way so as not to be recognized or linked in any way to the Reverend." Pierre smiled broadly and replied, "Of course, a brilliant idea." He continued "But you dress, walk and speak so much like a woman, do you do other things like a woman? I smiled ever so coyly and said, "No, I don't cook or sew or gossip; isn't that what you were asking about." He burst out laughing and said, "Of course that is exactly what I meant." I said, "I must be going." He replied, "As always, much too soon. However since you know where the house is there is no reason to meet at the tawdry storefront, please come here for our meeting next time." I replied, "That would be wonderful, I will see you then." As I drove home my head was filled with thoughts of Pierre. He knew what I was, but continued to flirt. Was he interested? Was I interested? All my rationalizations about why sex with Neil was OK and why I wasn't a slut wouldn't apply in this situation. I didn't know Pierre, but I had every reason to believe he was dangerous and violent. However since the golden shower episode, sex with Neil just wasn't emotionally the same. Still jumping into bed with a criminal seemed like the wrong solution to the problem. Then again how many other solutions might present themselves. The day for my next visit to Pierre came and as I dressed there was little on my mind other than Pierre. I decided on a very low cut red dress which showed a lot of tit and was about four inches above the knee, which meant it also showed a lot of leg. I had on sheer black thigh highs, and four inch black spike heeled shoes. I put on a long wavy blond wig, long false eyelashes and a ton of eyeliner, dark red lipstick and matching long artificial finger nails. Underneath it all I was wearing my breast forms. I just love the way they move when I walk. The only under things I was wearing was a waist cincher, gaffe, and a lacy half slip that came down a quarter inch lower than my crotch. As usual Jean ushered into the house. Pierre was swimming laps so I sat down, lit a cigarette and crossed my legs. He climbed out, he was naked! I bit my lip. He grabbed a towel, and said, "Forgive me with just us guys around I never wear a bathing suit." I just nodded since I was incapable of speaking. I took a deep drag and exhaled slowly turning my head up and to the right, so as not to stare at his private parts. He grabbed a large envelope and emptied a large amount of cash onto a table. He stood at the table in profile, counting the money. As he counted, his large dick at first seemed to grow longer and then started to rise. I wish I could say I was thoughtfully reconsidering my previous position that I was not a slut because I was monogamous. But in reality I wasn't thinking about how to define a slut, I was thinking more about how much I wanted to be one right now. I stood up took one last drag threw my cigarette down and crushed it out with my shoe. I walked up to him licked my lips and said, "Counting money seems to excite you," Shamelessly I looked down at his now fully erect cock. He replied, "Oh I often count money but this doesn't happen, it must be something else." I looked at him quizzically and said, "How odd, I can't imagine what would cause that to happen. Perhaps I can reason it out if I take a closer look." Pierre let out a hearty laugh. "Reason it out, I've never heard it called that before." I dropped to my knees, looked up adoringly and said, "Shhh I need to concentrate." It was the largest penis I had ever seen. I finally understood what hung like a horse meant, it was over 10 inches long and very impressive in girth. First I licked his balls, then, I playfully took his balls in my mouth and pretended to bite. Then I took his gorgeous cock in my hand I started to lick the head of his cock like an ice cream cone. I went up from the bottom to the top on each side, then I went around and around like you do when you are trying to catch the drips. I grabbed it with both hand and pulled the head of that huge cock into my mouth. I attempted to swallow it whole but I couldn't manage, I settled for wrapping my right hand around it and sliding my hand up and down the lower part of his shaft, while I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked on the head of his cock with all the intensity I could manage, I started to move my head up and down at first very slowly, then faster and faster, and faster. He moaned and groaned, and wriggled but I just kept going until at last a huge load of hot salty cum exploded in my mouth, my head shot back like I was drinking from a fire hose. Some of his spunk even came out my nostrils. I got up patted him on the ass and said, "I'm not through with you, Pierre! may I use your bathroom." He replied somewhat breathlessly, "But of course Cherie, it is over there." I went into the main part of the house, rinsed out my mouth, freshened my lipstick, I opened the medicine cabinet and found some Vaseline, and stuffed as much as I could in my ass pussy. I thought to myself that based on the size of his piston, I would probably be better off with Quaker State Motor Oil for a lubricant. I walked back, he was seated on a wrought iron chaise. I lit a cigarette and squeezed in next to him, as I took a long drag from the cigarette in my left hand, I slid my right hand over to his crotch, he was not even a little bit hard. I caressed his thigh, exhaled smoke into his face and said, "You are the most man I have ever seen, I can't get enough of you, I want you to fuck me again and again," I took another drag, and exhaled it slowly and took another check of his cock, it was coming up, but it had a long way to travel. I said, "Pierre, I want to feel you inside me, I want you to butt fuck me now," That seemed to do the trick, couple of strokes and his cock was completely erect. I got up threw my cigarette away ,turned my back to him, reached down and guided the tip of his mega cock into my ass, put my hands on the arms of his chair, and then just went for it, kicking my feet into the air. For a moment I was just floating with his cock just slightly in my ass, then I started to sink into exquisite pleasure/pain, I was just getting used to the feeling of something that huge inside me when I felt a blinding pain, he had started to thrust. It was so intense it took my breath away, I let out a whimper, he said, "Have I hurt you Bobbie? Should I stop?" I could manage only three words in reply, "God Don't Stop." He didn't and kept going with a ferocity that almost knocked me out of his lap, fortunately his cock was so long I couldn't fall off of it. After what seemed like an eternity he came, as his cock shrunk inside me. After a few moments of blissful afterglow I managed to get up and collapse into a very comfortable white wicker chair. I must have dozed off and had pleasant dreams. When I awoke I noticed Pierre's head between my legs and his lips all around my cock. I was startled. He looked up and smiled and said "Oh forgive me Mon Cherie, you were in a somewhat unladylike position and I noticed your very pretty cock, and well I could not resist." I smiled and said, "Don't let me interrupt." Pierre slowly moved his head in between my thighs and started by kissing the tip and then running his tongue down the full length of the shaft. I was already very hard and moaning with pleasure, Pierre must have taken that as a sign to continue with more of the same. Then he took my cock full into his mouth, I moaned ever louder and started to move my hips so that without Pierre having to move, my cock was sliding up and down in his mouth. At this point I pulled my legs together so that his head was now clamped. Then the gentle rocking of my hips became a more vigorous thrust. Pierre did all he could do, he held on and went with the face fucking he was getting. I was moaning very loud and he knew that at any moment hot cum was going to hit the back of his throat and sure enough there it was! Pierre did not gag. I continued to thrust in ecstasy but eventually he just had to get some air. When he returned from the bathroom he smiled and said, "Please pardon my language, but I see you like to fuck as well as be fucked." He paused and continued, "Not something I encounter all that frequently." I smiled seductively and said, "I do like to do both, how about you?" He laughed and said, "Truthfully I am not sure, but I must admit I found it most interesting and you, Cherie, most intriguing." The next day I made the deposits as I usually did and sent Neil an email with the details. Usually I would get one back with details of when to meet, so he could give me the checks for Pierre and we could of course have sex. I waited a day and still nothing from Neil, so on the morning of day we usually met, I sent a reminder. Neil responded by saying that there wouldn't be anything this week. I was disturbed because it had never happened before and I didn't know how Pierre would react, but more so, because those meetings with Neil and Pierre on successive days were my only chances for sex each week. Even worse, since this was the day I usually met Neil I had already bathed and shaved my body, done my makeup and had been full of anticipation, but now was just hanging out in a robe drinking coffee. Now since the episode with Pierre, I had tried not to think about where I stood on my self described slut-o-meter. There wasn't much point, I was having sex with a man I despised, and a criminal that I hardly knew. Those things alone just scream "Wanton Promiscuous Slut," but even worse I was enjoying it. But at least I hadn't sunk to picking up strangers for sex. Then I heard the sound of a lawn mower! I loosened the belt on my robe so that it fell open enough to show a bit of tit or more correctly breast form, then I opened the curtains, but it wasn't the middle aged guy from before behind the mover, it was a kid, maybe 16. He stopped in his tracts and stared slack jawed. I just couldn't sink so low as to take advantage of a boy, but he walked over to the slider. As he approached I could see the boner in his shorts so I figured I would at least give him a thrill so I opened the slider and said "Now remember to weed the flower beds!" He managed to stutter out a "Yes Ma'am." I closed the slider and pulled the curtains closed and felt a little better about myself. About an hour later my doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone so I peered through the peep hole. It was a large black man with dreads wearing painter's overalls. I said through the door 'Don't need any painting thanks' He responded in a voice I instantly recognized, "I can make you a very good deal Miss." It was Pierre! Now I didn't think much about how he found me or why he was in disguise, I just opened the door and let him in. It was as though I was a bad girl version of Snow White and I had wished real hard and now my Prince had cum or at least would cum soon. I put my arm around his neck and pulled him to a lingering kiss, while I rubbed his crotch with my other hand. Then I said, "Pierre, what a pleasant surprise! whatever brought you here and in such a cute outfit?" He gently pushed me away saying, "Not now Cherie." I pouted and said, "So why are you here?" Pierre said, "Something is wrong, the authorities are all over my house searching for evidence, I couldn't go back there." "Oh shit!" I thought it definitely ruined my mood, but I replied, "Well you can't stay here." He replied, "No I don't need to stay, the Reverend owes me a good deal of money and you are the only way I have to contact him. I have plenty of money in the Haiti but I will need to have some how do you say err working capital, to get there. I'll need to get to the Bahamas and bribe a few officials. I have an account there but it is not sufficient to payoff as many as I will need to, and these bureaucrats don't take Visa." I lit a cigarette and took a long drag and let it out slowly through my nose and said "Neil is never going to pay you any money if the police are after you, Hell, he probably already knows, why else didn't he send me down with this week's payment." Pierre looked pensive and then said," Do you have on line access to the accounts you deposit to?" Exhaling again "I smiled and said, "Neil's not that dumb, only he has the password to disperse funds," I took another deep drag and exhaled and continued "But there is one account I withdraw from, but there is never much money in it, it was only there if I needed to pay for something unusual.." Pierre asked, "How much are you talking about?" I said, "Oh no more than a couple of thousand." He shook his head and said, "I need much more than that. Can you get him to come here?" I shook my head and said, "He never comes here we always meet at a motel, I might be able to get him to meet there, but he still isn't going to give you any money." Pierre smiled and said, "Oh but I can be very persuasive." With truly evil thoughts floating through my head I smiled and replied "I'll give him a call." Neil answered his cell. "What is it?" I said, "Neil I just heard from Pierre that the police are on to him, what are we going to do?' Neil said, "Don't worry, it won't get back to you, I decided to cut him out, so I reported him to the police, they think he swindled me." I said, "Oh you are something else, but what about our little arrangement? Are you getting rid of me too?" Neil responded, "Not if you behave." I replied, "Oh but Neil you like it so much more when I misbehave." He laughed. I continued "And it's been way too long since I had a chance to misbehave, how about a quickie this afternoon?" Neil said, "I am really busy." In my best sexy voice I said, "But I need it bad!" He replied, "2 o clock," and hung up. Pierre exploded "That asshole, I knew it must have been him!!" I lit another cigarette and took a deep drag and as I exhaled said, "Don't get mad, get even." I continued, "We always meet at a motel, he gets the room and calls me with the number, I'll jam something so the door doesn't latch when it closes, give me a couple of minutes and then barge in, I am sure you can think of a way to get his password, I'll bring a laptop and we can move some money into your account in the Bahamas. Pierre smiled broadly and boomed, "Excellent, Bobbie, Excellent!" I excused my self, went into the bathroom and lubed my ass with Vaseline, and fixed my makeup. I took a slow walk to a chaise, sat down showing a good deal of my bare ass, peered back over my shoulder and cooed. "We have more than an hour and the one true thing I said to Neil was that I need it bad." Pierre smiled and walked right to me, and started kissing my ass as he caressed my legs. I was enjoying myself when suddenly he grabbed my left ankle and lifted my leg enough so that he ducked his head between my legs. I was thinking he was about to suck me, which would have been a bit of a disappointment. Then suddenly he stood up, flipping me onto my back on the chaise, with both of my legs pointing up and now resting on his shoulders. I smiled shamelessly, licked my lips and said, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard," Pierre was happy to comply His monstrous member entered me with force. I enjoyed watching the expression on his face as he pushed his piston deeper and deeper into me. All at once I thought I felt the earth move, but then I heard the scrapping of the legs of the chaise on the tile floor. We were about four feet from where we started. Fortunately we reached a wall and the power of his thrusts weren't dissipated by moving the chaise, it was all focused on moving me to ecstasy. After our erotic interlude, I quickly cleaned up. I put on a lacy white bra and panties I slipped into a scandalously short yellow knit sleeveless dress. I put on white 3 inch mules. I applied a medium red lipstick and put on large white hoop earrings an 18" strand of pearls and three white bangle bracelets. I grabbed my laptop and Pierre and I got in my car and drove to the motel, my cell rang on the way Neil just said room 126, I'm waiting," I let Pierre out by the office and waited until he walked over close to 126. Then I pulled up in front of the room, got out of the car and knocked on the door. Neil let me in and as I entered I stuffed a wad of duck tape, sticky side out into the cavity where the lock fits. The door slammed behind me. I went right after Neil who was already on the bed and started to kiss him while I unzipped his fly and fished out his cock and balls. Just then Pierre burst into the room. Neil was startled and tried to get up but I squeezed his left nut really hard and he let out a scream. By then Pierre had a knife at his throat. Pierre said, "Greetings Reverend I am Pierre, I suggest you be cooperative." Neil Nodded. Pierre had me tie Neil's hands with the telephone cord. Neil stated to yell but Pierre just punched Neil's stomach and then put duct tape over his mouth. I got out my laptop, lit a cigarette and watched. Pierre said, "Now I want my money, I want you to write down the password so Bobbie can transfer the funds to my account, is that clear?" Neil nodded in the affirmative. Pierre asked me to bring the motel note pad and pen over which I did. Neil wrote ," Fuck you," on the pad. Pierre laughed and said, "How amusing, Bobbie give it a try, if it doesn't work I'll cut his testicle off "Took a deep drag and exhaled forcefully and said, "it needs to be a combination of letters and numbers." Pierre looked at Neil and held the knife on his right nut and said, "You want to try again." Surprisingly Neil shook his head NO. He was clearly calling Pierre's bluff figuring he wouldn't hurt him badly since he was really after the money. Fortunately Pierre was bluffing; he wouldn't have gladly maimed Neil, but that wouldn't get him the money. I said to Pierre, "Let me try." I took a deep inhale and blew the smoke into Neil's face and said, "The knife isn't the weapon you need to fear" Then I knelt in front of Pierre and fished his cock out of his pants. I licked my lips and turned to Neil and said, "This is the weapon to fear, but since you are not his type I'll help get it started," I licked his shaft from top to bottom and then started gently sucking on the head until Pierre was hard as a rock. Then I turned to Neil, ripped off the duct tape and said, "Your turn," Pierre thrust his cock, Neil closed his mouth. I said, "Silly Boy, that won't work as I covered his nostrils with duct tape. In a minute Neil had to open his mouth and Pierre stuck his cock in, grabbed Neil's ears, and fucked his head violently. While he was in the act, I got out my cell phone and took a few pictures. Neil gagged and wretched but would up swallowing Pierre's load. I yanked the tape off his nose and put a piece back over his mouth. I said, "Neil, in a few minutes I am going to get Pierre's cock all big and hard again, and then he is going to shove it up your ass." Neil's eyes got wide. I continued "of course if you give me the password then that won't have to happen, you take a minute or two to think it over" After a couple of minutes I sat next to Pierre on the sofa and started to stroke his shaft with my hand. It came to life quickly. I walked over to Neil and said, "Do I get the password?" He shook his head No I laughed and said, "Well maybe you will enjoy it, I know I do, if you change your mind just shake you head yes," Pierre pulled Neil up to a standing position and spun him around so that Neil was facing me with his back to Pierre. I said, "Sorry Neil," as I lifted my knee into his groin, he doubled over in pain but the real pain was coming from the other side. Pierre had just started to push, when Neil's head started to bob up and down. I paused for a moment and took another picture. I signaled Pierre to stop and said, "Neil, have you reconsidered?" He head shook in the affirmative. I pushed him down to the floor and handed him the pad and pen. He scribbled 4NICATE on the pad. I said, "OK let's see if it works." It did. There was over a million in the account. I asked Pierre, "How much do you want?" He replied, "He owes me $200,000 and add in another $100,000 for my trouble.." I made the transfer to his account in the Bahamas and while I was at it, I transferred the balance to my account in the Cayman Islands. Once we had the confirmation emails, Pierre asked, "What should we do with him?" I replied, "Strip his clothes off and we will take them with us, tie his feet with his belt, we will put out the Do Not Disturb sign, nobody will find his until tomorrow afternoon." Pierre nodded and said, "That will be plenty of time." When Pierre was done, Neil was lying on the floor naked, I said, "Wait for me in the car." Pierre took my laptop and Neil's clothes and went out. I walked over to Neil and said, "Well Neil old buddy, it's been fun at times but it's over now. But I do owe you something," With that I spread my legs, pushed my panties down grabbed my penis and pissed in his face and then all over him. As I walked out the door I turned and said, "Now we're even." I jumped in the car and said to Pierre, "Where to?" He replied, "Sadly Cherie I wish we could spend more time but, I need you to drop me at a marina in Boca." I said, "Boca?" He laughed and said, "They won't bee looking for black fugitives in Boca." As we drove he asked, "What will you do?" I replied, "To play it safe I'll be leaving the country for a bit." We got to the marina and I pulled over and parked. Pierre said, "When I am in Freeport, I hang around a bar called the Parrot's Beak." I smiled and said, "When I am in Freeport I'll be sure to stop by."