Billionairess Thief (An Erotic Tale) (5 page)

This seemed to delight him. Made him fuck me faster, deeper, as he raced at a marathon pace to achieve his own orgasm. I could sense it. Wanted it. My reward for holding his massive member hostage in my pussy.

“Hurry…
 
y… you’re hurting meee!”

I exclaimed as his balls began to stroke the outer surface of my vulva with his cock going so deep, making that suctioning, slippery wet sound. I could feel him deep in my belly, but I was getting tired. My body was starting to ache from the position I was in. Actually, I wanted to switch positions and ride him like a horse, equestrian style.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. I flinched as Mark pulled out of me. His cock was still erect and dripping wet with our juices. It dangled, and I found myself staring at his virile masculinity.

“Who is that? Are you expecting company?” he asked and reached into the holster, which I didn’t know he had strapped to his leg.

He removed a gun and I almost passed out. I was not prepared for this. Just that fast, he had turned back into jewel thief and quasi-Italian ruffian gangster.

I gave him a startled look as cum cascaded down my inner thighs. I felt a damp breeze from somewhere in the hotel room. My heart was beating so fast in my chest; I thought he could see it.

“No, I am not expecting company! And what are you doing with that gun?” I retorted.

He didn’t answer. He just continued to stare at the door as he ignored me.

With trepidation, I padded over to the door. I peered into the hallway through the peephole. I prayed it was room service with the vodka, then I spotted the vodka on the table that Mark had brought with him, and I realized just how deep his connections went. Mark had infiltrated the staff of the hotel, and that’s how he was able to bring the vodka up.

So who is knocking at the door?
I thought, as I peered out the peephole. My breath lodged in my throat at who I saw. It was the young Russian, Andrei. He had his shirt off, and he had a tattoo of wings on his chest. His brawny muscles flexed as he suspiciously looked from side to side down the corridor. I could see the .45 Automatic strapped to his waist. Standing with the door open, was Makar, the handsome Russian who had the metal briefcase.

“Oh, shit,” I cursed, turning away from the door.

Trust No One

“Who is it?” Mark barked as he took a step towards me.

“I… I… it’s them…” I blathered hesitantly. I was a bundle of nerves as I wrung my hands together.

“Them who?” He raised his voice. My tongue was tied to the roof of my mouth. Mark gave me a pathetic look, then rushed past me and peered out the peephole.

“That’s Andrei! Makar’s cousin! How in the hell did you get them to knock at your door?”

“You know them?” I quipped.

“Micheves gave us a dossier on them.” he replied, staring at the door.

It suddenly dawned on me that my grandfather did have a dossier on the Russians. It had completely slipped my mind. Micheves must have given the Gottis one too.

The knock on the door grew louder. Andrei was impatient. I flinched. My heart was doing summersaults in my chest. Mark waved the gun and spoke in a slow conspiratorial tone as his eyes brimmed with deadly intent. This was the jewel thief, not the roughneck lover that had just ravaged my body with his jagged sex, leaving my pussy swollen and sore.

“Holy fuck!” Mark exhorted and turned away from the door. His handsome blue eyes fulgurated both shock and admiration as he weaved his gun at me. I was terrified

“Get him inside. Now is the time to take them.”

“Are you crazy? They have security thick as Fort Knox!” I argued in a hushed tone.

“There is a breach of security right now. All of them are at the bar getting drunk, while their commander Nestor Kativor sleeps. I hired a high priced hooker to entertain them.”

“Nestor Kativor? Nestor Kativor?” I repeated and staggered away from the door.

Suddenly, chill bumps spread over my body as my mind stumbled and staggered. I suddenly remembered where I recalled the name, Nestor Kativor. My grandfather had warned me that a man named Nestor Kativor had tortured and brutally murdered my great-grandmother, the second Mary Buck.

“Who is this Nestor Kativor?” My voice trembled.

“We have no time for a question and answer session,” Mark snapped.

“Tell me who he is. I need to know,” my voiced screeched.

Mark rolled his shoulders, annoyed at me as he pressed his lips tight across his face indignantly and responded reluctantly with deep sigh.

“Nestor is part of a modern day KGB that dates back as far as the cold war. He is wanted by the United States for criminal charges. Crimes against humanity for the things he did when he served in the USSR. His specialty was interdisciplinary punishment. He likes to torture people. The man is ruthless. That is why I told you to leave. This is too dangerous for you. His security team has for years transported precious diamonds and other commodities for Russian plutocrats. They would kill you in a drop of a hat.”

As Mark talked, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Not just my instincts, but common sense was telling me that this was the same man who had murdered my great grandmother. But still, I needed to know.

“How old is Nestor?”

“For god sake, are you writing a fucking book about the man?” Mark lambasted. I could see a large angry vein protruding from his forehead.

“I need to know!” I shot back, stumping my foot.

“He is almost ninety! Now open the door and let Andrei in.”

Adroitly, I did the math in my head and the figure came up close, considering my grandmother give birth to her first child when she was fifteen.

It took everything in me to get my equanimity, but I had to, so I reverted my focus back to the matter at hand.

“Okay, okay, I’m just curious about something. Nestor and his team seem so well…I mean organized?” I quickly changed the subject.

“They are, or so they think they are. With Nestor asleep, and the jewels stashed in the hotel room, cozy and tucked away, his acolytes do what many young men typically do when the boss is not looking. They jack off, and look to have fun. That is why we must seize the moment.”

I give him a quizzical expression. He must have read my apprehension.

“Trust me, these types of things happen with even the most stringent of security protocols. Recently, the President of the United States security team was caught frolicking with prostitutes in Brazil, I think it was. We can pull this off”

“We?” I scuffed incredulously.

There was another knock.

He gently shoved me towards the door. “Answer, and let him in,” Mark said, and reached into his pocket.

He tossed me a small, clear vial about the size of my pinky fingernail. Inside was a clear liquid.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Knock out drops. Just place a little in his drink. Now go!”

Mark walked over, entered the closet, and closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar.

Hurriedly, I put my clothes back on minus my bra and picked up the vodka. I opened my hotel door. My hair was askew, my supple breasts were exposed.

Andrei had started to retreat to his room. There was a tattoo of a leopard on his broad back. Both his biceps had tattoos of barbed wire.

“Hey!” I called out. “Where are you going handsome?” I flirted as I stood in the door with my blouse open, exposing peekaboo cleavage that made him stop in his tracks. He looked back and saw me. I wiggled my finger at him.

“Come here, big boy.” I drawled coquettishly.

He stared at my breasts. “What took you so long to answer the door? You got company? Where is vodka?” He asked in one long protracted breath like patience was not one of his virtues. His paper-thin lips were pink. They hinted at a snarl. That’s when I saw his cousin, Makar, standing inside their hotel room. He was barely visible in the lambent light. I thought I detected the metal briefcase still shackled to his wrist, and something else concealed in his other hand.

“I could use some company. Why don’t both of you come over here. There is enough to go around.” I cooed in a breathily timbre and pushed my breasts forward. I was aware that one of my nipples had spilled out of my blouse. Just that fast, I had become the embodiment of a femme fatale. I had to possess those diamonds.

The two Russians began to exchange dialogue in their foreign language. Then, Makar stuck his head out into the hallway, as if checking for something.

Makar whispered from across the hall to me. “We have American money as you ask for. Can you foke both of us fast? “

“Fuck both of us,” his cousin Andrei corrected and turned all the way around as if he was searching my face for an answer. He had sculptured six-pack abs that looked like a washboard. His pubic hair spread across his navel like silk spider webs.
 

I shook the half gallon of vodka out the door in my hand, as I wiggled my backside, and licked the rim of my top lip and threw him a sultry kiss. This was my quid pro quo.

“Come over here… put your cock in my mouth and drink vodka. Hurry!” I said, like an enchantress and stuck my finger in my panties. I was already dripping wet, full of cum as I stroked myself.

Both Andrei and Makar’s eyes bulged with lust as they watched me play in my pussy with the door cracked and a half a gallon of vodka in the other hand, tempting them, luring them with the duende of my wiles.

Through the door, I could see Makar glance at his watch. He then said something to Andrei in Russian.

Andrei turned to me with a blank stare and said, “I will come first. My comrade Makar would get into trouble if he were caught out the room. For such violation, he could face a firing squad.”

“Firing squad?” I retorted, aghast as I thought of the diabolical Nestor and his sinister mind.

“Perhaps I will come over there next?” I said to Makar who was standing in the doorway. He still had the briefcase shackled to his wrist. I could also make out the outline of a gun in his other hand.

“Hurry, come to me.” I said to Andrei, like we were old lovers. He hesitantly walked into my luxurious hotel suite.

Venous Fly Trap

Cautiously, Andrei walked into my suite. He sniffed he air, and must have smelled the humid scent of my sex. It aroused him like an aphrodisiac, because he crinkled his aquiline nose at me and give my body a venturous look as if I was about to be his prey.

“You have glass to pour vodka?” he said, and walked up to me and squeezed my breast, then my backside.

I purred like a kitten and pushed my ample breasts up, thrusting them at him to facilitate his carnal lust. He sniffed me again. The scent of my sex must have been louder than I thought. He placed his lips on my neck and I could feel the coarse stubble on his face as it brushed across my earlobe. That’s when I happened to look in the mirror. I saw the closet door ajar where Mark was hiding. Something flashed like a piece of metal inside the closet. Andrei must have seen it too, because he suddenly moved away from me and walked towards the closet as he reached for the gun at his side.