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Laneille's Story
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Laneille's Story
by Jessa
WARNING: This is NC-17, "consensual" non-consent sex, fantasy
rape, submission, one woman lots of men, etc. If you don't like
that sort of thing or are not old enough to read it in your
jurisdiction - (she politely yells...) GO AWAY. Thank you. E-mail
me with any comments, likes, dislikes, etc. Just be nice, I'm the
typical insecure writer. Thank you.
Notes: Just to get the faces right: Hans - Alan Rickman, Simon -
Jeremy Irons, and Erik - Anthony Hopkins (he just seemed right to
be the father in this). Uncle Edward should be pictured as Lance
Henriksen. Holly still looks like Bonnie Bedelia and John McClane
still looks like Bruce Willis. I figure that Laneille Hartmann
(the girl) probably looks something like Rebecca Gayheart from
Earth 2. Just because I think she's pretty in a different sort of
way. Mariele looks like Lolita Davidovich, because the friend I
wrote her for says so.
The usual copyright stuff: Die Hard characters copyrighted to
their respective sources. Same with Die Hard story elements. The
rest of this is mine - Except for the first scene in the Lift,
which is gratefully stolen from Man2Man, who gave me his
permission for the "theft" and alteration (GRIN) of his piece
"The Elevator" The portions from that piece are copyrighted to
Man2Man. Oh, yes before I forget, my husband wrote a lot of the
detail for the sex scenes after chapter 1.
No insult is intended toward any of the actors whose faces I have
appropriated. Particularly Sir Anthony Hopkins, Mr. Henriksen,
Miss Davidovich or Miss Gayheart who had nothing to do with the
original Die Hard saga, but should have in my opinion. This is my
personal fantasy (yes, you could say that in my dreams Laneille
is me), and I can't help the fact that the above faces figure in
my dreams.
For those of you who are Die Hard experts, Laneille arrives
around the 5th or 6th of that fateful December in L.A. when the
Nakatomi tower is invaded.
Chapter One - The Lift
It was the last day of my holiday, I had checked out of my
hotel and I was in L.A. visiting a friend of mine who lives in a
big apartment building in the centre of town. I arrived there
about noon for lunch and spent the whole day just talking about
old times. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost
midnight. I couldn't believe how fast the time went by. I knew I
could get another hotel room, and a single call would change the
plane reservation so we said our good-byes and I left...
...Avoiding the bell, I banged on the door. "Hell, Holly,
let me in dammit." I could hear her cursing "Wait a Goddamned
minute, already, its not like you're going to die out there.
Geez, I thought you left..." She opened the door and stopped.
Stopped talking, stopped moving, looked at me. Stared. I must've
looked quite a sight. The top half of my dress was torn up and my
stockings were in shreds. I had my shoes in my hand. And my hair
had fallen out of its pins. I pushed past her and walked into the
apartment. "So, can I stay, and do you have something I can
change into?" Then I asked her who were those people visiting her
Neighbours. She asked me if I was okay and why the hell did I
want to know? I said wanted to know if their friends would be
visiting again anytime soon. "Why?" she demanded, "are you going
to tell me what happened or not. Should I call John? I know he's
in New York, but he has friends out here..."
"NO! Don't call John, Holly Gennaro don't you dare call that
lunatic husband of yours. No, no, no. I forbid it. Do NOT get
that madman involved." So I told her...
Walking down to the lift, I noticed that, for an expensive
apartment building, there wasn't very much light in the hallways.
As I pushed the button, I saw a group of men standing in the
hallway saying their good-byes to a bunch of people. They must've
had a good time because they were all laughing and talking. God,
what a group. There were three of them. An older man, dressed,
oh, so properly: vest buttoned up, chalk grey pinstripe suit,
some kind of regimental tie. He carried himself like some sort of
soldier. Ramrod straight, hands behind his back. I don't know why
my dream mind said "reminds me of the guys who play Nazis in the
movies." The younger two were just as amazing. One, dark haired
and slightly disheveled looking, painted on black jeans, linen
shirt, lovely longish black hair, over his collar. Sort of messy
chic. The other one, oh, GOD. Navy suit, the shirt had maroon
pinstripes, french cuffs with ruby cufflinks, I knew they were
real too, he looked like he had just posed for a magazine cover
and that he knew he owned the world. Oh, hell, forget the damned
suit, the eyes on this one. Oh, God, the eyes. Oh, shit, he saw
me staring. He winked. I turned away, pretending I didn't notice.
I was sure they could see me shaking. Especially navy suit. I
noticed him whisper something to the older man. The older man
smiled. The dark haired one nodded.
They left their friends and headed towards the lift. I
finally had to look at them (didn't want to appear rude) and they
said, "Hello". Of course, being the friendly person that I was, I
said, "Hi" back. We stood there for awhile waiting for the lift
to arrive. When the doors opened, they let me get on first. Ah,
gentlemen, I thought. They had sounded foreign in the hallway,
that would explain it. I always though European men were the
courtly types. As the door closed, I could hear movement behind
me but I was pretending to ignore it, when I felt an arm reach
around me. As it came into my line of sight, all I saw was navy
fabric, the strong hand reached for the control panel and pushed
the button that stopped the lift. From the look in their eyes, I
knew what was going to happen. I was scared, but deep down, I was
also very excited. The oldest of the men seemed to take charge.
"Hello, my name is Erik, these are my sons, Simon and Hans." I
didn't of course for one minute believe that these were their
real names, but at least it afforded me a point of reference, now
I had something to call navy suit "Simon", and I was sure that
they really were related. They had the same deadly icy eyes. And,
oh, God, Erik had a German accent, which reinforced my initial
silly assessment, for a moment, I mentally laughed at myself
"Nazi indeed, Hah!"
Before I knew what was happening I was grabbed by Hans and
Simon and pressed down onto the floor. I hit my head and cried
out in pain. Hans put his hand behind my head for a moment, I
don't think cracking my skull was in his plans. My hair started
to come down into his fingers. He seemed to enjoy that and pulled
the pins out until my hair fell down around my shoulders. Simon's
strong hands ripped off the top of my dress in one stroke, while
Erik tore off my pantyhose. Damn pantyhose, I thought. Never
again pantyhose.
As they started to unzip their trousers Erik reminded them,
"I am first." Off came the jacket, vest and tie, then he pulled
down his trousers and lay on top of me while his sons held me
down by my shoulders. Hans still had his hand in my hair, I
wanted desperately to reach up and do the same to him, but they
had my arms pinned securely to the floor. Its funny, after
noticing how nicely built their father was, all I could think,
was boxer shorts, I should have known, he's so very proper. I
wondered what Simon and Hans were wearing. Hans was licking his
lips and staring at my breasts, Simon ran his finger across my
jaw and smiled wickedly. He caught my gaze almost forcibly and
winked once more.
I could feel Erik's hot breath on my face as he started
kissing me. I knew what he expected. I mentally smiled as I
turned my head from side to side, trying to keep his lips from
touching mine, but he grabbed my head with both hands and held me
still. As his lips touched mine, I opened my mouth and bit him.
His head came up and at the same time his hand came down and hit
me across the face and in my mouth. I heard him say, "Do that
again bitch, and I'll kill you." The look of fear in my eyes
seemed to please him, so he continued.
I could feel his mouth on my face and felt it move slowly
down to my neck. His un-shaved face rubbing against my skin hurt,
but I was too shocked to say anything. His mouth and tongue moved
slowly down my body, then his hands were on my breasts, squeezing
them with such force that I cried out. He looked at me and
laughed. My reaction seemed to give him pleasure so he lowered
his head and started sucking on my nipples, gently at first but
then he sucked harder. I felt his teeth bite down on my nipple
while his hands squeezed harder and harder on my tits. He went
from one nipple to the other, biting and sucking; biting and
sucking until he was satisfied. I'd never felt so helpless, or so
good, in my life.
Then I felt one hand move down my body to my pussy. He put
his hand on me and seemed pleased when he felt my wetness.
Removing his mouth from my tit, he licked his way down the rest
of my body until he had to slide his body off mine and onto the
floor to put his head between my legs. With one hand, he spread
my pussy lips and with the other, he stuck his finger deep inside
me.
Hans moved one hand off my arm and onto the breast his
father had just abandoned, feather light caresses alternated with
sharp pinches. He bent, I could feel his hair brush across my
chest, he grasped my nipple in his teeth and bit. I gasped. Simon
smiled.
At first Erik was gentle, but then suddenly he went crazy.
It felt like he shoved his whole hand into me. It hurt like hell,
but it seemed the more I yelled, the harder he shoved his hand
into me. I almost passed out from the intense pain he was
inflicting when his mouth took over. He ran his tongue up and
down the length of my pussy, then flicked it across my now
hardened clit. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy as his
tongue licked it from top to bottom. Then his lips went around my
clit and he started sucking for all he was worth. I didn't want
to enjoy it, but all the while he was doing that, I kept
thinking, "Damn, this guy can really eat pussy!" As he ate me his
hands went up underneath me and I felt his finger go up my arse
and the pain I felt made me cry out again. As I lay there with my
eyes closed, yelling, I heard him say to Simon, "Shut her up!"
I closed my eyes tighter, thinking I was going to get hit
again, when I sensed Simon standing directly over me, feet
planted on either side of my shoulders and suddenly I felt his
weight settle against my chest as he knelt down straddling me. I
opened my mouth to say no, but he shoved his cock deep into my
mouth before I could utter a word. It made me gag, nearly choked
me as he hit bottom, but I loved it, although I tried not to let
him see that. I noticed that Simon had merely un-done his
trousers. He was still impeccably dressed. With his hand hard on
the back of my neck he kept shoving all the way to the back of my
throat, telling me to "Suck me, slut!" Afraid to do anything
else, I had no choice. Simon dropped his other hand against my
breast, lazily tracing the bruises his father and brother had
inflicted. He looked directly into my eyes, smiled, grasped my
nipple in his fingers and twisted. Hard. As I gasped, he thrust
his delicious cock deeper into my throat, and involuntarily I
bucked my hips up toward his father's plunging tongue. I didn't
want to admit to myself that sucking his cock and being eaten by
his father at the same time was really turning me on, but my body
was betraying me and Simon knew it.
I was also becoming aware that he was the real power behind
this family. I realised that I would do anything Erik told me to,
willingly, just to keep Simon's magnificent cock down my throat.
God, I wanted to be Simon's "slut." It was turning me on.
Especially the way he managed to have his way without even
mussing up his appearance. He still looked like a GQ cover.
Except for the lust in his eyes, he had no expression, and his
clothes were all still in order. His father on the other hand was
a "messy" fuck, he'd have to send that suit to the cleaners to
have it pressed when he was finished.
Little brother (How did I know that? Why was I sure that
Simon was older?) wasn't even wearing a suit and that linen shirt
of his would need hand-laundering. I so desperately wanted him to
take it off before it got totally ruined. As if he was a mind
reader, Hans unbuttoned and stripped off the shirt. Ah,
wonderful, the undershirt has not been made that wouldn't show
under linen like that, so I knew I'd get an eyeful. He smiled as
he saw me watching him, and took his time, flexing his strong
arms and generally showing off. Oh, my God, he had one of those
strong, lean builds, the sort of man that worked rather than
worked out. I just knew his brother was built similarly. Oh my.
What a family.
As I sucked Simon's cock, his father sat up and said, "She's
ready, make her kneel on all fours." Simon pulled out of my mouth
and stood up briefly so that I could change positions. He smiled
wickedly as my body reacted to the loss before my mind did and I
reached my mouth up toward him raking every inch of him with my
tongue until he was out of my reach and I moaned over my loss of
contact with him. The look he gave me said "Scream and you will
certainly regret it." For one second I thought of screaming, just
to see what he would do. But I feared that he would choose to
ignore me and let his brother handle further transgressions, if I
upset him. Hans was utterly gorgeous, but there was just
something incredibly powerful and irresistible about Simon, and I
desperately wanted to keep Simon happy. I kept quiet, I wanted
Simon back in my mouth, and soon.
Hans lifted me up and as I knelt on my hands and knees I
could feel his body press against my back as he positioned me. I
could feel the strength in his bared arms daring me to do
something. Before turning me over to his father he wrapped his
arms around me, I could feel the weight of him and the electric
touch of his bare chest across my back. He pinched and caressed
both my breasts and kissed the back of my neck where a bruise was
beginning from Simon's strong grip. He smiled and nodded toward
his father, moving away from my back, but still holding my arm.
Simon knelt down in front of my raised face, smiled and
grasped the back of my neck again. He ran one finger across my
jaw and I tried to catch it in my mouth. He laughed and replaced
the wandering finger with the delicious cock he knew I really
wanted. God he was incredible.
I felt Erik rub his cock up against my arse and I shuddered.
He said, "First, bitch, I'm going to fuck your sweet little
pussy, and then I'm going to fuck your tight arse until you
scream." All I could do was moan, because I had Simon's delicious
cock down my throat. And then I thought "I'm not your bitch,
Erik, I'm Simon's slut." He thrust into my pussy harder than I'd
ever had it done before. Putting both hands on my arse he pulled
his cock in and out, shoving it in deeper and deeper with every
thrust. It hurt, but at the same time, felt fantastic.
The faster he pumped, the faster I sucked his son's cock.
Being fucked and sucking cock turned me on more than I cared to
admit. As the rhythm got faster and faster I could hear Erik
start to moan and Simon's hand gripped me even harder. I knew
they were getting ready to cum. I sucked harder and harder, and
Simon came in my mouth the same time his father came in my pussy:
I felt the pulse in Erik's cock start to beat faster and I knew
he was close. With one last thrust into my pussy, I felt his cum
shoot deep into me and I sucked Simon's cock harder until I felt
him start to cum and ram his cock deep down my throat. I tried to
pull back far enough to taste him as I could feel his cum sliding
down my throat, and I swallowed every delicious drop. Hearing my
moans of pleasure, his father said, "You love it, don't you
bitch?!?" I moaned "Slut, I'm not your bitch, I'm Simon's slut."
later as I thought back I was forever glad that he couldn't
understand me with my mouth full.
I nodded my head in agreement. "Now in your tight little
arse." Hans was there his massive cock getting harder every
moment, he was obviously incredibly turned on by all this and I
should have known that Hans' choice of underwear would be "none".
His father said to him, "You try her pussy while I fuck her in
the arse, she's very nice." By now I was starting to feel very
tired, but the thought of having all three men fucking me brought
me back to life.
They turned me on my side, and Simon shifted position with
me. Erik rammed his cock into my arse and Hans shoved his cock
into my pussy and continued the work started on my tits earlier,
while Simon pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. We all seemed
to be moving as one. I was never without a cock inside me. My
loud moans of pleasure and pain could be heard throughout the
lift. They started pumping faster and faster and I sucked faster
and harder. Erik was smacking me on the arse, and Hans was
manhandling and biting my tits, but it so felt good. After what
seemed like hours, Erik came first and shot his hot cum deep
inside my arse. Then I sucked harder and harder until I made
Simon cum in my mouth. I felt Hans start to cum in my pussy and I
just lay on the floor, exhausted. Finally they started to get up.
I reached up and ran my fingers through Hans' hair, it was as
soft as I thought it would be. He smiled. Simon smiled. Erik
laughed.
As I lay there I felt the lift suddenly start to move again,
and I saw Erik and Hans putting their clothes back on. Simon just
smiled and zipped his trousers. I looked around for the top of my
dress, wanting to cover myself up before the lift reached the
lobby. As I saw the numbers get closer and closer to the lobby,
the lift didn't stop, but kept going down into the basement
parking area. I was glad, because I didn't want anyone to see
what had happened, and there was a guard in the lobby area
twenty-four hours a day. I did NOT want to explain this to a
uniformed guard. I did wonder though why the guard didn't notice
the lift being stopped for so long, but I was too exhausted and
forgot my concerns.
As the doors opened they thanked me for the good time.
"Maybe we can do it again sometime." Simon turned back, smiled at
me and quietly mouthed "slut." He knew. I nodded and licked my
lips, staring obviously at the juncture of his thighs. I heard
them laughing as they walked towards the Mercedes pulling up near
the lift. I barely heard Hans say to the driver "Uncle, you
missed a nice one."
I got up and before they changed their minds about leaving
or I begged them not to and quickly pushed the button to go back
to Holly's apartment. As the lift went slowly up higher and
higher, I prayed that it didn't stop to let someone on. Finally,
it reached the top floor, and I got off and headed back to
Holly's. Avoiding the bell, I banged on the door...
"I'm calling John, I need an excuse to get him out here
anyway. If I don't put in an appearance as the happy homemaker,
the guys at Nakatomi will start making passes again and trying to
fix me up."
"No, NO, NO! Holly Gennaro don't you dare call that lunatic
husband of yours. I still can't figure out why you're still
married to that madman. Everywhere he goes someone tries to shoot
him or something. Don't say its because he's a cop. Cops can go
their whole careers without looking at a gun much less being shot
at. John McClane is a certifiable nutcase and you know it."
"Okay, so I'll call a local cop. John has friends out here,
I actually met a couple of them the last time he was here."
"Oh, let me guess, he knows Dirty Harry or something. Holly,
get it through your head. I did not come in here screaming call
9-1-fucking 1. I did not yell get a cop, I asked you if you had
something I could wear so that I can go to my car and get my
luggage and change, after all the next guy I meet in that damned
lift may not be so nice. Ok? Ok!"
Holly pointed toward her closet. "And she thinks John is
nuts?"
"I heard that Holly, I heard that." I changed into one of
her dresses, didn't bother with underwear, and went back
downstairs to my car. The driver's door was unlocked. I knew that
I had locked it so I was pretty surprised. I looked in, just to
make sure there were no weirdoes in the back seat. Only my purse
sitting on the floor on the driver's side. Oh, shit, I thought.
My purse. I opened it up, everything seemed to be there. Money,
credit cards, keys. It was all there. Whew. I picked it up, got
my suitcase out of the hatch and went back up to Holly's.
After she let me back in, I changed and hauled my suitcase
into her guest bedroom. Part of me was glad that she was staying
in town tonight, I don't think I could have faced her kids right
now. Company housing or something. She rated because she was some
kind of executive. That way she didn't have to drive all the way
out if she worked late. "Holly, didn't you say Nakatomi needed a
new accountant? I think I might like living in L.A."
She threw a pillow at me. "You are far more certifiable than
John. You DO know that, right?"
"Right. Me, certifiable. John, merely nuts. Got it. Or is it
that John merely has nuts? That was why you married him wasn't
it?"
"Yeah."
"Good night." I dumped my purse out to put the contents back
in order. Picked up my card case, it dawned on me that
interviewing at a Japanese company, I had better damned well have
my business cards with me. I opened the case to see how many I
had left. Grey? My cards are white. What the hell? Security
Consultations, Inc., an L.A. address, a phone number and a name.
Erik Gruber. They told me the truth, they actually had the balls
to tell me the truth. I turned it over. Oh, shit, oh, hell, oh my
goodness. 555-2919 Simon.
Tonight I sleep peacefully with their cum dripping down my
thighs and the delicious taste of Simon in my mouth. I think I'll
bathe in the morning, maybe.
Tomorrow I make the phone call.
And I'll even call Nakatomi, I'll probably be on the payroll
in time to be introduced at that Christmas party Holly's been
bragging about.
End of Chapter One
Chapter Two Follows
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here's the second part. I'm just starting chapters 3 & 4 now.
Chapter Two - The Phone Call
I made the call, set up the interview with Nakatomi, went to
the mall to do some shopping and put a few grand on a credit card
buying interview clothes (who packs this stuff on holiday, after
all) and other stuff I'd need until I could get my New York stuff
packed and shipped. I ordered some extra Japanese translated
business cards at an overnight printer. Stopped to eat, then I
bought something very nice for myself. A fire-engine-red
slipdress. Short. Real silk. Expensive as hell. New red shoes and
real stockings. I'd sworn off pantyhose, they can be a bitch.
Holly introduced me to the buying committee in the condo her
company housing was in and I to her surprise I bought the
penthouse, which had just been vacated. The owners were getting a
divorce and had to sell to divide the profit. They even left the
furniture, not my taste, but I could live in it until I bought
new stuff. Holly knew I had money, but she wasn't sure about the
penthouse. She figured that if I got the Nakatomi job, they might
foot part of the bill as moving expenses for me and I could
afford it, but she worried that if for some reason I didn't get
the job I'd be stuck. I assured her I could "make the payments"
I didn't have the heart to tell her I paid cash in full and
the monthly assessment wasn't all that much, especially since the
former owners had already paid the special assessment to repair
the lifts. I smiled inwardly. Ah, guards rarely investigate
something they think is broken, especially since no one picked up
the call phone or used the alarm button. Since there are no
cameras in the lifts, they probably thought it was stuck, but
empty, lucky for me. Good thing, this happened now, it seems they
had voted to put in cameras when they did the repairs. Whew.
Great for security, but lousy for privacy. But then the penthouse
has its own lift, and I'll be damned if I'll let them put a
camera in it. At the entrances maybe, it only stops on a few
public access floors: the pool, lobby, etc. but no way a camera
inside it. I find that I like stuck lifts occasionally.
When Holly said Nakatomi needed an accountant, it sounded
more like Assistant Comptroller for the North American division.
Vice President sort of stuff. Money and perks, as if I really
needed either.
I moved my rental car into one of the spaces assigned to my
apartment. Then I packed up my stuff from Holly's, picked up my
keys and a member of the Security Company showed me how to change
the codes in the alarm system. I called the phone company from my
celphone and made an appointment for them turn on the phones. I
called the printer and gave him my new address and phone number
for some letterhead and envelopes. They said they'd deliver my
order, including the new business cards. I love that sort of
thing, so convenient. I also called the desk in the lobby to
authorise letting in the phone man. Then I tried out the
penthouse lift. Gosh, I cannot believe this, Mariele will think
this is so damned ostentatious. A private lift with an
upholstered bench. It looks like something out of one of those
old movies. Fancy paneling and brass buttons. But oh, what I want
to do on that bench. I will never look at a lift in quite the
same way ever again.
I came back upstairs and I made the OTHER call. Got the
machine. "Hi, you remember me, this is Laneille. Call me. 555-
...beep..."
"Hold on a bloody minute." I recognised the voice and it
wasn't Simon, it was Hans. "Hey, Simon, its your new girlfriend"
he laughed.
"Give me the damned phone and keep your nose out of it." I
heard him take up the phone. "Little brother is so uncouth. Hello
dear, I knew you'd call. Where are you?"
I told him that I had moved into the building I had met him
in. He said wait, he'd pick me up in the garage. I changed into
the red dress, stockings and shoes. Just the red dress,
stockings, and shoes. Went downstairs to the garage. About a half
hour later the Mercedes pulled up, the same guy driving. Long,
strong fingers gripped the wheel. Those hands could kill, I just
knew it. Dressed all in black and wearing jeans that were even
tighter than what Hans was wearing when I met them the first
time. And he was twice Hans' size. Easily comparable to Simon.
Big. Hot-looking. Scary looking. Simon spoke first. "Oh, yes,
Laneille, I should introduce you to my Uncle. Uncle Edward, this
is the lady you missed over the weekend. Pity, you should have
been there."
Edward spoke, low voiced, I had to strain to hear him, lean
in closer to understand. "Yes. Pity. Well I am here now, aren't
I?" I gasped. Oh, my, another one? Three was exhausting enough,
but this one...He just might be a few all by himself.
Simon laughed. "Yes, yes, you'll get your turn. She's a
regular little slut, this one is. Right dear?"
"Yes" I sighed "definitely."
Edward looked at me, the same ice eyes as the rest of the
clan. "Definitely what, dear? What exactly are you, dear?"
dripping heat, lust, and menace.
"Um...."
"Well? Simon she's not very responsive, doesn't make you
look too good. I asked her a question. She can talk can't she?"
Simon frowned. I started again "Yes, definitely Simon's
slut. Very definitely."
Edward laughed so hard he nearly hit his head on the roof of
the car. "Oh, Simon, this is too damned delicious. Not just any
slut, you've found. You've managed to..." he laughed again. "Oh,
God, wait until I tell my brother this one. He thinks he was in
charge that night. Oh, shit, Simon, he's going to kill you. Your
slut indeed. This is too much. Shall we test this idea a bit. You
drive. " Edward got into the back seat. "Tell her to get back
here and make me happy, Simon. She owes me. If I hadn't had to
drive that night, I'd have had her first, and she'd be mine, not
yours, believe me."
"No, I don't think so. You're not quite my type Uncle
Edward, dear. But then I may know someone for you. I definitely
belong to Simon. I do however have a sister in New York. She
might like a job out here. You wouldn't know someone who would
hire her would you?" Then I looked back at Simon, making sure
that he wanted me to be nice to Uncle. He nodded. I reached for
Edward's belt and undid it. Slid his incredible cock out of his
trousers, knelt in the well between the seats, his thighs spread
wide enough to accommodate my shoulders and bent over his lap.
Simon smiled. He knew I had a mouth on me. He knew I would make
up for the fact that Edward had missed the lift escapade.
Even though he wasn't fully hard yet, he was impressive. I
looked up to see a faint smile playing at the corners of his
mouth. I had never seen a cock like this on a man so thin. Simon
wanted me to do this so do it I would. I licked my lips in
anticipation of what I hoped Simon's reaction would be later, and
leaned into Edward's lap. I could tell he was deliberately
keeping calm to prolong the experience.
I moved myself down, slowly taking all of him, then letting
my tongue start in on him, as I slowly increased pressure near
his base, like a human vacuum cleaner. He grew rapidly in size,
and my pulse quickened. His hands were resting at his sides, yet
I was getting as hot as if he were Simon and was fondling my
breasts with one hand, and plunging between my thighs with the
other. If this is what listening to Simon does for me...oh, my.
I started moving my head up and down, and he had grown fully
erect now. Breathing was a difficult thing, but I was too worked
up to care. I could feel his body respond, even though his face
betrayed nothing, what little of it I saw between thrusts. I
began to tighten my lips around him, and move slightly faster.
I could hear and feel him breathing faster, his hips pushing
up ever so slightly against me. I risked a look. His eyes were
closed, his fists clenched. I knew he was close. Good. So was
I...I moved faster now, moaning slightly as I felt my thighs
begin to get wet as they always did just before I came, Edward
didn't know it, but the thought of doing this for Simon was
driving me crazy. Somehow though, I was determined to make him
cum first. I increased pressure, relaxed my throat, and rammed my
face straight down.
"...ahhhh..." was the only sound he made as he came. I
almost missed the noise, I was too busy trying not to drown. It
seemed to go on forever, and his legs had locked my head in
place, but suddenly, the pressure eased, outside and in, and I
lifted my head up. He had one or two beads of sweat on his face
and I felt like I was in a sauna, but damnall, it was worth it!
He nodded his head slightly to indicate I should clean him up. I
didn't lift my head from Edward's lap until Simon was pulling
into the driveway of the family house. Wiping Edward's cum from
the sides of my mouth I walked into the house behind Simon.
Edward stayed behind long enough to fasten his jeans.
As I walked in the door, Hans grabbed me and slid his hand
up my skirt, smiling when he felt the tops of my stockings and
nothing else. His mouth came down on mine so hard, I gasped. He
had knocked the breath out of me. He parted my lips with his
tongue and kissed the breath out of me again. I raised my hands
up his back and ran them through his hair, I slipped my thigh
between his legs and rubbed up against him. He smiled, and
lifting me up effortlessly, he passed me over to Erik, who also
kissed and fondled me, sliding his hand up between my legs and
slipping his fingers into my pussy. I writhed against daddy's
hand. While I was in his father's arms, Hans came up behind me
and slid his hands down the front of my dress, pinching my
nipples. Oh God, the sensation of his hands on me, I was still
bruised from our previous encounter. I shuddered. Hans reached up
and pulled pins out of my hair (I wrote a mental reminder, "hair
down, silly girl.") I gasped against his father's probing hand.
Simon reached up between them and caressed the back of my neck
just as he had in the lift. I came, and then I practically
swooned into Erik's arms, when reminded of Simon down my throat.
Not completely sure of the cause of my distress, he thought me
sturdy enough to cum while standing up, Erik asked "Drink, dear?
Would you like something to drink?"
Hans smiled and walked over to the bar, and dropped the
hairpins in an ashtray. Edward looked at Simon and they both
broke out laughing. "Drink indeed" he said. "Brother, dear, the
only thing this girl really wants to drink is Simon. Indulge her
nephew, why don't you."
"Hmm." Simon sat down in an armchair, and planted his feet
wide. He beckoned. I moved like I was possessed. Before Edward
had stopped laughing my face was between Simon's thighs, and that
strong hand was gripping the back of my neck. Suddenly his cock
was so far down my throat, I was choking. I hadn't had a chance
to catch my breath.
"What a way to die, eh, dear?" This from Edward. "Let her up
Simon, before we have to dispose of the body." Simon laughed, he
though it was funny. It scared me though, because Edward had
sounded so damned serious.
He released my head, I waited, counted to three, still
impaled by his hardness, slowly, I raised my head and gulped air.
"If you ever have a reason to want me dead" I joked "Edward's
right, this is a hell of a way to choke to death." I smiled,
licked my lips, looked back at Simon, "I think I have a drink
coming to me." Simon guided my head back to his lap, grinning at
his uncle.
"Really now Edward, that would be an unfortunate waste of a
pretty girl, don't you think. Be nice to Edward dear, you still
owe him."
I raised myself up from sitting on my heels so that my arse
was clearly visible to the men in the room. Edward wasn't about
to wait for a more formal invitation than that. I almost
immediately felt harsh denim against my legs and what had to be
the second largest cock in the room ram into me without preamble
or warning. God, he was huge and every thrust forced my face
harder against Simon, and Simon deeper down my throat.
I had taken it behind before, but never with so little
warning, or so much cock. The intrusion was painful, but washing
away before the pleasure building in me. Simon was running his
hands through my hair, occasionally guiding my head into him,
with that neck bruising grip of his, while Edward ran long
fingered hands around my waist, and pushed my dress further out
of the way. My balance shifted slightly to take his deep thrusts
without letting go of Simon, which made my body arch between the
two men. Edward's hands pulled the straps off my shoulders, and
enclosed my breasts, with my bruised nipples hardening between
his viselike fingers. I was having even more trouble breathing
now.
Simon was leaning back now, really enjoying the effect I had
on Edward. That made me have to move further forward into him,
and further back into Edward's waiting gift to my rear end. It
reached the point where I was rocking back and forth between
them, with Simon seated in front of me, and Edward kneeling
behind, in my behind.
They came together. Remembering the last time, Simon raised
his hand off my neck so I could pull back and taste him. It was
ecstasy drinking one, feeling the other run down my legs, mixing
with my own juices. I nearly collapsed, but the two men were
holding me up.
"Mmmmm. Absolutely delicious. Best drink I've ever had.
Sorry Uncle Edward, but I don't think Simon would want me to
lie."
Edward slapped me on the arse, hard, and laughed. "Simon,
you certainly have a live one here. Lucky man. You said you had a
sister, dear? Tell me about her. Tell me about you for that
matter, exactly how did you come to belong to my dear nephew
Simon?"
Simon lifted my head up off his lap, pulling me off Edward,
and onto my feet, he led me to a chair, where I sank gratefully.
I couldn't believe this family, and I was getting all the
benefit! I willed my body to recover quickly so I could do some
more of this. It couldn't happen soon enough.
Simon did up his trousers. He was the only man I had ever
seen who could remain completely neat at a time like this. Edward
noticed me staring. "Its amazing isn't it. Man never gets messy.
Cannot understand it. I did however, ask you a question dear.
Simon tell her to answer so she doesn't have to sit there waiting
for your permission. Haven't you got her number yet?"
Simon nodded.
"Okay. I'm Laneille Hartmann from New York, via lots of
places. I'm a CPA and an investment broker. I came here on
holiday and stopped on my way to the airport to visit a friend of
mine who happened to live in the building these gentlemen were
visiting. We met in a lift, they introduced themselves, I decided
to stay out here and the rest is history. As for my sister. Well
Mariele is a defence attorney, I think she would like you Edward.
When she's not in court, she likes riding her motorcycle in
insane places, skydiving, skiing and other interesting pursuits.
A terrific risk taker, sounds like just your type. She also likes
dressing in black and looks as good as you do in it. You two
would make quite a pair. So lets see. One for Simon, one for
Edward, and we'll all keep Hans & Erik happy together. Or maybe
sis has a friend for them. Personally, I think they're both
incredibly great fucks, so if Simon doesn't mind, I'll keep them
satisfied too."
"Simon doesn't mind, as long as you remember where your
mouth belongs, you can keep the whole damned family happy by
yourself if you want to."
"Yum, yum" I smiled at him.
Edward nodded. "So do you want to call New York?" He led me
to an office and pointed to the phone.
"Sure" I dialed, thinking to myself, please answer kid,
don't have the machine on, this is the chance of your life. "Hey
Mari, its me. Have I got news for you, our troubles are over, the
problem is solved. Hol says her company may have a job for me
come New Year's, and it looks like I can get work for you as
well. You are still licenced out here right? Good. Hol also found
us a great place in the building her company house is in.
Terrific split-level penthouse, more than room enough for both of
us as usual. Besides which, even without the Nakatomi job, we can
afford California on our investments anyway.
"Oh, and have I met the guy of your dreams. Black denim
jeans, painted on so close that it must take an hour to get out
of them. Arms to die for, and hands you would kill to have
between your legs. Trust me dear. This man is fantastic and just
your type. When he's not riding an amazing motorcycle, he has a
Mercedes. Loads of class. Listen, I'm going to stay out here
whether you move out or not. Yes, dammit, he has a brother for
me, and two nephews also. No, I'm not crazy, ok, I met them in a
lift. Was the fuck of my life, believe me.
"Are you coming out here or not? Good. Call me when you get
your flight plan, I have the celphone with me. Oh, and our new
address is...They turn on the phone tomorrow and it will be 555-
...I knew you'd come, you're already on the deed. If you get
there when I'm not home, I'll leave your key with the guard
downstairs, oh and, I programmed our usual 4 digit into the
security system temporarily until we can come up with another
number out here. The box is to the right of the front door."
I turned back toward Edward and smiled, "She's coming out
here as soon as she can get our business in N.Y. sorted out and
our stuff packed up. Where did you put my purse, I can show you a
picture if you want, or you can just wait and be surprised at the
airport."
Edward looked me over "I might be able to wait. That is if
you can keep me happy 'til she gets here." He grinned wickedly. I
smiled.
Simon walked in, tapped Edward on the shoulder. "Uncle,
dear, this one belongs to me, remember that, and do NOT tick me
off, or you won't get any. Right dear?"
"Right."
Edward laughed. "You are much too much sometimes Simon. But
we have had our fun this afternoon. Our poor brothers on the
other hand seem lonely. All that watching must have driven Hans
crazier than he already is." He smiled devilishly.
Simon nodded. "Hans, why don't you take the girl upstairs,
Edward and I need to talk with Father anyway."
Hans grabbed me by the hand and started walking upstairs. I
had to practically run to keep up with his long-legged stride. I
looked back at Simon as if to ask "anything I shouldn't do?"
Simon said "Make my little brother VERY happy dear."
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