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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: More Juice !
Part: 2 of 12
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (MF MF+ oral anal)
Language: English
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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  Las Vegas - The City of JUICE.  The
mobsters coined it but left it to the politicians.  The politicians used it
to enrich the usual suspects.  Their families and friends for sure.  Some
claim it's dead after the recent conviction of several county commissioners
for taking bribes.  They're wrong.  JUICE is alive and well.  Sometimes
it's money.  Sometimes it's sex.  Sometimes it's just an introduction.  The
currency is immaterial.  It's called JUICE !

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for back ground and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   More Juice !

   Book II

   (MF MF+ oral anal)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   Chapter Four

   "Snake" Edwards raised his glass and proposed a toast.  "May 'Vegas
smile on you like it has on me.  The house always wins here and you now
play with the house.  Shalom !" "Snake" knocked back a good swallow of
"Jack." This had been a tough sell.  And for the next forty-eight hours he
wanted them thinking about other things rather than backing out of the
deal. Real estate was much more risky (the top was nearing) and the
political climate was changing.  There were two of them with their wives.
He'd been charming them since the first time they met, three months ago.

   "Don, take a look at this view, honey." Donna Swanson called to her
husband.  Don Swanson wandered over to the window.  It was a tremendous
view.  The tag on the back of the door said a thousand a night.  They were
getting real VIP treatment now.  And they should.  They were plunking down
some big bucks here in town.

   Corey Evans wandered over to where Don was looking out the window.  His
wife meekly followed.  Her name was Vivian and she hadn't said a word since
they all met for breakfast.  It was just before one.  You had to sign them
before the clock started ticking.  Forty-eight hours and the money was
yours.  "Snake" was anxious.

   Corey separated himself from the other three and headed for "Snake," who
was spreading out the paperwork on the coffee table.  "Snake" was signing.
"Right here, Corey, and it's all yours." The deal would net "Snake" six
times what he paid for it just five years ago.

   "Aaahh.  You were saying something about a signing bonus ?"

   "Snake" looked up at him.  "Yea.  I did mention that, didn't I.  Well,
how do you two plan on getting away from your wives or do they play too ?"
"Snake" laughed to himself.  He wouldn't fuck this guy's wife with his
dick. But he knew some that would love to fuck her.

   "Maybe you could arrange some shopping and dinner...A show for the
ladies, maybe ?"

   "Sure thing, Corey.  Pick you up at nine.  And don't worry about the
ladies.  They'll be well taken care of."

   Corey bent and signed the contract.  When Don saw Corey sign he was
quick to follow suit.  Corey was the "man." "Snake" would make sure that
Corey Evans got his brains fucked and sucked out of him for the next two
days or so.  He used his phone to send a quick message to "Bonerboy."

   The reply came back in under a minute.  "Bonerboy" would love to escort
"Snake's" clients for some dinner and shopping, maybe a show later ? 
Daniel Haefner jumped up off his sofa and was in and out of the shower in
under ten minutes.  Thirty minutes later he was walking through the lobby
and into the gaming area of the casino.  He was headed to an alcove bar. 
"Snake" was there with them.

   "Ahhh...Daniel Haefner, I'd like you to meet Vivian Evans and Donna
Swanson.  I just closed a big deal with them and their husbands and
promised the ladies some superb shopping.  I certainly hope you can spend a
little time with them."

   Daniel bowed at the waist.  Donna was very impressed and if Vivian
wasn't with her she'd probably be making an ass out of herself flirting
with the guy.  She was still quite slim and attractive whereas Vivian had
let herself go a little.  Her hips and thighs were quite plump well, okay,
fat.  She was still a good looking woman but that wouldn't last long.

   Daniel slid into the booth and "Snake" disappeared into the crowd.  The
cocktail waitress arrived and the drinking began.  Vivian was glad that her
husband was going to be away for the evening.  She could drink as much as
she wanted and he wouldn't be bugging her with his inane comments about
just about everything.  She wasn't very happy that Daniel ordered for them
all but the margarita she got was very good.

   Donna moved a little closer to Daniel.  Let that lush Vivian sit by
herself.  Daniel was telling her about the great shopping at Caesar's Forum
and she was even getting interested.  Some nachos showed up and Vivian
filled her mouth with as much as she could without looking like a pig. 
Daniel attempted to get Vivian interest in shopping.  She wasn't.

   "I came to Las Vegas to eat at the buffets.  Daniel, take me to the best
buffet." Daniel sprang out of the booth and then helped the ladies out. 
They were off to the best buffet.  Donna was pissed.  She wanted to stay in
the bar.

  
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   Colleen Gilbert was still working.  It was past midnight.  The hours
these people kept were just crazy.  It didn't seem to bother her husband
though.  He was burning the candle at both ends most of the time.  She was
finding herself not able nor willing to keep up.  She hadn't been out to
the "hacienda" in months it seemed.  Her husband was always talking about
going out and partying with the "big cocks."

   She almost never saw "Snake" but spent the majority of each day with
Casey.  It's not that she didn't like him.  She just didn't care to fuck
him although she was sure she had at some time in the past.

   Gina was also spending a whole lot of time away from home, college long
forgotten.  Her daughter was going out most evenings, starting about the
time she got home.  Nine...Ten o'clock in the evening.  Colleen hardly knew
where she was half the time and was keeping her fingers crossed that she
was staying out of trouble.  And her daughter hardly ever answered her cell
phone.....

   .....Gina's cell phone was off right at the moment.  Her evening started
when Tyler and Gloria Hopster picked her up at home a little after eight.
They drove around for about an hour before driving right into the garage of
this house down in Green Valley.

   The garage door to the kitchen was open and Carlos was standing there.
As soon as the vehicle was clear, Carlos lowered the garage door.  The
three women walked into the house.  There was another guy in the house and
he was wiring some cameras to computers that were located in the hall
closet.

   Gloria Hopster was really stoked.  She hadn't worked a gig like this in
years.  Her cut was over three grand...For one night.  She carried her bag
into the master bedroom and through it to the master bathroom.  The two
youngsters were trailing behind.  The clients would be here some time after
nine.

   "Come on, you two, get your butts in here and get showered.  No time for
fucking around !" Gloria laughed at her pun.  She noticed that Gina was a
little tight.  Tyler was trying to loosen her up a bit.

   "It's no different than partying with `Snake' and the `Yachtsman' and
all those.  Shit, Gina !  You're fucking your mother's husband.  This is a
piece of cake."

   Tyler was out of her top and working on her jeans.  Her titties were
bare and bouncing around, nipples erect.  She wasn't wearing any panties
either and her shaved mons pouted at the juncture of her thighs.  Gina
couldn't help but look.  It always turned her on, seeing Taylor naked.  She
quickly shed her shift and naked, followed Taylor to the shower.  Her
breasts were a good cup size bigger than Taylor's and her areolae and
nipple much more mature looking.  She left a good patch of pubic hair on
her mons but you could easily see her cunt lips, plump and pouty.

   Gloria had showered at home and was busy putting on her make-up. 
Another professional arrived with another teenager in tow, a skinny little
thing with pointy tits.  Both the pros laughed.  The other stripper started
putting on her make-up.

  
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   "Snake" was driving around aimlessly.  Carlos was out there somewhere
checking his six.  The two in the back were slightly drunk and totally
unaware of where they were.

   "You're not kidding us about the pussy are you, `Snake' ?"

   "I don't kid about pussy.  A couple of strippers and three teenagers. 
More pussy than you two could fuck in a week." He laughed.

   "We'll see, Mister Edwards." It was Corey.  Don was more of a perv, the
quiet type who was going to go ballistic...Turn into an ass bandit.  He saw
Carlos at a cross street with his lights off.  "Snake" turned into the
cul-de-sac and pulled right into the garage.  As the garage door came down
"Snake" spied Carlos drive by the property.  "All Clear."

   "Come on, studs." "Snake" was getting out of the car.  Corey was ahead
of him and at the door to the kitchen.  "Snake" hoped the girls were
dressed and ready to go.  After all it was Gina's first party and sometimes
new girls didn't do to well.

   The girls were ready.  Gloria and the other stripper were dressed in
playboy fashion with bare breasts being offered on a half bra.  Gina was
dressed as a cheerleader.  Taylor and the other girl were just dressed as
sluts.  None of the teenagers were wearing any underwear.  Well, the
strippers were strippers and started dancing.

   Corey's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas.  Don just stood and stared.
All the girls were in the kitchen and the blender was going like crazy. 
Margaritas all around.  The teenagers were handing drinks to the partners
of the Evanson LLC.  The party had started.

   Chapter Five

   Mister O.  Azzam moved down the isle of the crowded jet with just the
briefcase that he found in the back of the van.  It contained several
thousand dollars in cash and several identities.  Going through security
was painless but he could see how the Americans hated it.  It made him feel
proud that his brother had something to do with the events of 11 September
2001.

   The flight was on time and soon they were airborne.  Tucson - Las Vegas.
An hour and twenty minutes.  Azzam used the time to rest and catch up on
his sleep.  Upon arriving, the Las Vegas airport was a mad house with
thousands of people coming and going.  Azzam was sure that no one would be
able to follow him through this human obstacle course.  He was in the taxi
queue when he decided to take the free transportation to one of the "Strip"
hotels.

   Thirty minutes later the van pulled right into the front of the hotel on
the "Strip." Azzam had never seen so many lights and bells and whistles. 
He thought the airport was insane.  This was unimaginable to Azzam.  People
were bustling around and the crowds were thick with people of all
nationalities.  Azzam was positive he could melt into this insanity and be
lost for a long time.  He departed the van with his briefcase and headed
for the "Strip" sidewalk.

   In less than a minute he was comfortable that no one would notice him.
He was wearing western jeans with hiking boots, a not un-American way to
dress.  The "T" shirt he was wearing underneath his collared shirt
advertised some national chain of eateries.  The jacket was tan and very
warm.

   Azzam relaxed and moved through the crowd with ease.  He had the
directions to his destination memorized.  The bus was even waiting for him
and he started running to make sure it didn't leave without him.  The map
in his mind told him that it would be a while until the bus dropped him off
at his destination - Boulder Highway - Way across town from the "Strip."

   It was one of those places that rent rooms for the day, week or month.
He had a reservation for the week.  He paid in cash and registered under
the name Frank A.  Rogers.  He went to his room immediately and started to
map out escape strategies should that become necessary.  After an hour of
walking around the parking lot and visiting the local McDonalds for dinner,
he was comfortable in his surroundings.

   He slept for eighteen hours and woke feeling rested and alert.  He set
out at dusk and found a grocery store, stocked up on some food and then
returned to his room.  After storing the food he set out to obtain
transportation.  He opened the secret compartment in his briefcase and
removed several envelopes.  His Nevada driver's license was in the second
envelope.  The first contained a cashier's check for twenty-five thousand
dollars.  He was ready to shop for transportation.

  
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   Donna Swanson came out of the bathroom naked.  Daniel Haefner was
sitting on the bed with his back up against the wall.  He was also naked
and stroking his hard cock as he watched her in the bathroom doorway.

   "Come on, Donna.  Climb on and ride it, honey." She wasn't as drunk as
she had been earlier when he damn near raped her just after they entered
the room.  God !  His hands had been all over her.  Under her clothes, in
her underwear, on her naked skin.  Then before she knew it; she was on her
back on the bed and his dick was in her, fucking in and out of her.  She
was crazy with her legs up over her head, grabbing her ankles.  She still
had her shoes on.  She'd never acted this way with her husband.

   She couldn't help but look at his cock.  It was hard and much bigger
than her husband's.  She stepped into the bedroom.  Her nipples started to
erect.  She had just washed his cum out of her pussy and it was tingling.
He held out his hand and she took it.  He pulled her to him and then his
mouth was on her and she knew she'd do anything he wanted.

   She was straddling him and his cock was hard, up inside her.  She was
sitting up and he was staring at her tits.  They were small and had areolae
that were too large for them.  Her nipples were tiny and very hard at the
moment.

   "Come on, baby, move that ass." Daniel was just laying there.  She
wanted him to move his cock in and out of her like the last time.  He
spanked her butt.  She clenched up and Daniel clenched his ass.  She really
gave him a good squeeze.  Daniel spanked her again.  She started to move.
"That's it, honey, fuck my cock." She was moving her ass back and forth,
pumping Daniel's cock in and out of her snatch.

   In five minutes, she was riding him like a pro.  Thrusting her butt on
and off his hard cock; she was up on her feet, bouncing her butt on and off
Daniel's pubic bone while driving his dick deep inside her belly.  Sweat
was drooling down her neck and between the small mounds of her breasts.

   When she came several moments later she fell on to Daniel's chest, her
cunt still impaled on his cock.  Daniel reached down and ran his finger
down the crack of Donna's butt.  Her puckered anus was spread wide and
Daniel's finger slipped right into it.  One, two, three inches of finger
penetrated Donna's rectum.  Her cunt tightened up like a vice.  Daniel
drove his cock up into her and she started to cum again, humping her cunt
on and off his cock.  He was drenching her vagina with semen, shot after
shot after shot.

   He rolled her off of his chest and got to his knees.  She was on her
side and breathing rapidly.  Daniel moved to her rear and poked his just
hard enough cock back into her.  She was gushy as he stabbed at her.  Her
head was jerking around and her butt flesh was damp with her passion. 
Daniel stopped fucking her a few moments later.  She was passed out.  He
got into the shower and left twenty minutes later.

  
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   Corey Evans had a headache like he'd never had before.  There were two
teenagers in bed with him.  The sun was streaming through the sliding glass
door across the room.  There was a blue pool out there and the sun was
reflecting off the water and into the room.  The teenagers were naked. 
Shit !  So was Corey.  His cock was still coated with cum and other fluids
from last night.  His crotch was a mess.

   He rolled out of bed very slowly and made his way to the bathroom. 
Tyler sat up as soon as Corey left the room.  She padded into the front
room and brought back the baggie of cocaine.  She was cutting up some lines
on one of the night stands when he came back into the room.

   Corey just stood in the doorway.  His cock jerked while watching the
naked girl prepare the cocaine.  The other girl was still sleeping.  He'd
fucked them both last night.  And one of the strippers !  Don was a wild
man and fucked one of the strippers out in the front room with everyone
watching.  Corey vaguely remembered getting a blow job while Don banged the
fuck out of the blonde with tits the size of large melons.

   The girl looked over at him while rolling up a dollar bill.  One of the
lines went right up her nose.  "This will get rid of your headache, Corey.
Then I'd like some more." She licked her lips, staring at his cock.  She
saw it twitch.  He was ready.  This was the best sex this guy will ever
get. He'll want today to last forever.

   Corey came over to the night stand and took the dollar bill.  He got
down on one knee and sucked the line right up the snoot.  His head jerked
back and the pain spiked then dived for zero.  Tyler was groping his cock.
It was getting hard.  Corey stood and knew the teenager was going to suck
his cock again.  She was out of this world.  He must have cum in her mouth
two or three times last night.  Her lips were around the head of his cock
and Corey pushed more into her mouth.  She gobbled it up.

  
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   Daniel called him to report that Donna had been a very satisfied
customer.  He didn't think she'd be up before five or so this afternoon. 
"Snake" told him to call her at four.  Daniel rang off and set his alarm.

   "Snake" was very happy indeed.  Gloria had phoned earlier and reported
that the party was a tremendous success.  She didn't imagine either of them
would be ready to do much of anything for several days.

   "Snake" laughed.  "How'd Gina do ?"

   "Super, `Snake'.  Like a pro.  They loved her.  That Corey hooked up
with her in less than half an hour.  The video is great.  I'm the only one
who didn't get laid." She laughed.

   "Snake" looked at his watch.  It was coming up on six, just getting
light out.  He could go out and clean up after the party boys.  They
wouldn't see the outside of those bedrooms until late tomorrow.  There was
plenty of good snatch there.  Instead he called "Yachtsman".  He answered
on the second ring.

   "You read the stuff I sent you, right ?"

   "Yea, `Snake', I read it and have taken appropriate action.  I'm
positive it can be done.  The girl and I have played tag with the real
thing and I'm confident in the confusion that I'm going to create, we'll be
able to score.  I still pray that I never have to use it but it was worth
the bucks unless you've got better transport lined up.  I know you don't.
It would cost twice what my toys cost and you'd still lose some." He was
defensive.  That didn't make "Snake" feel too confident.

   "Relax, `Yachtsman'.  I just want you to be prepared.  I don't want my
whoring buddy to have to spend any time away from the party.  Has Jay heard
any rumors ?  That community up there is pretty tight.  You going up this
summer as usual ?"

   "Don't worry, Jay will keep on top of it.  Maybe going a little earlier
? Got some friends down here who want to get away from things for a bit. 
The girl and I plan on taking them along for amusement."

   "Snake" imagined Jill and "Yachtsman" fucking and sucking with another
two girls all the way up north.  He started to get a hardon.  "Hey, that
Daniel has done a great job on some sales up here.  You taught him well. 
We ought to get together soon, `Yachtsman'."

   "That we should, `Snake'.  Over and Out." The connection was cut. 
"Yachtsman" climbed to the dock and walked about a hundred feet, stood on
the end of the dock and tossed the phone as far as he could.  He could
hardly hear the splash and couldn't see a thing as it was still very dark
out.

   "Yachtsman" entered the cabin after returning from his walk.  He didn't
like cell phones even if you could throw them away.  You couldn't encrypt
plus they could triangulate your position and really narrow down a search
pattern.  Satellite phone was the way to go.  They were just a little too
bulky.  The boat had one and "Yachtsman" was pissed that "Snake" refused to
use it.  Shit !  It was scrambled.  Totally secure.  What was this cell
phone shit ?  "Snake" must be fucking some cell phone bimbo !?

   "Yachtsman" peeked into the captain's cabin.  Jill was curled up over in
the far corner.  The buxom blonde was where he left her when he answered
the phone.  They met her in a bar down in Laguna Beach last night.  She
liked boats.  She also liked to fuck, claimed she'd never done a girl
before.  That was okay with "Yachtsman".  She, Maggie was her name, sucked
his cock while Jill sucked and licked her nice hairy pussy.  Maggie was
married but having a ladies night out.  Well, Jill was a lady, kind of.

   "Yachtsman" smoked a roach left over from last night.  He could remember
Jill starting to suck on the woman's tits.  God !  They were huge melons of
tit flesh but also quite enhanced.  Hey !  They were still fun to suck and
play with.  He remembered dropping his shorts and stroking his cock while
Jill worked on Maggie.  Both her tits were now out in the open and her
blouse was open to her waist.  Jill just popped Maggie's tits out of her
cups, the bra remained strapped under her breasts.  It pushed her tits out.

   Maggie had small areolae for the size of tits she was now sporting,
quarter sized tan ones with small nipples.  "Yachtsman" kept stroking. 
Jill was working on getting Maggie's pants open.  They were now frenching.
He was hard as stone and didn't believe for a minute that this wasn't set
up by Jill.  Lately, she was bringing home all sorts of entertainment.  He
hardly ever had to go hunting any more.  He imagined after a while he'd
have to hunt a little on his own to keep the skills sharp.  But, for the
present, he was content to let Jill supply the willing flesh.

   After Jill got Maggie's jeans off, he walked across the room and shoved
his cock into her mouth.  She took as much as she could.  "Yachtsman" felt
her gag.  He pulled a little out and then she began sucking him off.  Jill
was on her knees between the woman's thighs and sucking on her dark haired
twat.  The hair was phony, too.  "Yachtsman" didn't care, Maggie whoever
gave great head.

   Chapter Six

   Washington D.C.  - July 2005

   Anderson Davies and Tom Bender had several charts tacked to the wall of
the motel room.  They had tried selling their theories around their
respective offices but got no where.  Bender had a friend in the
clandestine services.  Well, Tom wasn't really sure what the guy did but he
set up this meeting.  The contact was over an hour late.

   "Buuuzzzzzzzzz.  Buuzzz." Anderson jumped up off the bed and rushed for
the door.  He felt stupid going to this extreme but they weren't going any
where doing nothing.  He looked out the peep hole.  It was a woman in her
late thirties.  Dark hair with dark glasses.  He opened the door.  She
burst into the room.

   "Close the door please." She was across the room and drew the curtains
tighter.  The room went from the shadows to just plain dark.  She sat on
the other bed, across from Tom.

   "Could I get something to drink ?" It was a command.  Anderson got her a
can of coke.  She looked up at him.

   "I'm Anderson Davies and this is Tom Bender..."

   "I know who you are.  I wouldn't be here if I didn't.  Let's get on with
it.  I'm doing this as a favor to a college but do have some interest in
'Vegas."

   "Are you planning on mounting an operation..."

   "What are you talking about ?" She looked back and forth at them. 
"You'd read about it in the newspaper." It was a put down.  "Now what is it
that you find so interesting in 'Vegas ?"

   Less than five minutes later Mindy Weathers was shucking off her jacket
and tossing it on the end of the bed.  She walked to the charts that
adorned almost one whole wall of the motel room and studied the dates and
the amount of money and encrypted traffic.

   Anderson studied her as she perused the charts.  She was a good looking
lady.  Probably ten years or so younger than he was.  Her skirt was tight
around her butt.  He wanted to go over, bend her over and shove his cock up
her ass.  What a cunt !  Aren't we all on the same team here ?  She looked
over at them.  Both of them sitting on the bed...In their place.

   "Who first noticed the pattern ?"

   "I did." Anderson answered quickly.  He was ill at ease with her.  She
was so good looking it was intimidating.

   "Good work, Anderson.  Excellent work.  Sorry for being such a bitch but
a lot of these meetings I go to are just plain bullshit." She sat on the
bed across from them and held out her hand.  "I'm Mindy Weathers.  DEA. 
Special agent.  We've had our eye on 'Vegas for a while.  Lots of good shit
ends up there to service the hotel guests.  This isn't nickel dime shit so
I'm very interested in what you have."

   Anderson noticed that there was a lot of breast meat stuffed into her
dress shirt.  It had a good jiggle to it when he shook her hand.  They
jiggled when Tom shook her hand.

   "Is there any way to...?" She stopped and looked around the room.  "Did
you have the place swept ?" Tom burst out laughing but Anderson felt like a
stupid fool.

   "No.  Sorry, that was stupid." Mindy rose and took his arm in her hand.

   "Don't worry, Anderson.  I know of a safe house near here that we can
use for the next several months.  I've got some ideas that I'd like to pass
through the two of you.  Please, let's keep this among ourselves until we
can string more of the data together.  I never thought of the money aspect.
That was very good work, gentlemen.  Where do we eat ?  My treat."

  
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   It was still like an oven out there.  The lights of the strip seemed to
intensify the heat.  But inside it was cool and dark.  Colleen Gilbert
stared at the monitor, flickering with money transfers that were occurring
all over the Las Vegas Valley.  It was growing into a sizable snowball. 
That's what "Yachtsman" called it.  Once you got the snowball rolling you
just slowed it a bit and watched the skim dribble off into any number of
accounts.  The slower it rolled the more skim there was as the interest you
made on that amount of money was staggering.

   Colleen leaned back and watched the screen change.  It was near one in
the morning.  She'd been at it since before noon.  Casey was on her
constantly about this run.  It would last for several more hours but was
now almost out of her control.  Shortly, the snowball would explode all
over the southwestern United States then eventually filter back into Las
Vegas.  But that was hours from now.

   She smelled marijuana.  Casey was standing in the doorway.  They had
been moving money like fools for the past several days.  Neither of them
had left the bank of offices on the invisible floor.  All their meals had
been brought in.  They napped on the couches.  Carlos left, for who knew
where, a little over an hour ago.  Casey was alone with her and horny.  He
hadn't fucked Colleen since the Veterans day party.  Shit !  That was
several years ago.  And he wasn't sure she even knew.  She must have fucked
a dozen guys that evening.  Shit !  He fucked her daughter, too !

   Rumor had it; Colleen was always horny.  Casey knew her husband was a
regular out at the "hacienda".  Her daughter was making a mint entertaining
a very exclusive cliental.  While they were waiting for "Snake" at work one
night, Carlos let slip that he had fucked the woman several times.  He'd
probably fucked her in this very office ?

   Casey was getting a hardon.  He flexed and felt strong.  Why not ? 
Everyone else was fucking her.  Carlos mentioned that she was fucking
Rusty. Casey had fucked her daughter several times.  Now that cunt was a
hot fuck !  He walked into the room.  She was still watching the screen. 
He put the joint into his mouth and began rubbing her shoulders.  She
didn't flinch but leaned back into the massage he was giving her.

   Casey took the joint out of his mouth and pressed it to her lips. 
Colleen took a good rip on the joint.  She figured this signaled the end of
work.  She was exhausted.  Casey's hands felt good on her shoulders.  She
hadn't been home in several days and had no idea what her husband was
doing; besides fucking her daughter and several of her friends.  He had a
harem at the house most of the time.  He employed half of them at the store
and she was sure he was fucking them all.  She wasn't truly sure about her
daughter ?!

   Casey left her for the bar.  She missed his hands on her shoulders.  She
wished "Snake" was here.  God !  If Carlos...What an animal.  He'd kill her
tonight.  She hardly ever saw Mike Minter anymore.  Casey was back with a
drink, his hands on her shoulders again.  She alternated between her drink
and another joint.  She was floating in just a few minutes.

   Casey's hands left her shoulders and moved to her breasts.  Her nipples
were hard in moments as his hands cupped and massaged her tits.  She
displayed no resistance.  Casey's dick was getting harder.  He flexed and
imagined her mouth wrapped around his cock.

   Colleen felt his hands on her breasts.  She didn't care.  She wanted the
attention, even if it was Casey.  She couldn't ever remember fucking him
alone but was sure she'd fucked him at one of the parties she'd been to. 
Well, most of them she couldn't remember.  She always seemed to remember
her husband wandering around with some young girl the same age as her
daughter.

   Colleen pushed her head back into Casey's crotch.  She could feel his
bone rubbing against the back of her head.  His hands became more
aggressive with her breasts.  They were unbuttoning her blouse.  She was
excited, her nipples very prominent in her bra.  Casey's hands were working
on her breasts and she was eager to have sex.

   She swiveled the chair around and now was face to face with Casey's
hardon.  It was tenting his slacks.  Colleen got her hands on his fly and
now his slacks were coming open.  He was small compared to the rest but she
had heard the stories about Casey's perversities.  He used women.  But
then, maybe she wanted to be used ?  Her mouth was around his cock and he
was pushing it further into her mouth.

   His hands were in her bra, pinching her nipples.  Colleen was beyond
caring who was groping her.  There was a cock in her mouth and it had been
a while since she'd had the pleasure.  Her head was bobbing, her lips
sliding on and off his cock.  She liked the size.

   Suddenly Casey grabbed Colleen's head with both hands and started
fucking his cock in and out of her mouth.  Saliva was drooling out of the
corners of her mouth, her eyes were watering.  Casey kept fucking his cock
in and out of her mouth.  He was close and wanted to cum on her face.  She
was now back to sucking him like a whore.  His hands were still in her
hair. He pulled her face away and stroked three or four shots of hot semen
on to her face.  Two in the right eye, the others dribbling off her right
cheek.

   Casey stepped away, his cock hanging out of his slacks.  "Get naked,
Colleen.  I've waited a long time for this, honey." Colleen struggled to
get out of the chair.  Casey was backing out of the office.  She knew he
was going to fuck her on his couch.  She followed, wiping his cum off her
face.

   Casey was sitting on the couch, pulling his slacks off.  She dropped her
skirt in the doorway.  She was hungry for whatever he wanted.  He was
smiling at her.  Her panties were bunched up in her crotch.  She hadn't
trimmed in weeks.  She felt hairy.  She left the panties in front of the
couch and then dropped her blouse and bra in the same place.  He had his
dress shirt open and his hairless chest was pale in the unlit office.

   She got up on to the couch on her knees and bent to suck his cock.  His
fingers found their way to her butt and he was soon fucking two fingers in
and out of her cunt and one in and out of her asshole.  She was beyond
helping now.  Her ass was wiggling around as her head bobbed over his
crotch.  Casey was hard and straight when he pulled her face off his cock.

   "Climb aboard, honey." She scrambled up on to her feet and lowered her
ass over his cock.  Casey grabbed her hips and pulled her on to his cock.
"Dance on it, Colleen." Colleen danced.  She was horny and sweaty in just
minutes, bouncing up and down on Casey's hard cock.

   Casey pushed her off of him just a few minutes later.  He climbed over
her and swatted her ass with his bare hand until she had it sticking up in
the air.  He kept swatting her until she was spreading her butt cheeks
apart.  He pushed his cock into her bowels and when he was fully seated,
spanked her ass hard.  She damn near pinched his cock off, her reaction was
so intense.  He started rutting in her and didn't stop until he drained his
cock in her butt.

   Continued in

   "More Juice !"
   Book Three