Fortune

Fortune

Fortune

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copyrighted by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal.

This is the continuation of Life in Peril, which is the continuation of Life Interrupted, the origin story.

What could possibly be worse than traveling from point A to point B in your own trunk? I can't think of a worse way to travel. But it achieved two purposes. One, it kept me from knowing where I was transported from; and two, although I was dropped no more than a few miles from my home, at a local mall, I had no idea how far I had traveled. I just knew it was relatively local.

Trey told me he would be in touch and arrange our next meeting, he hoped, in a day or two. There's little hope I'd get him what he needs in that short a time. But it would be plenty of time to put this whole matter in Mort Humphrey's hands and find a new permanent home for Trey.

First things first, though. That would be Charlie. It would be unfair to hold back or lie to Charlie. He has earned the truth and is more likely to be part of the solution than any kind of problem. He gave me the hall pass after all. The real problem would be Mort. The good sergeant had a mind of his own and his own way of doing things. Not always successfully, and not always kosher.

Our business concluded early, I was taken to the local mall, unmasked, and returned home in my own vehicle, with me behind the wheel far earlier than my husband. I'd tell him I had a headache this morning and called out from work telling them I had car trouble. I'd also tell him about Trey. But first, due to the early hour, I called Sergeant Mort Humphrey.

"Mrs. Allyard. It's been a while. How have you been Luce?"

"It's been pretty quiet up till now, Mort, but there has been a wrinkle in my life that I know you will want to straighten out."

"Could this be my dream come true?"

"Call it more of an opportunity than a dream. Although parts of it are a dream of mine."

"And mine, you beautiful thing. I can't tell you how I've missed you."

"Please don't. Let me preface this all by saying that nothing happens without Charlie's approval. So if he says no, we don't go. But there is another issue we need to discuss."

"And I was enjoying this call so much."

"Well, you're gonna enjoy it even more. Guess who I saw today?"

"The ghost of Urban Mann."

"Close. How about his closest living representative?"

"You saw Trey Fortune?"

"In the flesh." But I didn't tell him how much flesh I saw.

"I'm turning your tracker back on right now. Where are you?"

"I'm home. Waiting for Charlie to catch him up."

"Do you think that's a good idea? What if he..."

"He already told me to go fuck you. He gave me a hall pass and said I should use it with you."

"We'll, old Charlie's got my vote. When can we get together?"

"How about tomorrow night? I want to ease my husband into this. After he finds out about today, he may have other ideas."

"I'm in for tomorrow. Where?"

"How about your place?"

"I'm likin' the sound of this even better. Yes. What time's good for you. Want to do dinner first? Dine in or dine out?"

"Dine in. I'll pick up on the way. Chinese good?"

"Chinese is excellent. Make it spicy."

"I always do."

"Yes, you do. See you tomorrow. Consider yourself on duty and being tracked."

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"You did what?" were the words out of Charlie's mouth when I told him that I was kidnapped by, and fucked by Trey Fortune.

"That is not what the hall pass is about, Lu."

"About that, Charlie. I have a date tomorrow night."

"Something arranged by Trey, I expect?"

"Of a sort. It's with Sergeant Humphrey. This time we're gonna catch Trey and put him behind bars. I'm officially Mort's CI again."

"Well, I like the direction you are heading in, but fuckin' Trey. Did ya have to?"

"If I refused, do you think I'd be standing here now? It's not all sunshine and roses with Trey and me. I know he's an evil son of a bitch and is in it for nobody but himself."

"How can I help, Lu? I've already proven myself to you in the field of battle. I'd be happy to put my Glock up his ass and pull the trigger."

"Stand down, Charlie. Let the cops handle this. You just stay here and protect the home-front as you have done so diligently. Right now, Trey is a nervous wreck. He could blow at any second. Best to let the bomb squad deal with him."

"You're right, Lu. But I'm going to go spend a couple of hours on the range this week. See if I can put together some nice tight groupings in the right spots. Prepare myself for whatever is to come."

"Thanks for tomorrow night. But let's make tonight about us. Let's jump in the shower and rinse the day away. Then we can consider a nice light apéritif. Something in bed. I was thinking tacos and sausage. One for you and one for me."

Like making out under a waterfall, our shower was spectacular. A great prelude to a session of lovemaking to beat the band. And it was.

As always, it started with a kiss. A kiss that blew up into a full-blown make-out session. We were soaked, head to toe, and my auburn hair was strung out and sticking to my everything from my face to my breasts to my shoulders and back. It hung heavy on my head.

When we finished in the shower I towel dried my hair as much as possible, but it's thick and takes time to dry, so I put it up in a towel. Then I grabbed Charlie and smooshed myself against him so that he could feel me from my thighs to me eyes. Breasts to chest and lips to lips we took the dance over to the bed, where I pushed Charlie down onto the bed and I withdrew to my knees.

I think the thing I like most about Charlie's dick is how easy it is to suck. I can swallow the entire length with ease and never worry about gagging. Even fully erect. Unlike the black swords I've found myself attempting to swallow. I get much more satisfaction when I'm blowing my husband; not just from the romantic aspect, but also as a sense of accomplishment.

Always one to return the favor, Charlie requested I climb on board and work ourselves into a nice sixty-nine so that we could share each other orally. After a solid ten minutes of oral stimulation, we moved on to the main event.

He was lying down on the bed with his legs hanging over and his feet on the floor. I mounted him and wrapped my legs around him, and he sat up and embraced me. We hugged and kissed as he grinded into me and I rode him like a cowgirl on her trusty bareback steed.

After a nice long, steady ride, Charlie turned me over, lifted my rear and mounted me from behind. Then he went for it. And man, did he go for it. What he lacked in size he made up for in ambition. He pounded and pumped me for just a few minutes, and we both, within a minute of each other, came buckets. I even squirted, and I never squirt with Charlie. Not without assistance.

No vibrator tonight and no big black dildo. It was just me and Charlie goin' at it until we couldn't go anymore. Charlie must have summoned his inner black man this night because he really brought it. It's times like this that I wonder why I need black dick at all. Until the next black dick. Then it all comes back to me. But for now, Charlie is just fine. At least until tomorrow, when I get to do this all over again with Mort.

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As much as I wanted Trey dealt with, the thought of Mort back in my life was uppermost in my thoughts all day at work. And a long day it was. My skirt was a little short today, and I was showing a bit more cleavage than usual. Anticipating the night's activities, I felt on edge all day. And all day all I worked on was one single file. Not nearly my usual workload. Being distracted does not make for a productive day and my head of accountancy took notice and called me on it.

"Lucille, I've noticed you have been working on the Kunkle file all day. Aren't you getting backed up? You were out yesterday and today it just seems you're not giving your best."

"I'm sorry Mr. Pearl. I'm just having a tough week. I'll get the Fisk file done today. Even if I have to stay a little later."

"I know the past year has been tough for you, but you are a valuable member of the staff. We've already lost Pam, and I'd hate to lose another good worker like you."

He should only know just how difficult this past year has been for me. Being blackmailed into being a whore for black men is no cakewalk. But it is a dance. Of sorts.

"Don't worry, Mr. Pearl, I'll get both Kunkle and Fisk done today before I leave."

"That's a girl. I always know I can count on you to get the job done. Just keep that attitude and we'll be fine."

Oh, you'll be fine, alright. Me? Well, that's to be determined. And tonight, my mission starts yet again. After six months, it all starts over again. But then, there's my hall pass. New beginnings aren't necessarily all bad.

I stayed until almost six and got both files completed and out to the clients for review. Then I hit the China Kitchen and picked up some General Tso's Chicken, extra spicy, and the usual sides. It was a little after six-thirty before I reached Mort's place. On the way I called Charlie, who said not to do anything he wouldn't do.

When I walked into Mort's house, Chinese food in hand, I was greeted by a handsome man with luscious lips who knows how to make a gal feel welcome. After a welcoming kiss we decided to eat while the food is hot and save the sex for dessert. It's certainly better than ice cream.

During dinner we talked about what we'd been up to the past six months. I let him know that Charlie and I had re-bonded over that time and our life together had never been better. Even the sex was better.

"Well, Luce, if the sex is better, why are you even here? You could just dial it in, and we can handle things that way."

"Charlie gave me a hall pass."

"A hall pass?"

"Yeah, permission to get what he could not give me."

"That's very kind of Charlie, especially after all you have been through. I would think the last thing Charlie would want you to be doing is getting with a black man with a big cock."

"Charlie is extremely sensitive to my needs, and he picked up on it. It was his idea."

"Still the good cuck?"

"That's what he says. He won't even get his tramp stamp removed until he believes that it's not true."

"Well, if tonight turns out the way I hope it will, then it most certainly is still true. Poor Charlie."

"Don't worry about Charlie. He's having his share of me, and I'll make sure he always does. What he gives me no other man can, and I let him know it now every day."

"Even today?"

"On the way here I spoke to him and let him know that despite what we do here tonight, he is my man and I love him the most. I might be fucking you tonight, but when I go to sleep for the night, it will be in Charlie's bed."

"You are one special woman, Lucille Allyard. One of a kind."

As I packed up the leftovers and put them in the fridge, Mort did the dinner dishes. I guess he wanted to make sure he was on my good side.

We spent so much time catching up we didn't even mention Trey Fortune, the supposed reason I am here tonight. I guess we can save that for pillow talk. Right now, I'm pulling out the hall pass and takin' care of mama.

When it starts with a kiss, as it always does, the endorphins start popping immediately. Knowing where that kiss is taking me immediately dampens my crotch, if not my spirits.

"You look particularly sexy today, Luce. Did you do that for me?"

"For nobody else, my man, nobody but you."

"Then let's take this upstairs and see what we can do about this." And he embraced me and shoved that boner of his against my belly to let me know he was ready for action, and his lips encompassed mine and his tongue spoke to me without the use of any words.

As we ran upstairs, I could feel the dampness of the thong I wore. I was definitely feeling squishy down there and ready for anything Mort was ready to bring. And he was ready for me.

When we reached the bedroom, my top was already off and lying somewhere in the hallway. My sexy lace bra got Mort's attention and his eyes rested on my not too substantial breasts. He loved my puffy nipples and the fact that I'd removed the little hoops that had previously adorned my breasts. I'd removed them six months ago when I thought my experience with the Urban Mann organization had come to a screeching halt. But I never lost the tongue stud. Charlie really liked it during oral sex.

As we stood in the bedroom, making out, I unbuttoned and unzipped Mort's pants and gave them a tug, and they landed at his feet, pooled on the floor under him. He kicked them away and stood there in his boxers and tee shirt, which I promptly removed. In a minute he did the same to me, and my miniskirt was on the floor and I stood there in nothing but a thong. A wet one.

His big hands grabbed my little tits in a way that was firm but gentle, and I felt it in my pussy and dropped to my knees. I pulled his boxers down, and there it was, my dream come true. The object of my hall pass. The one thing in my life my husband could not give me. Theonlything on my mind right now.

As big and as hard and as long as it was, I licked and slurped and tried my best to bring him to my level of preparedness for this night's activities. That big old cock obliged and became even firmer under my touch. But he had other ideas.

He reached down, took my hands and lifted me up. He then picked me up and dropped me, unceremoniously, on the bed. He then dove in between my thighs, ripped off that thong and set about proving that cunnilingus is the next best step in tonight's dance. Boy, was he right.

I was oohing and ahhing and moaning to beat the band. His long tongue took me inside and out and what was a damp pussy all of a sudden got very wet. Especially when he drove his long fingers into my cooch and started thrumming my G-spot.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah. That's it. Pleeeeeease! More, more, more. Aaaaahhh. That's it. Stick it in me. Harder, harder, HARDER!

Mort was a savant at giving head, and five minutes of his oral ministrations had me coming to beat the band. But I was ready for more. More of Mort. In this case, much more of Mort.

He got up and climbed on top of me and asked if I was ready. I just gave him a big grin, and he knew what to do. He pulled me to the edge of the bed so that my ass was barely off the bed, and he plunged that dagger of his into just the right spot. I screamed out from the joy of a hungry pussy accepting the part of him that fit me just right. Maybe a little too right. But never too tight.

We started the dance slowly and gently, and never missed a beat. The taste of my pussy on his lips brought to mind the many women I'd had sex with and for an instant I wondered what it would be like to have sex with Mort and another woman. It had been a while since I tasted pussy from the source, and it drove me to new heights of horniness.

"Alright, Mort, enough of this lovemaking. I'm ready to fuck." And fuck we did. He dismounted me, guided me to the edge of the bed and then plunged into me like a man on a mission. And then he fucked me. I mean, he really fucked me. Hard. Then he grabbed my ankles and lifted and separated them and plunged into me again. Then, like a boxer throwing punches, he pummeled my pussy until I screamed out until I practically lost my voice. Oh yeah. He was that good.

After about ten minutes of this, and climax after climax, he finally stiffened up and proclaimed that he was coming. "Come for me, Mort. Show mama what she's doing here." And he did. I expect he came buckets, but I was busy in the throes of yet another orgasm when he started pumping me full of that jungle juice.

We lie there, catching our breath when Mort barely got out the question, "You're on birth control, Luce, aren't you?"

"This is a question you ask me now? Of course I am. Charlie and I have talked about kids, but we are just not ready right now. And you know how I feel about condoms. I'm a bareback baby every time."

I lay there, snuggled against Mort's brawny chest, taking in his scent and enjoying the sweaty embrace. He kissed me again with those pussy scented lips and we lay silently for at least half an hour. I knew we'd have to get into the weeds about Trey Fortune, but all I really wanted to do was rest up for a second go around with Mort. He had other thoughts.

"How about a cup of tea, and some conversation, Luce? I can taste some of that oriental tea that came with dinner tonight. How about you?"

"I don't know, my man, all I can taste is pussy."

We both had a good laugh as we exited the bed. He threw me one of his soft cotton button down shirts for me to put on, in lieu of a robe, and I threw it on. Unbuttoned. Then we cleaned ourselves up and went downstairs for some tea.

While he boiled the water and got the cups out, the conversation turned to Trey Fortune. Inevitably, it had to.

"Luce, tell me about your visit with Fortune. Did he take advantage of you?"

"Not the place I want to start with this conversation. First, let's talk about what we are going to do about Trey being in the wind. You don't know where he is, although you're supposed to have been looking for him for half a year. He certainly found me quickly enough. And he knew just what to do."

"Well then, what does he want with you again? I can't believe these people keep tapping the same well, and each time more of them fall. And they keep coming back to you. How they don't know you have been the Judas goat who leads us to them every time I'll never know."

"I hope that you are as concerned as I am that our luck has not run out this time. This time, Mort, you've got to catch him. Either that or kill him. If you don't get him, the next time I see him I'm afraid my goose will be cooked. And in this case, what's good for the goose is very, very bad for the gander."

"We'll be keeping this operation very close to the vest, Luce. Only Espada and Tucker know I am back in touch with you and that now Fortune is in play. Fortune is now at his weakest and has the fewest resources supporting him. He should be an easy catch this time."

"Don't fool yourself. He still has a network of people supporting him. I just couldn't tell you about more than the Clifts, which I expect is a fake name, other than they live in a local suburb. I couldn't tell you how many more of Urban's numbered sluts are out there ready to do Trey's bidding. But I am certain there are some. He has already alluded as to where his next move might be so there is someone or several someones out there ready to help him."

"Well, we are prepared in that your tracker has been activated and we now know where you are at all times. The next time you 'visit' with Trey Fortune, we will apprehend him."

"To answer your earlier question about what he wants with me, it's you that he wants."

"I don't understand."

"He knows I have an acquaintance who is a cop and he feels that the relationship we have has benefited Urban and his organization. When actually it has done everything to bring it down. I don't know how he doesn't get it. I figured he would fuck me and kill me the last time he took me. Well, I got it half right."

"So he did fuck you?"

"Of course he did. He may be panicked and nervous as hell, but nothing gets between Trey Fortune and a piece of ass. If you need to find a weakness, well, there it is."