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From Manhattan to Munich: The Complete Saga
MF, MFF, MM, F-solo, M-solo, cybersex, oral, anal, shampoo
bottle, dp
CHAPTER ONE   IN THE BEGINNING...
It was a nice spring evening in the quiet little town of Ansbach,
Bavaria, Germany. The city was in the midst of one of its
frequent festivals which attracted the townspeople as well as the
tourists. The locals were dressed for the festival's theme. There
was plenty of dancing, plenty of food, and plenty of drinks. And
in the back seat of a 1983 Renault, there was plenty of snogging
as well.
Viktor and Victoria had been dating for two months. It was the
longest relationship Victoria had been in in her twenty years of
existence. The two had met at a previous festival. Victoria had
been serving drinks, and Viktor had just taken a break from
participating in a mock sword fight. Viktor noticed Victoria's
low-cut top which revealed a generous portion of her full
breasts. Victoria caught Victor's gaze towards her and rewarded
him with a smile that seemed to melt his heart.
Victoria decided to sex up her image tonight because she wanted
to lose her virginity to Viktor on this night. She was wearing a
yellow sundress which fell to about mid-thigh. Victoria wrapped
her arms around her boyfriend and began kissing Viktor with
newfound urgency. She straddled his left leg which was raised up
and began grinding her crotch against the hard muscle of his left
thigh. Her virgin pussy was soaking wet. A wet spot began forming
on the crotch of her white panties. The spot grew until the
entire crotch area was see-through. The smell of her aroused
pussy filled the confines of the subcompact. Suddenly Victoria's
gyrations became more urgent as she neared her release.
However without warning, Viktor grabbed Victoria firmly around
the hips. Victoria groaned in frustration as she was denied her
orgasm. "God dammit Viktor, that's the second time this week!
What gives?"
"Look around, Victoria. There are people around. What if somebody
sees us? Remember what happened to that Russian guy?" A few weeks
ago, a Russian man had been caught by a local cop in the midst of
being blown by a prostitute. He was immediately arrested, and the
next day before he faced deportation back to Russia, his name and
face were plastered in the newspaper. That night, he was found in
the back seat of his car dead from a self-inflicted gunshot
wound.
"Yeah but that was a prostitute he was caught with! I'm not a
prostitute, Viktor. You have nothing to worry about," said
Victoria.
"Well what about your parents?" Viktor said, and Victoria froze
in fear. Her parents were deeply religious. Sure they seemed to
live a fairly liberal lifestyle - they were vegetarians,
pro-choice, and pro-legalization - but when it came to family and
pre-marital sex, they were about as conservative as they come.
Victoria knew that if she was caught having sex out in the public
like this, it would bring shame upon her family.
"Okay," said Victoria. She looked down at his crotch and noticed
that he didn't even have an erection. She figured that the risk
of being caught in public prevented his arousal. "Listen, Viktor.
I want you. I need you. I'll make an excuse to my parents to go
spend the night at Anne's, but I'm going to come to your place.
This time, you won't have to worry about getting caught."
"Victoria, my parents will be home," said Viktor.
"I don't care, Viktor! You can even let them watch for all I
care! For fuck's sakes, Viktor, I'm not taking any more excuses!
You're going to fuck me tonight! End...of...discussion!"
"Okay," said Viktor. "You win. Come by tonight. But you'll have
to sneak in through my bedroom window."
Victoria could hardly contain her excitement. She wrapped her
arms around her boyfriend and kissed him hard. "See you tonight,
darling," she said. With a smile and a wink, she exited the car
and headed home.
Victoria opened the door to the house and walked in. The house
was dark. She walked to the kitchen and noticed a hand-written
note on the refrigerator:
  Victoria,
  I have been called away on an important business matter. Your
mother and I will be gone for
  a week. If you need me, you can call my cellphone. We trust
you, darling.
  Love,
  Father
"So much for having to make an excuse," said Victoria with a
saucy grin. She went upstairs, filled her backpack with a change
of clothes, and left the house.
She walked a block to Viktor's house and noticed a strange car
parked up front. She thought that relatives may be visiting. She
noticed faint light coming from Viktor's bedroom window. Judging
by the motion of the points of light, she immediately knew what
the source of light was: candlelight. Victoria was pleased to
know that her boyfriend planned on taking her virginity under
candlelight and moonlight. She saw a ladder leading up to his
window.
"This is it," said Victoria to herself. "There's no turning back
now." She was determined to lose her virginity. She grabbed a
rung and began climbing the ladder. However once she reached the
top, her entire world crashed down.
Before her eyes was her boyfriend with his erect penis in the
mouth of another person - a man. She saw him thrust his hips up
driving his cock deeper into the throat of his male sex partner.
"Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, suck my cock, Alex! Suck it good, you fag!"
Viktor moaned as Alex licked his cock from base to tip before
deep-throating all nine inches. Viktor reached for his nightstand
and grabbed for his Baby Jesus butt plug. It was his favorite. He
grabbed the bottle of Astroglide on the nightstand and poured it
liberally all over the butt plug. He bit his lip as he easily
inserted Baby Jesus into his back door. Then he flicked the
switch at the base. And without warning, he came. "AAAAAH!" The
first shot hit the back of Alex's throat, making Alex gag and
choke and causing Alex to pull off. The next shot shot up high in
the air before painting Alex's face and hair with the gooey,
sticky mess. Viktor shot three more huge loads all over Alex's
face, and then the shots weakened until he was finally spent.
Victoria stared in disbelief at what happened. She wanted to cry.
How dare her boyfriend cheat on her? Then she began thinking of
recent things happening in their relationship: less time spent
together, more time spent with his male friends, and the lack of
an erection during their last several make-out sessions. Then she
saw Alex drop his pants, revealing the hugest erection she had
ever seen in her life. It was easily eleven inches long and
almost three inches in diamater.
Alex grabbed the bottle of Astroglide from Viktor and squirted it
wildly on his penis and massaged it in until his mammoth erection
was slippery enough. "Now remember Viktor, push out like you're
taking a shit." Viktor pushed with all his might, and Alex pushed
forward. After a few tries, he succeeded.
Viktor threw his head back and howled.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" He keened as Alex's gigantic cock
slowly sank in. His wilted cock suddenly shot up to full erection
as Alex's glans pressed hard against his prostate. Viktor was no
stranger to anal sex. He craved it. He lived for it. He loved it.
But this was easily the biggest cock he had ever taken in his
back door. Alex began thrusting in and out, and Viktor reached
for the nightstand to grab an ampoule of amyl nitrate. He crushed
it one-handed and thrust it under his nose and inhaled. His other
hand reached for his own iron-hard cock and began masturbating
wildly. There was a rushing buzz in his head. He felt prickles
all over his body. He was sweating profusely. His cock burned
inside and out as the combination of the recreational drug caused
the pain of rough anal to combine with the unbearable pleasure of
prostate stimulation, and the combination exploded in the
strongest, longest, loudest, wettest orgasm of his life.
"AAAAAUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" Shot after shot of
pearly-white semen jetted forcefully from his urethra, painting
Alex's face, hair, and torso with Viktor's spunk. Viktor's
asshole clamped down hard on Alex's super-engorged penis.
"AAARGH!" Alex threw his head back and howled as his orgasm took
hold. His cock felt like it was about to burst as he fired
several shots of jizz deep in Viktor's bowels. A froth of jizz,
lube, and santorum squelched out of Viktor's distended anus. The
two lovers collapsed in the bed and embraced and kissed hotly and
deeply.
Victoria's heart was broken. She climbed down the ladder and ran
to her house in tears. She opened the door and ran upstairs to
her bedroom and buried her face in her pillow as she sobbed
hysterically. She had invested the last two months of her life in
a guy who not only cheated on her, but also turned out to be gay.
She felt so small and so humiliated. But then she fantasized
about being Alex. She fantasized about fucking her ex-boyfriend
up the ass. She had never felt so aroused in her life. She pulled
her panties off and snaked a finger in her virgin slit with one
hand, and she seized the burning-stiff pleasure bud of her
clitoris with her other hand. She continued thinking about anal
intercourse, and when she remembered Viktor painting Alex with
his cum, she lost all control. "Ooo, ooo, ooo,
oooOOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOOOOO! OOOOO! OOOOO! OOOOO!" Victoria keened
as each orgasmic spasm tore through her. Her juices shot
forcefully from her slit and drenched her bedspread in her
feminine fluids. She pulled the stained bed fabrics from the bed
and threw them in the upstairs washer, placed fresh sheets and a
quilt on her bed, and collapsed on the bed.
After a couple hours, Victoria woke up. She saw the photo of her
and her ex-boyfriend on her nightstand and angrily ripped it up.
Then she got up and went to her computer to check her favorite
photography forum. She had uploaded some of her photographs to
the forum last week and noticed a reply from another user:
  I really enjoy your photographs! You have such an amazing
talent!
  - Sean-Paul

CHAPTER TWO   A NEW LIFE IS BORN

I was looking outside the window of my apartment. The sun had
just set, and the bright lights of Manhattan were slowly coming
on. From my window, I had a perfect view of Times Square. I saw
many neon signs flashing vivid colors. And the headlights of what
seemed like millions of cars illuminated the streets. It was a
welcome distraction from my paperwork.
I own a start-up tech company named XC Systems which has the
computer industry talking. We were developing a new
GNU/Linux-based operating system which would combine the best of
traditional computing with the best of cloud computing. When I
first saw the gOS operating system, I knew cloud computing was
the wave of the future, even though gOS' ways of implementing it
left much to be desired. (Not to mention that their operating
system had way too many bugs.) I have received numerous offers
for buyouts, but the dollar figures have been so laughingly low
that I balk at them. Several weeks ago, I turned down an offer
from Mark Shuttleworth to buy my company and assimilate our
technology and research into his company Canonical's Ubuntu
operating system. Why would I want to sell my company only to see
our hard work be put into a rival company's software? And when I
saw the amount of money offered, I politely declined. There's no
fucking way I'm going to take $50 million just to see my hard
work buried.
Besides, $50 million is nowhere near the net worth of my company.
With all the contracts that we have with the GNU Project, Novell,
Apple, and even the federal government, my company has a net
worth of $75 billion. Now tell me: who in their right mind would
sell a $75 billion company for $50 million?
Today, we had a board meeting. I was unable to be at the company
headquarters today, so I joined in via Skype teleconference. I
had just appointed my buddy from college Steven as the company's
new vice president of software research, so today I let him
conduct the board meeting. He did quite well. I find board
meetings to be very boring. (In fact, one day as a joke, I wrote
"Today's Bored Meeting" which had the executives roaring in
laughter.) Every now and then, I decide to spend time at my
apartment doing my own work. Today was one of those days.
I looked at my watch and noticed that it was 8:30 PM. "Better get
ready," I thought to myself. "Don't want to stand up my date." I
was dating a beautiful black woman named Lanisha. She was
twenty-five years old. She had just received her master's degree
in journalism at Duke University and was interning for Shepard
Smith at FOX News. I felt bad for her because I knew how much of
an asshole Smith is. I had met Smith at a charity fundraiser to
raise funds for the medical bills of 9/11 rescue workers. When we
got to the subject of the tech industry, he told me I was a "damn
fool" to believe Linux can compete with Windows and Mac OS X. But
when he alleged that Linux users were communists, I walked away
but not before flipping him off and saying, "Fuck you, Shepard."
I exited my apartment and rode the elevator twenty floors down
until I reached the ground level. After I exited the building, I
hailed a taxi and asked the cabbie to drive me to Lanisha's home
in Queens. Once we arrived, I paid him the fare and exited the
cab. I walked to her front door and knocked. After a few moments,
the door opened, and I was left breathless.
"You're right on time, Sean-Paul," said Lanisha with a DAMN sexy
smile. Lanisha looked radiant. Her light brown skin had no
imperfections whatsoever, not even a single blemish. Her dark
brown eyes were capitvating. Her arched eyebrows gave her a very
exotic look. Her full lips were red, plump, juicy, and oh so
inviting. She was wearing a pink summer shirt with spaghetti
straps; it was low-cut, exposing a generous portion of her
breasts. And she was wearing skintight skinny jeans which
accentuated her voluptuous badonkadonk. We embraced each other
and kissed deeply. We had been going steady for five months.
Lanisha broke the kiss and whispered into my mouth, "so where are
we going tonight?"
"Anywhere you want, babe," I whispered into her mouth.
"How about we just stay here and get in my bed and fool around,"
Lanisha asked with a sultry expression on her face. The sultry
expression and the sexually-charged inflection in her voice made
me weak in the knees, and it made my cock throb. I pulled her in
close and we kissed hard, deep, and fast, Lanisha began grinding
her cunt on my raging tool, and the sensations were almost too
much to bear. I pulled away from her body.
"Okay," I said matter of factly. We went inside and closed the
door. We ran right to her bedroom. Once we reached the bedroom,
Lanisha turned off the lights, leaving the city lights and the
moonlight as the only source of illumination. We embraced once
again, and as we kissed with a renewed hunger, I reached around
and grabbed each magnificent cheek of her sexy ass and squeezed.
Lanisha snaked her tongue into my mouth. Then she began fumbling
with my belt buckle, trying to undo my belt and slacks in record
time. My hands raised up and pulled her summer shirt over her
head, fully exposing her tits. Finally, she undid my belt buckle
and yanked my slacks and underwear down in one motion. I undid
the snap of her skinny jeans and pulled her jeans and her thong
panties down in one motion as well. I pulled my shirt off,
leaving both of us completely naked. I laid her down on her bed
and began kissing my way down her neck and throat, tracing every
contour of her throat with my tongue. Then my tongue went lower
until I reached her heaving bosom. Her nipples were erect.
"EEE!" Lanisha cried out as I deliberately flicked my tongue out
at the hard, pointed nub of her right nipple. My right hand
seized her stiff left nipple and began lightly pinching it. I
snaked my left hand down to the juncture of her thighs and shoved
my middle finger into her slit while my thumb began to tease out
her swelling clitoris. "Ah, ah, ah," Lanisha moaned as her
pleasure grew and grew. Finally, I decided it was time. My mouth
left her nipple, and I began kissing my way down her fit stomach.
I slid my tongue into her navel, making her squirm, moan, and
gasp. And then I kissed down lower until I reached her aroused
pussy. She was lubricating freely, the juices just oozing out.
Her clitoris was fully erect, standing up proud and flushed with
blood. I gently blew on it, and I was amazed to see it throb and
to hear her let out a sharp cry as if she was about to cum. Now
who am I to deny my girlfriend her release and ultimate
pleasure?
I slid my finger out of her wet slit and pressed it against the
wrinkled star of her anus. Finally, I decided it was time. I was
going to make her go out of her mind. I slid my finger to the
hilt, completely burying it inside her ass. Then I seized her
stiff pleasure bud between my teeth, and I bit down and pinched
her nipple hard at the same time.
"EEEEEEEOOOOOOAAAAAAAIIIIIII!!!" Lanisha cried out as her body
was seized by a debilitating orgasm. "YIII! YIII! YIIIIIIIII!"
She cried out as each spasm sent her into fits of ecstasy. Thick,
pungent cream spurted out of her slit and into her mouth. I've
tasted far better girl-cum that what Lanisha offers, but it was
still intoxicating. I let her come down from her sexual high, but
a minute later, I began sucking hard on her clit and rapidly
fucked her ass with my finger until she was once again rising
towards yet another climax. "Ah, ah, ah, AH, AH, AH,
AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Lanisha squinted her eyes shut as a
second climax smashed into her. This one seemed even stronger
than her first. I felt her anus spasm around my finger, and I
felt her pussy lips flutter as each orgasmic contraction tore
through her.
Finally, Lanisha calmed down and got her breathing under control.
Although she was exhausted, she still wanted my cock inside her.
But I decided to let her rest a little bit. I laid down beside
her, and we cuddled. "I love you, Lanisha," I said.
"I love you, too, Sean-Paul," she replied. "You need to fuck me
soon, babe. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Shep expects
his workers to be at one hundred percent."
"Shep?" I asked.
"Shepard Smith," she replied.
"I know who he is," I said. "I just can't believe you'd call that
asshole that name."
"Asshole? What do you mean by that?"
"I mean just that, Lanisha. He is an asshole. I have dealt with
him personally. How do you think it feels for somebody to write
off your hard work as 'communism'? It doesn't feel very good. And
I don't like the way he and the rest of FOX News act like a bunch
of Republican Party shills. Now I'm not saying all Republicans
are evil. But when you're a Republican Party shill and dismiss
anything you don't agree with as communism and far-left ideology,
that just doesn't sit well with me."
"You know what, Sean-Paul? Fuck you," said Lanisha with obvious
contempt in her voice. "You don't know what goes on in there.
It's not what you think. And I'm not going to let you make false
accusations against my employers or my boss. You know what? Just
get the fuck out."
"Lanisha, you're overreacting," I said. I went to hug her, and
then she pushed me away and slapped my face.
"I MEAN IT, SEAN-PAUL! GET...THE...FUCK...OUT! I never want to
see you again!" I got up, got dressed, and left her house. I
hailed a taxi and asked the cabbie to drive me to my apartment in
Manhattan. I arrived at the apartment building, and after I paid
the cabbie his fare, I rode the elevator to my apartment. Once I
entered my apartment, I headed straight for the kitchen and fixed
a glass of Diet Coke and Canadian whiskey on the rocks. After I
drank the mixed drink, I laid down on the sofa in the living room
and fell asleep. Hopefully the drink would alleviate my
blueballs. I had an alcohol-fueled dream about what happened with
Lanisha. In my dream, I was contemplating suicide when I was
stopped by a mysterious woman with dark brown curly hair and
beautiful green eyes.
Then my cellphone rang and woke me up. I looked at the caller ID.
It was Lanisha. I answered the phone.
"Sean-Paul, I'm sorry," said Lanisha over the phone.
"You know what, Lanisha, fuck you. I don't deserve to get slapped
in the face like that. I don't need any psycho bitches in my
life. It's over. Don't ever speak to me again." I hung up the
phone. I got up and went to my computer. I opened up Facebook,
and not only did I remove my relationship status with Lanisha, I
also blocked Lanisha. Then I opened my Thunderbird email client
and noticed that I got an email from my favorite photography
forum. I read the email which stated that I got a personal
message from the girl whose photos I praised:
  Dear Sean-Paul,
  Thank you SO much for the kind words!
  I'm kind of depressed right now. I just went through a nasty
break-up.
  Can we chat? I'm on Skype as victoria.camluvr.
  Love,
  -Victoria <3
I opened my Skype client and searched for Victoria's user name. I
found it and added her. Within moments, it indicated that she was
online, and in no time at all, Victoria sent a chat request. Not
just any chat request, but a video chat request. I figured why
not, so I accepted. And on my screen was shown the most beautiful
woman I have ever seen in my life. I was enraptured by her
beautiful green eyes, her full lips, and her dark brown curly
hair. Was this the girl from my dream? I smiled from ear to ear,
and Victoria returned with the sexiest smile I have ever seen in
my life. Finally, I spoke. "I'm here."
"Thank you," said Victoria. "God damn you're a gorgeous guy," she
said with a wink and a smile. Her European-sounding accent
sounded oh so sexy.
"Thank you, Victoria. And you're quite the looker yourself," I
replied. "Anyway, I'm sorry that you're depressed. Let me guess.
You were dating an asshole, and he cheated on you."
"Yup," she replied. "He cheated on me alright. He cheated on me
with a man."
"Do you know what that makes you," I asked Victoria.
"No, what," she asked back.
"Gay bait," I said. And then Victoria let out the heartiest laugh
I have heard in a long time. We were both laughing. This was
actually one of the most pleasant chats I've ever had. "I had the
same thing happen to me tonight, except my ex-girlfriend got mad
at me for criticizing her boss."
"Who is her boss," asked Victoria.
"Shepard Smith from FOX News," I replied.
"Wow," said Victoria. "Anybody who would take up for an asshole
like him isn't worth dating." And I had to agree with her.
Looking back, Lanisha just seemed like bad news. She would
criticize Iraq War protestors, vegans, animal rights activists,
and any other group that received regular scorn from the FOX News
crowd. "Were you going to fuck her tonight," Victoria asked out
of the blue.
I didn't know how to respond. It really wasn't any of her
business, but as I looked at Victoria on my computer screen, I
noticed that her face was flushed. Could it be that she was going
through the same thing? So I got the courage to ask her, "Were
you going to fuck him?"
"Yeah," Victoria replied. "I climbed a ladder to his bedroom
window, and then that's where I saw him getting his cock sucked
by Alex. And then I saw Alex take his pants off and shove his
cock in Viktor's ass.
"Yeah I was eating Lanisha," I said. "I even made her cum. But
right before I got the chance to fuck her, she had to go
psycho-bitch on me all because I told her Shepard Smith is an
asshole." There was an odd silence, but then Victoria broke the
ice by laughing. I laughed along with her. God she was beautiful.
I was spellbound by her beauty. "I don't mean to stare," I said,
"but I really haven't seen anybody as beautiful as you."
"Thank you, Sean-Paul. You are so sweet," Victoria said. Then she
flashed that smile again. I was feeling light-headed, and my cock
was straining in my slacks. "Can I see your cock," asked
Victoria.
"What," I replied.
"I want to see your cock," Victoria said. "If you're as horny as
I am right now, then you'll understand why I'm asking that. Show
me your cock, and I'll let you see me naked."
"I-I-I gue-guess," I stammered out. I stood up and unzipped my
fly and pulled out my fully-erect cock. Victoria's eyed widened.
"Good God, that's HUGE," said Victoria. "And I thought Viktor had
a huge one. Okay, a deal's a deal." Victoria stood up and slipped
off her yellow sundress, and then on my screen was a very
beautiful and very naked woman with perfect breasts, a firm
stomach, a narrow waist, perfectly-shaped hips, and the most
beautiful shaven cunt I had ever laid my eyes on. I could tell
she was horny; her entire crotch area was shiny from her
secretions. "Jerk off for me," asked Victoria with a
sexually-charged inflection in her voice. And before I knew it, I
was rapidly pumping my cock with both hands as I watched every
sexy inch of her nude form. "Watch me touch myself," Victoria
said with arousal in her voice. She seized her fully-erect
clitoris between her fingers and began tugging at it, jerking it
as if it were a cock. "Oh God, I'm visualizing you sliding your
cock into my virgin cunt and taking my virginity. Ah, ah, AH! Oh
God fuck me, Sean-Paul, fuck me, fuck me." Victoria's fingers
were like a blur as began masturbating frantically. I was getting
more into it. I began pumping my cock faster and faster. Suddenly
Victoria's moans rose in volume and pitch. "Oh God I can feel
your cock inside me, oh fuck me, fuck me, ooo, ooo,
oooOOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOAAAAIII!" Victoria's eyes squinted shut,
and she threw her head back as she orgasmed on her fingers. Her
feminine fluids gushed out of her spasming cunt with each spasm.
Finally, she collapsed into her chair gulping for breath.
Now I was visualizing fucking my cock in and out of her virgin
cunt. I fantasized that my hands was her cunt attempting to milk
my cock dry, and the visualization was too much. "AAARRRGGHHH!" I
shouted as my long-suppressed orgasm rocketed out of me. Shot
after shot of thick ropes of semen blasted forcefully from my
urethra. I collapsed into my chair, equally exhausted.
Finally, we got our breathing under control. "I'll sleep very
well tonight," said Victoria. "Thanks Sean-Paul for tonight. Hope
to see you again soon."
"Me, too, Victoria," I said. "Good night."
"Gute nacht," she replied. I turned on my favorite Queen internet
radio station and let Freddie Mercury's voice lull me to sleep.
  When love breaks up,
  When the dawn light wakes up,
  A new life is born.
  Sometimes I have to make this final breakthru...
  NOW!

CHAPTER THREE   LONG AWAY (AKA "SHEPARD SMITH'S SLOPPY SECONDS")

"And that concludes today's board meeting," I said. I left the
board room and made my way to my office. "More like a boring
meeting," I mumbled under my breath. Now don't get me wrong. I
love my company. It's my pride and joy. I started the company
with my friend Steven eleven years ago, and in the span of three
years we took it from a company which made chump change to a
company that grossed tens of billions of dollars a year. Not too
bad for a punk ass kid from one of the roughest neighborhoods of
Brooklyn.But still yet, there was just something missing. Sure
we were making billions of dollars, but I still felt that we
weren't being taken seriously by the tech industry. Several
business magazines write us off every day and dismiss our success
as a "fluke." How is making billions of dollars a year a "fluke?"
I'm sorry, but I didn't get into business just to kiss Rupert
Murdoch's ass. That's not happening. I got into business to
better myself and to offer people a product that they would use
and enjoy. Now I'm not going to lie and say I don't meet
celebrities - or even date some - and discuss politics with
Washington bureaucrats. That's just something that anybody thrust
into the spotlight ends up doing. I got into business for myself
and my workers and my customers.I arrived at my office and
paged my secretary. I told her I was going to relax and that I
was not to be disturbed under any circumstances. When I'm in my
office, I tend to kick back and relax as if I were home in my
Central Park apartment. I walked over to a specialized computer
setup running Ubuntu and loaded up some Pink Floyd MP3s in
Rhythmbox. I took my shoes off and walked to my mini-fridge and
pulled out an ice-cold bottle of Bud Light. I closed my eyes as
the haunting synthesizer intro from "Shine On You Crazy Diamond"
played over the computer speakers. Then I wondered if Victoria
was on Skype. I opened up Skype, and didn't see her on there.
Then I remembered I added her on AIM. I opened my MacBook. After
I opened my Pidgin chat client. I got an instant message. 
lanishaxoxo: Sean-Paul, please talk to me.Fuck. It was Lanisha.
I didn't feel like talking to her. I needed to make it clear to
her that I was not interested.  seanpaulxc: Sorry, don't feel
like it.  lanishaxoxo: Please. I need to talk to you. It's
important.  seanpaulxc: What did Sheppy do?  lanishaxoxo: I
can't talk about it on here. They might be watching what we say.
 seanpaulxc: Who might be watching?  lanishaxoxo: FOX News,
dumbass. They spy on our emails and chats.I shrugged and left
out a sigh of discontent. It's clear she wanted to talk in
person.  seanpaulxc: So where then?  lanishaxoxo: My place. I
get off work at 6. Please come see me.  seanpaulxc: Okay. 
lanishaxoxo: Oh thank you! <3Then she logged out. Great. I
began to wonder if she was planning on trying to get us back
together. However after meeting Victoria three nights ago, I
wasn't interested in Lanisha. I was interested in Victoria. But
where did Victoria live? All I knew about Victoria was her name,
her age, her beautiful face, and her sexy body. I thought maybe I
should give Lanisha another chance. But what about Victoria?
DAMMIT! I've never been so confused about two girls at the same
time.I left about 5:30 and took a cab to Lanisha's house in
Queens. I knocked on the door, and in moments Lanisha opened the
door."You actually came," Lanisha said with a smile on her
face.I returned her smile. "Yeah, 'cause I was worried about
you." I entered her house, and she closed the door. Lanisha
offered me a seat on her sofa, and I accepted. She went to the
kitchen, and she came back to the living room with two glasses of
scotch on the rocks. That's what I loved about Lanisha during our
relationship. She knew what I liked. "Thanks," I said as I
grabbed my drink."You're welcome," Lanisha said softly.We sat
and enjoyed our drinks and idly chatted about odd stuff. Then I
asked her, "so what did Shep do?" Lanisha looked down. She looked
sad, as if she were about to cry. Then I saw a lone tear spill
from her left eye. I put my left arm around her, and then
suddenly she wrapped her arms around me, buried her face in my
shoulder, and began sobbing hysterically. I wrapped my arms
around her and gently rocked her back and forth, whispering
nonsensical words of comfort into her ear. Then she stopped
crying, and she looked into my eyes. I used my thumbs to wipe the
tear tracks from her face. Then Lanisha's left hand reached up
for my face, gently tracing imaginary lines on my right cheek
before caressing my lips. I returned the favor, using my left
hand to do the same to her right cheek. And then my index finger
touched her full, luscious lips. She planted a gentle kiss on my
fingertip, and then her lips parted slightly before gently
engulfing my finger with her mouth."Oh fuck," I sighed as she
began suckling on my finger. Her right hand drifted down to the
crotch of my slacks, and then she began running her fingers down
the length of my hardening cock. I was still mad at Lanisha for
what happened three nights ago, but God DAMN this felt fantastic.
My left hand reached around her head, and then her left hand did
the same, and we pulled each other in for a soul-searching kiss.
My cock was half-hard from being fondled by her, but as soon as
our lips touched and our tongues intertwined with each other, my
cock shot to full hardness.Then Lanisha broke the kiss. "Please
fuck me," she whispered into my mouth."Okay," was all I could
muster out. We got up and headed for her bedroom. Once we reached
the bedroom, we grabbed each other and kissed with a passion we
never experienced before. My hands slid down her back, reaching
for her sexy ass. I squeezed each cheek in turn, sinking my
fingers into her plump, juicy, pillowy buttocks. Then my hands
raised back up and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up
and away, baring her luscious breasts. Then Lanisha's hands
reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. Then her hands
reached for my belt buckle and hurriedly unfastened it and pulled
my slacks and underwear off. My cock bounced wildly as it was
freed from my fabric prison. Then I undid the snap of her skinny
jeans and pulled them and her underwear off. Her cunt was already
soaking wet. I laid her down on the bed, and then I wedged the
crown of my cock right at her slit, sliding it up and down until
finally I found her entrance. And then I pushed."AAAII!"
Lanisha moaned as my cock slowly slid into her vaginal passage.
What we almost did three nights ago was happening now. She was
burning hot on the inside. The heat and sensation of her insides
were so unbearable that it took all my might to keep from cumming
right on the spot. I pushed further in until finally my cock was
completely buried in her cunt. I brought my head down to hers,
and we gently kissed. But when I began the classic in-and-out
motion and began to fuck my cock in and out of her pussy, our
gentle kissing increased in intensity and fervor. I slid my left
hand down to our intimate joining and coated my index finger with
her feminine secretions, and then my finger reached for the
wrinkled star of her anus and easily slid in. I pushed my finger
up to feel my iron-hard erection through her vaginal and rectal
walls. Sweat formed all over her body. Her moans rose in volume,
pitch, and tempo until finally she exploded. "Ah! Ah! Ah! AH! AH!
AH! AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHOOOOOWWWEEEEEEE!" Lanisha squinted her eyes
shut and threw her head back and screamed as a cataclysmic orgasm
rocked her from head to toe to core.The sensation of her cunt
clamping down and rippling along the entire length of my erection
was too much to bear. I found myself thrusting harder and harder
until I came with an explosive cry. "AAARRGH!!!!" I thrust in one
final time before shooting gob after gob of semen against the
entrance to her womb. After a minute, we collapsed on the bed in
a heap. Lanisha rested her head on my shoulder, and we cuddled in
the afterglow of our lovemaking."I love you, Sean-Paul," said
Lanisha."I love you, too," I replied. "So tell me, why were you
so upset?""Upset?" Lanisha said."You sounded upset when you
were on the chat, and you were upset when I asked you what
Shepard did.""No, Sean-Paul, I'm not upset. I'm happy!"Okay,
now I'm confused. I knew Shepard from personal experience. He was
an asshole and was capable of doing no good. Something weird was
going on. "Lanisha, what's going on?""I got a huge promotion!
I'm going to be doing a daily segment for his show Studio B! And
all I had to do was let him fuck me!"WHAT?! I just had sex with
Shepard Smith's sloppy seconds? Oh my fucking God. I could just
crawl in a hole right now. I wanted to puke. I got up and got
dressed. Lanisha looked at me quizically. Then I told her,
"You're pathetic." Then I left her house, hailed a taxi, and went
home.As soon as I got home, I headed straight for the shower. I
felt disgusting. I felt like I had Shepard Smith's germs all over
me. I turned the shower on full force. I stayed in the shower
until I ran out of hot water. After I got out of the shower, I
got on my computer and blocked Lanisha on AIM. Then I noticed
Victoria on AIM. I knew right there that I wanted Victoria. I
PMed her.  seanpaulxc: Hello darling.  victoria.camluvr:
Sean-Paul! <3  seanpaulxc: God I feel so disgusting. 
victoria.camluvr: Why?  seanpaulxc: I just had sex with my ex.
victoria.camluvr: Lanisha?  seanpaulxc: Yeah. She practically
raped me lol.  victoria.camluvr: LMFAO!  seanpaulxc: Wanna know
the worst part?  victoria.camlubr: Sure.  seanpaulxc: She's
been fucking Shepard Smith.  victoria.camluvr: EWWW! 
seanpaulxc: Yeah. My ex is Shep's sloppy seconds LOL! 
victoria.camluvr: LMFAOOOO!  seanpaulxc: I need to see you right
now.  victoria.camluvr: I know, me too. :)  seanpaulxc: Let's
get on Skype.  victoria.camluvr: Okay. <3I opened up Skype,
and within moments Victoria showed up on my screen. She was
wearing a very sexy babydoll nightie which looked almost way too
small for her. I couldn't help but to stare at her. God I wanted
her. I've never wanted anybody as much as I want her. "I wish you
were here with me right now, darling," I said."I wish you could
crawl through the computer screen and just hold me, kiss me, and
fuck me," Victoria replied.I smiled. And she smiled back. I was
in love with a complete stranger. I didn't know where she lived.
All I knew was her name, age, and her physical beauty.
Nonetheless, I was in love with her. I felt things for her that
I've never felt for anybody else. I had to tell her how I feel.
"I love you, Victoria," I said.Victoria smiled, and then I
noticed tears coming from her eyes. "Ich liebe dich," she
replied. Now it was becoming clear. Three nights ago, she told me
"good night" in German. And now she just told me "I love you" in
German. She was German. I was in love with a girl from Germany.
"Be right back, have to get something," Victoria said."Okay," I
replied. She got up and disappeared for about a minute. Then she
came back - completely naked. She had shed her nightie. Then I
noticed something in her hand. It was a flesh-colored dildo. "You
gonna fuck yourself with that," I asked."Of course," Victoria
replied with a smile and a wink. "But only if you get out of
those clothes so I can see that big cock of yours." As I
stripped, Victoria brought the dildo to her lips and began
tonguing the appliance from the simulated glans to the base and
then back up. My cock shot to full hardness from visualizing that
the dildo was my cock instead. I closed my eyes and imagined
feeling her tongue sliding up and down my shaft."Suck my cock,
Victoria." I was lost in my fantasy. And then I opened my eyes,
and I saw Victoria sliding the rubber glans between her lips, and
she began simulating fellatio on the dildo. I grabbed my
throbbing tool in my hands and began pumping it furiously,
imagining that it was her mouth instead of my hands. The
sensations were unbearable. "Take it all the way down your
throat, you cock-hungry deep-throater!" I husked out. Then I saw
Victoria's hand slide between her legs as she began to pleasure
herself. Now I wanted her to get lost in the fantasy as well.
"Grab your stiff clit and pinch it and pretend that your fingers
are my teeth.""UUMH!" Victoria moaned around the flesh-colored
dildo as my words turned her on. She began sucking harder on the
rubber cock. Her hand diddled her stiff pleasure bud faster and
faster. My cock was leaking pre-cum freely as I pumped faster and
faster. "Pretend I'm going to shoot my cum down your
throat!"Victoria's gyrations became more frantic, and her hand
accelerated its masturbation of her clit. She imagined that I was
ejaculating into her mouth, and she lost all control.
"OOOoooOOOUUMMMPPPHHHH!!!" She shouted around the dildo as her
body was seized by an intense climax. I could have sworn that I
saw her juices squirting from her slit. I visualized pushing my
tool past her epiglottis and shooting my cum directly into her
stomach, and without warning, I shot."AHHHHH!" I shouted as the
deep-throating fantasy suddenly brought me to my climax. Shot
after shot of life-giving jizz erupted from my piss-slit. It shot
high in the air before splashing down on my torso. After five or
six massive shots, weakening shots oozed down the shaft of my
spent cock until I had no more to offer. I fell back in my
chair.I opened my eyes and noticed that Victoria had collapsed
into her chair as well. We were both panting and gulping as if we
had run a mile. My room reeked of sweat and cum, and I'm sure her
room reeked of sweat and cunt juice. "We have got to meet each
other sometime and do this," I said."Oh fuck yes," Victoria
replied. "Under one condition.""What?" I asked."That we fuck
for the first time in a jacuzzi," she replied with a sexy smile
and a wink."Deal," I said. Then I remembered that I have to
take a business trip to San Francisco tomorrow. "Listen, I have
to go to San Francisco tomorrow on a business trip. I better get
some sleep. Gute nacht, darling.""Gute nacht, Sean-Paul," she
replied with a smile. After she logged out of Skype, I turned my
MacBook off, fixed a glass of Diet Coke and Canadian whiskey on
the rocks, drank it, and went to bed.

CHAPTER FOUR   THE GIRL WITH THE SHAMPOO BOTTLE

I woke up about 4 AM. Since the board members don't work on
weekends, I usually sleep in and don't wake up until around 10
AM. However, I had a particularly bad dream. In my dream, Lanisha
and I were fucking, and then suddenly out of the blue she turned
into Shepard Smith. It was truly a horrific dream. I got up out
of bed and went to the bathroom. I turned on the cold water in
the bathroom sink and splashed my face with cold water, trying
desperately to forget the fact that I had fucked Shepard's sloppy
seconds.I got up and turned on the TV. I changed the channel to
TCM and watched the Fritz Lang silent classicMetropolis. It's
always been one of my favorite movies. As I watched the movie, I
was amazed to notice how the movie pretty much summed up my
current love life. I compared Freder's blossoming romance with
Maria with my blossoming relationship with Victoria. And then I
saw Rotwang's robot clone of Maria acting like a whore, and
immediately I thought of Lanisha. And then I watched the end of
the movie. Freder and Maria were reunited. But how can I be
reunited with somebody whom I've never met? And then I saw the
final title card:  THE MEDIATOR BETWEEN HEAD AND HANDS MUST BE
THE HEART!Victoria was my heart. With my head, I created a
billion dollar empire. With my hands, I molded my billion dollar
empire. I had billions of dollars...and nobody to share it with.
Being a billionaire sure had its perks, but it gets lonely at
times. Sure I've had relationships before, but I've never truly
loved anybody, including Lanisha. Looking back, my desire for
Lanisha was centered around her physical beauty. But other than
her physical assets, she really offered nothing interesting to
me. Now with Victoria, it was different. We talked about movies,
current events, culture, and just about everything else you can
think of. We have intellectual conversations about everything.
Victoria's intellect and her sweet personality were a great
compliment to her physical beauty. She was the total package. God
I wanted her!I got on my MacBook and opened Facebook in Google
Chrome, and upon Facebook opening, it indicated that I had a
friendship request. I clicked on the icon, and I got a friend
request from a woman named Victoria Khler. Then I noticed the
photo in her icon. It was Victoria! I readily accepted the
friendship request. I clicked on her name and found out that she
lived in a town named Ansbach. I looked up Ansbach in Wikipedia
and found out that it was in the German state of Bavaria.Then I
noticed another alert popping up on my friend request button. I
clicked on it, and Victoria had indicated that we are in a
relationship. Oh my. Should I accept? I mean I've never met her
in person. But then I thought of all the pleasant conversations
we've had in addition to the intense cybersex we engage in from
time to time. I figured what the hell and confirmed the
relationship. Then I clicked on my name and saw the brand new
post on my timeline:  Sean-Paul DeCraig is in a relationship
with Victoria Khler.It was official. Well, "Facebook-official"
to be exact. Then my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and
saw a strange number. Normally, I do not accept phone calls from
strange phone numbers. But something told me to answer it. I
picked up my cellphone and hit the Send button. "Hello?" I
said."Thank you for accepting my friendship request and my
relationship request, darling," Victoria said."You're welcome,
my love," I replied. We talked on the phone for several minutes.
I wish we had time for some phone-sex, but I had a plane to catch
in a couple hours. "I can't stay on the phone too long, Victoria.
I have to get on a plane and fly to San Francisco.""Oh you're
no fun," Victoria said with a little sarcasm in her voice. "Well,
be safe. I love you.""I love you, too, darling," I replied. I
hung up and got ready.The flight to San Francisco was pretty
nice. We had a layover in Kansas City. I remembered the last time
I was in Kansas City. It was eight months ago. I had met this
girl named Taylor. She was amazing in bed. For some reason, she
had a weird obsession about fucking herself with shampoo bottles.
One night after we got done fucking each other's brains out, she
asked me to shove a shampoo bottle up her cunt and shove another
one up her ass and fuck her with both shampoo bottles at the same
time. The orgasms she experienced from the shampoo bottle sex
were monstrous. We finished the session with my cock buried in
her cunt while I shoved a shampoo bottle up her ass and made her
cum countless times.After our layover in Kansas City, we flew
to San Francisco. Upon arriving in San Francisco, I was picked up
by a limousine. I entered the limo, and I was greeted by a
familiar face. It was Barack Obama, the President of the United
States. "Good to see you again, Barack.""Same to you,
Sean-Paul," the President replied. I had met President Obama at
Dartmouth. He came to my college politics class to give a lecture
on the Constitution. At one point, Obama spoke on the flaws of
the Constitution. Many in the class objected to the future
President's perceived hatred of the Constitution, but I defended
him and pointed out examples of his points. Because of this, the
class was able to restore order, and had a long, lengthy
discussion about the Constitution's pluses and minuses. "I knew
you'd have a bright future when I met you," Obama said. "By the
way, thanks for accepting the invitation.""You're welcome," I
replied. "So where are we going?""Have you ever heard of the
Bilderberg Group?" Obama asked."That's the group that those
conspiracy theorists say is a bunch of rich elitists planning a
global government," I replied. "Is there any truth to their
claims?""None at all," the President replied. "All Bilderberg
is is a debater's club. We just sit down and have rational
discussions with everybody.""Like our discussion about the
Constitution we had at Dartmouth?" I asked."Exactly," replied
Obama.We arrived at the most luxurious hotel in San Francisco.
I saw protestors lined up across the street, and I saw police
patrolling the area. I saw a fat guy holding a megaphone. When I
heard his gravelly Texas accent booming from the microphone, I
instantly knew who it was. I heard him ramble on about many
conspiracy theories including 9/11 and population control. Poor
Alex Jones. He doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about.I
remember 9/11 as if it were yesterday. Steven, myself, and a
Dartmouth classmate named Gregory had just founded XC Systems and
rented office space on the sixteenth floor of WTC 1. On that day,
Gregory arrived earlier than usual. Steven and I had a huge
breakfast at a diner on Fifth Svenue. And then we heard an
explosion. We ran out and saw the World Trade Center on fire. And
then we saw the crater that the plane made. Our company
headquarters were located in the heart of the crater. I thought
our business was done for. But we persevered. And although 9/11
happened almost 11 years ago, it took ten years for Gregory's
remains to be identified by DNA testing.It's amazing how Alex
Jones can say Bush blew up the World Trade Center as his
"Reichstag Fire" when the truth is Bush isn't smart enough to
ride a Segway, much less plan any false-flag attack. Finally, we
pulled in the garage and exited the limo. The secret service
escorted us inside to the meeting.The Bilderberg meeting was
fantastic. I had such a great time having intellectual
discussions with everybody from David Rockefeller to even Bill
Gates. Gates and I had a long discussion about the tech industry,
and he told me that I was a visionary and that my company would
become the biggest tech company of all time.A few days later, a
bunch of us got together and travelled to Monte Rio and the
Bohemian Grove. And once I was inside, I found out that once
again Alex Jones doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about.
The "Cremation of Care?" It's nothing but a play. And like
Bilderberg, Bohemian Grove was all about intellectual
discussions. Oh, and you also get to piss on a giant redwood tree
with Henry Kissinger.After the festivities were over, I thought
about flying back home, but for some reason I decided to fly to
Kansas City. I never told Taylor that I was a billionaire. I just
have a feeling that she's like the type that would be a
gold-digging piece of shit who would marry me just to get her
hands on my money and spend it on God knows what. I stopped at
the Whole Foods Market to check out the deli's vegetarian
offerings. (In case you don't know, I'm a vegan.) I order a spicy
black bean veggie burger with vegan mayo and a carrot-apple
juice. After paying for the veggie burger and the juice, I walked
outside and sat down and ate. After I got up, I walked to my car
and bumped into who I thought was a kid. "Watch where you're
going, kid," I said with a little agitation in my voice. Then I
saw them. It was no kid. It was Taylor. "TAY!""SEAN-PAUL!" We
ran to each other and hugged. She jumped in my arms and wrapped
her legs around me and held tight as if her life depended on it.
I looked into her eyes and noticed her smile. Her smile was
fucking beautiful. The feeling of my ex-girlfriend's body against
mine brought back vivid memories of our past sexual relationship,
and the memories caused my cock to shoot to full hardness. Then
she pulled my head towards hers and she kissed me. If we could
have gotten away with it, I would have fucked her right there in
the parking lot. We walked to my rental car, and we drove until
we found a hotel where we could be alone.As soon as we entered
our hotel room, I sat down on the sofa. Taylor sat down on my
lap, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for
a kiss. It's been nearly six months since we last fucked.Six
months of longing flowed out of both of us. We never officially
broke up, so we had a lot of catching up to do. I felt Taylor's
tongue sliding against my own. I eagerly accepted the invitation,
and we began deeply frenching. Taylor wasn't like most girls I've
been with. She was a tiny girl, about 4'10" and weighed about 95
pounds. She was pretty much almost flat-chested , but for a girl
her size, she had a very nice juicy bubble butt. Taylor's tight
jeans showed off her ass and her cameltoe. I picked her up and
brought her to the bed, and after I laid her down, I began
removing her clothes until she was completely naked. I brought my
lips to a nipple, and my tongue flicked out. For somebody who had
tiny breasts, her nipples were ultra-sensitive. I remembered how
easy it was for her to cum just from nipple stimulation. "Ah, ah,
AH!" Taylor sighed explosively as I made love to her tiny tits. I
began sucking hard on her left nipple, and then my left hand
reached for her other nipple. I seized the nub of her erect left
nipple between thumb and forefinger, and I seized the nub of her
erect right nipple between my teeth. I bit down and pinched at
the same time. "AH! AH! AH! AIIIIEEEE!" Suddenly, Taylor cried
out. Her fists were beating against the bed as her climax tore
through her. Her juices flowed out. She wasn't much of a
squirter. I could smell her arousal.
I could take no more. I quickly stripped until I was as naked as
she was. Her eyes widened, and she smiled seductively as ten
inches of erect penis was before her eyes. I reached in my
suitcase and pulled out a shampoo bottle and a bottle of
Astroglide. The shampoo bottle was as long as my cock and
slightly bigger in diameter. I grabbed the bottle of Astroglide,
opened it, and squirted it on my penis. Then I placed a pillow in
the center of the bed and laid Taylor on the pillow belly-first.
Her sexy bubble butt poked up invitingly. I spread her sexy
cheeks apart, exposing her back door. I lined up the crown of my
cock with the wrinkled star of her anus. I began teasing her
vaginal entrance with the shampoo bottle. Then I shoved the
shampoo bottle in, and then my cock pressed
home."YIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Taylor threw her head back and shrieked
as yet another orgasm tore through her. I've always been amazed
at how fast she can reach orgasm. The last time we fucked, she
achieved eleven orgasms before I shot into her cunt. As Taylor
came down from her second orgasm, I began sliding my cock in and
out of her ass. Then Taylor's hand joined mine and helped me
slide the shampoo bottle in and out of her juicy cunt. The
shampoo bottle was soaked with her secretions. Then my hand left
the shampoo bottle and searched for her clitoris. I found it. It
was fully erect and standing up proud. I began frigging her stiff
pleasure bud, and when I sensed that she was close, I removed my
hand and pulled my cock completely out of her ass. "No, don't
pull out..." Taylor whined."Relax, babe," I said. I turned her
around so she was laying on her back. Then I brought my cock to
her gaping asshole and shoved myself back in to the
hilt."OOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOOEEEE!" Taylor threw her head back and
howled as yet another climax tore through her. I resumed pumping
my burning stiff cock in and out of her rectum. She pumped the
shampoo bottle in and out of her cunt faster and faster. Then I
grabbed the shampoo bottle with my left hand and while I pressed
it up to torture her G-spot, I seized her clit between my thumb
and index finger and pinched it hard. And suddenly, Taylor
exploded. "AAAAAAAOOOOOWWWWWWEEEEEEEE!" Taylor squinted her eyes
shut and threw her head back as the most intense orgasm of her
life sent her into fits of debilitating spasms. And for the first
time in her life, she squirted. Creamy, aromatic nectar shot
forcefully from her slit, shooting up high in an arc, hitting me
squarely in the face. I eagerly drank down her nectar. For
roughly a minute, Taylor squirted and squirted, drenching my face
until her spasms weakened and reducing her squirting to a mere
trickle.The taste of her juices, the smell of her arousal, and
the feeling of her rectum clamping down hard on my cock became
too much for me. I began pumping my cock in and out of her ass at
a feverish pace, and then I felt my nuts draw tight against my
body and my cock expand, and then I came. "AAAAAAH!" I cried out
as my own orgasm rocketed out of me. The first shot squirted deep
into her bowels. Five more explosive blasts of semen shot out,
and finally I was spent. I maneuvered ourselves without
disengaging myself from Taylor's ass until I was laying on my
back and Taylor was laying down on top of me. I ran my hands
slowly up and down her sweaty naked back and down to her ass. I
gently cupped each buttock and kneaded them lovingly."That
feels so nice," Taylor said in a daze. "I wish we could just do
this for the rest of our lives." Then she brought her lips to
mine, and we kissed deeply. My cock slipped out of her ass, and a
river of brown-tinted semen oozed out. I grabbed my underwear off
the bed and wiped my cock clean of the mess of semen and shit.
My previous relationship with Taylor was one of the most intense
relationships of my life. She was a freshman at a local
university. I had met her while I gave a lecture to her college's
computer classes, and later that night we ended up in my hotel
room with my hard cock buried in her tight cunt. It was that
night that I found out about her shampoo bottle fetish. We had
sex almost on a daily basis. We did everything from vaginal to
oral to even anal. One time, we almost got caught by her mom
Terri and her aunt Mindy. I had just brought Taylor home, and we
ended up fucking in the back seat of my car. Taylor was about to
reach her orgasm when she saw her mom and aunt approaching in her
mom's car. We disengaged and hurriedly put our clothes back on.
Taylor introduced me to her mom, and we had a pleasant
conversation about the college and Taylor's studies. But I got
bad vibes when I met her aunt Mindy. Mindy gave me a look of
somewhere between hate and suspicion. I always wondered if she
suspected Taylor and I of having a sexual relationship.
As we continued deeply kissing, I pulled the shampoo bottle out
of her juicy cunt and slowly massaged her gaping, leaking asshole
with the tip. My cock was coming back to life. I slowly slid the
shampoo bottle inside her ass until the tip remained. Taylor felt
my cock hardening all over again against her cunt. She began
hunching her cunt against my erect penis. When I was fully erect,
I lined the crown of my cock with her vagina; her vagina was
still gaping from the shampoo bottle fuck. I rolled us over so
that Taylor was once again laying on her back. My cock was sore
with desire. I had to have her. I wedged the crown of my cock
against her entrance, and then I pushed.
"AAAAAAAHIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Taylor squealed as the feeling of ten
inches of erect cock slowly filling her brought her to yet
another orgasm. I relished in the glorious feeling of her vagina
rippling and contracting down the length of my penis. I began
pumping my penis in and out of her sex. She seized her stiff
pleasure bud between her fingers and started masturbating
frantically. My left hand seized her erect right nipple and
pinched it, and her moans rose in volume and pitch until she
shrieked. "Aah! Aah! AAH! AAH! AAH! AAAAIIIIEEEEE!" Taylor
trembled violently as a climax smashed into her. Her cunt
fluttered down the entire length of my cock, and although it felt
exquisite, I was nowhere near orgasm. After Taylor's orgasm
subsided, I pressed the shampoo bottle up to rub it against my
cock through her rectal and vaginal walls. "AAAH! AAAH! AAAH!
AAAAAOOOWWEEEE!" Taylor screamed as her body trembled all over in
a violent orgasm. Still yet, I was not ready for my release.
Finally, I decided it was time. I reached into my pocket and
retrieved a popper and crushed it in my hand. The sharp, sweet
smell of amyl nitrate soaked the cloth. I thrust the popper under
her nose. Taylor inhaled the fumes, and in mere moments the
effects took hold. She began sweating profusely. She felt tiny
prickles all over her body. Her throbbing, burning stiff clitoris
flared like a torch between her fingers. And then my fingers left
her erect nipple only to join her hand. I seized her stiff
pleasure bud between my fingers, and I pinched it hard.
"EEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Taylor threw her
head back and squinted her eyes shut and let out a horrific
scream of pure, raw pleasure as she exploded in the most powerful
orgasm of her life. Hell, it was probably the most powerful
orgasm of anybody's life. Her entire body trembled violently as
her cunt spasmed around my cock. While in the middle of a
debilitating orgasm, I pressed the shampoo bottle up once again
to rub against my cock. "YIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" She screamed as a
second orgasm tore through her. Creamy, aromatic nectar squirted
from her cunt, drenching both of us in her juices.
The knowledge of bringing my ex-girlfriend Taylor to multiple
orgasms was too much for me. I felt my testes draw up right
against my body, and I felt my cock expand, and my cum spurted
hot and deep into her womb. "AAAIIIEEEEE! EEE! EEE! EEE!"
Taylor's head dropped down as she started to come down from her
orgasm, but the feeling of my scalding-hot jizz splashing against
her cervix caused her to throw her head back and scream as the
feeling of liquid heat spurting inside her triggered yet another
orgasm. Finally, we were spent. We collapsed in a cuddle, both of
us gulping for breath as if we both ran a mile. In the afterglow
of our lovemaking, we began lightly kissing. Then I heard my
phone ring. "No, don't answer it."
"I have to. I'm a businessman, you know," I said. I looked at the
caller ID. It was Steven. I answered the phone. "Hello?""Dude
you're not gonna believe this," Steven said with excitement in
his voice."Believe what?" I asked."Sean-Paul, we just got an
offer from a Cristian Hermann in Munich to buy our company...for
seventy-five BILLION dollars!" Holy fuck. Seventy five BILLION?!
"Plus he has friends in the media who can help us with
advertising and such! With this deal, we can be mainstream!" I
can't believe it. My dream of turning my company into a global
empire may be coming true."I'll take a flight to Manhattan
ASAP," I said. Then I hung up the phone. I got up and put on my
clothes. "Taylor, I'm sorry, but I have to get back to New York.
I just got an offer from somebody to buy my company for a
ridiculous amount of money."Aww shucks, and I was gonna let you
fuck my cunt again," she said. "But I'm happy for you! I'm sure
several thousand dollars will make you richer.""You mean
several billion dollars," I said with a wink."WHAT?!" Taylor
shouted in surprise."You just had sex with a billionaire," I
said. After Taylor got dressed, I drove her home. Her mom Terri
and her aunt Mindy were waiting. I got along great with Terri,
but Mindy was a bitch on wheels. I said my goodbyes, and I gave
Taylor a good-bye kiss. And of course, she had to snake her
tongue into my mouth. I broke the kiss and whispered into her
ear, "the next time we're together, I'll fuck you cunt again." As
I whispered those words into her ear, my hand drifted down and I
deliberately pressed my thumb against her cloth-covered clitoris.
I heard her catch her breath as pleasure temporarily washed
through her. Then we kissed once again, and I caught a glimpse of
Mindy giving me a death stare. "I think your aunt Mindy is
jealous," I said with a wink. I kissed Taylor one final time, and
I headed for the airport.I arrived in New York at about 9 PM. I
took a cab to my apartment building. I arrived at my door,
unlocked it, and entered my apartment. I turned on my desktop
computer and checked my email. Victoria sent me some lovely
photographs she took that day, and she wrote me a poem. I read
the poem, and I suddenly felt like a jackass for sleeping with
Taylor. Victoria's poem made me feel loved. This woman truly
loved me. And I knew that I loved her, but reuniting with Taylor
made me question my self-worth. I suddenly felt worthless of
Victoria's love. I had to do something. I called Taylor. "You
awake?" I asked."Yeah," Taylor said."Listen, this isn't easy
for me to say, but -""You don't have to say it, Sean-Paul.
You're in love with somebody else. I saw your relationship status
on Facebook. It's okay. I just want to thank you for loving
me.""You're welcome, Taylor. Maybe you can call your
ex-girlfriend Angelica and see if there's something still there."
We laughed together. "Good night, Tay.""Good night, Sean-Paul."
We hung up. I called Steven, and we set up a special board
meeting for tomorrow to discuss the buyout.
CHAPTER FIVE   CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE
Tomorrow, we were going to have a board meeting. It was going to
be the most important board meeting we've ever had in our eleven
years of existence. We started off in a nice office on the
thirteenth floor of WTC 1 just three months before 9/11. On 9/11,
we lost our friend Gregory, and the financial losses nearly
destroyed our company which was just in its infancy. We were
forced to relocate our operations to a shared apartment where I
still live to this day.After a long night's sleep, I woke up
about 7 AM. I was still a little tired, considering that I spent
yesterday flying to Kansas City and having hours of sex with my
ex-girlfriend Taylor. I forced myself to get out of bed, and I
went to the bathroom and took a cold shower. The shower was
invigorating and refreshing, and it helped me wake from my
grogginess. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and put on
some clothes and checked my email. I checked my email: nothing
important, and nothing from Victoria. I re-opened the last email
she sent me with the poem. I read the poem again, and my heart
warmed at the love and affection she poured out to me in her own
words.The poem made me realize what was important to my life:
Victoria. I had to put my past behind me in order to move
forward, and in order to move forward with Victoria, I had to put
my past with Taylor behind me. Then my phone rang. I checked the
caller ID. It was Taylor. "Hello?" I answered."Hey Sean-Paul,
you have a minute," Taylor asked."Actually, I have all day.
Today's gonna be a lazy day since I'm not doing business until
tomorrow.""Oh goodie! Meet us at La Guardia! We'll be landing
in about an hour! Bye!" Then Taylor hung up. What did she mean
byus? Oh dear God, I hope her aunt Mindy didn't find out about
our sexual relationship and was dragging Taylor here to confront
me...or worse. After all, Taylor was just seventeen when we first
met and fucked. I decided whatever it was, it had to be dealt
with. I was a responsible businessman, so I approached this as a
responsible businessman. I finished getting ready, and I left the
apartment and took a taxi to La Guardia.I arrived at La Guardia
about thirty minutes later. I hated waiting in a busy airport. I
decided to go to the Starbucks in the airport. I turned on my
phone and texted Taylor and told her I would be waiting for her
in Starbucks. I ordered a tall coffee, and I sat down and drank
the java juice as I waited for my ex to show up. I waited about
fifteen minutes. I looked out the window, and I saw a group of
people walk by. I saw a bunch of people wearing Kansas City
Royals memorabilia. I figured Taylor's plane had landed early. I
saw a fat hillbilly-looking guy wearing a Los Angeles Dodgers
uniform. He had scraggly hair, a receding hairline, and a full
beard which he dyed blue. Then I saw the name on the back of his
uniform: SEXTON. Oh dear God, it was that "Troy From West
Virginia" who made those creepy YouTube videos about his
man-crush on Joe Beimel. I felt sorry for him.
After he walked on by, I saw the door to Starbucks open up, and
then in walked Taylor and another girl. Taylor's companion was
slightly taller than her. I noticed that she was wearing a tight
t-shirt and tight blue jeans. Her breasts were definitely larger
than Taylor, and her hips and butt had more curviness than
Taylor's. I instinctively knew who it was from Taylor's Facebook
photos. I motioned for them to join my table. I got up and gave
Taylor a hug. I was much tallen than her 4'10" frame. I gave
Taylor a kiss on the cheek. "Welcome to New York City," I
said."Thanks," Taylor replied. I went to kiss her cheek again,
but she turned so that my lips landed squarely on her lips. We
broke the unintended liplock - well, I assume it was unintended -
and Taylor smiled at me and winked. I couldn't help but smile at
her. She was the hottest fuck I've ever been with. I felt my cock
harden as I visualized fucking my ex-girlfriend into countless
numbers of orgasms for the second straight day.Then I
remembered that she wasn't alone. "So," I said, "are you going to
introduce me to Angelica?"Taylor laughed. "Angelica, this is my
ex-boyfriend Sean-Paul." Angelica looked at me and drifted her
eyes up and down to look at me. Then her gaze fell down the
obvious bulge in my slacks. "Sean-Paul, this is Angelica...my
ex-girlfriend. Angelica, Sean-Paul is a billionaire." I looked
Angelica in the eyes. Holy fuck, she was gorgeous. Gorgeous dark
hair, beautiful brown eyes, creamy white skin, kissable rosy red
cheeks, and luscious lips which made her mouth look like a
delicate heart. Angelica was wearing a low-cut top which revealed
a generous portion of her breasts. I hurriedly returned my gaze
to her eyes. I saw the blush in her cheeks grow.I turned away
from Angelica and looked at Taylor. Her face was flushed as well.
"Let's get a hotel somewhere," I said."Okay," Taylor replied.
We got in the taxi and got a luxurious hotel suite at the Plaza
Hotel. After we arrived in the hotel room, Taylor threw her arms
around my neck and pulled herself up so she could wrap her legs
around my waist. And then she pulled my head closer to hers until
our lips finally met. I had just officially broken up with her
last night, but here we were giving in to our passion once again.
My cock was throbbing as I slid my hands underneath her shirt.
She shivered as my fingernails dragged slowly down her back. And
then I moved my hands around. I felt her already-taut stomach
clench as I dragged my fingers up her belly. And then I reached
her tiny breasts."Aah!" Taylor broke the kiss and moaned as my
fingers began teasing her erect nipples. She began hunching her
denim-covered cunt against my belt buckle at a feverish pace. I
had never known anybody as sexually-charged as Taylor. For most
women, nipple stimulation was mere foreplay. But for Taylor, it
was a vehicle for orgasms. I had never known any woman who
reaches orgasms as quickly and as often as Taylor. She wanted to
cum. I could sense it. I laid her down on the bed and quickly
stripped her until she was completely naked. My cock was aching.
I brought my lips to her right nipple and gently bit down.
"AAAAIIIEEEEE!" Taylor cried out as my oral stimulation of her
erect nub drove her to a quick climax. I looked down at her cunt.
She was soaked.I could smell the sweet scent of Taylor's
growing arousal. It was intoxicating and erotic. I thought I
shoud include Angelica in the fun. I looked at the dark-haired
beauty. "Hey Angelica, wanna make her squirt?""She can squirt?"
Angelica asked with surprise in her eyes. "Holy fuck yes, I wanna
see that!""Then go to the bathroom and grab a shampoo bottle,"
I said. Angelica ran to the bathroom and returned with a shampoo
bottle. It was the exact shape and size of the one I used on
Taylor yesterday for countless hours. I quickly stripped out of
my clothes. Angelica gasped out loud, and her eyes widened as ten
inches of erect cock were before her eyes. "Watch this," I said.
Then I pressed the crown of my cock against her vaginal opening,
and then I shoved myself in."AAAAIIIIEEEEE!" Taylor threw her
head back and howled as another orgasm crashed into her. I began
fucking my cock in and out of Taylor's spasming quim, and then I
pulled out completely. I took the shampoo bottle from Angelica. I
pulled myself out of her cunt; she was still in the middle of an
intense climax. I pressed my erection against the wrinkled star
of Taylor's anus. I pressed the shampoo bottle at the gaping
entrance to her womanhood. And then, I shoved both in to the
hilt. "AAAAAOOOOOWWWWEEEEEEE!" Taylor howled as her orgasm was
suddenly interrupted by a stronger, more powerful orgasm. Her
entire body trembled violently as the climax swept her away into
an inner sanctum between parallel universes.I glanced at
Angelica. She was panting. The flush in her face had spread down
to her cleavage. Her nipples were erect and pushing against the
thin fabric of her tight white top. "Ready to see her squirt," I
asked Angelica."Uh huh, uh HUH," she moaned as she began
rubbing her cunt through her jeans."Okay, you asked for it," I
said.Then I began pumping. "Awww fuck," Taylor gasped as I
began pumping my cock in and out of her ass. She was burning hot
inside while pumping the shampoo bottle in and out of her tight
pussy. The only sounds in the room were my rapid, wet penetration
of Taylor, and with Angelica's moans of excitement as she
pleasured herself through her clothes, it was a sweet melody.
Suddenly, Angelica joined in on the fun. She fastened her mouth
on Taylor's mouth. They began kissing wildly. Angelica's hands
drifted down until they found Taylor's erect nipples. She seized
each nipple between her fingers and gave them a hard pinch. Then
I pressed the shampoo bottle down so it would rub against my cock
through her vaginal and rectal walls. "Ahh, ahh, AHH, AHH, AHH,
AHH, AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Taylor broke their kiss and
screamed as her entire body was seized by yet another orgasm. Her
nervous system was overwhelmed with orgasm.The feeling of
Taylor's rectum twisting and clenching around me was maddening
torture, but I was determined to hold off until Taylor reached
squirting euphoria. I looked at Angelica. "Let's make her squirt!
Get up here so you can drink her cum!" Angelica got up and joined
me. As soon as she reached me. I thought she was going to throw
her arms around me and pull me in for a hot kiss. But all she did
was wink at me, and with that, I went for the kill. I pressed the
shampoo bottle up to torture Taylor's G-spot, and then I seized
her stiff clitoris between my fingers and pinched
hard."EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"
Taylor threw her head back and screamed out her release. Tears
spilled from her eyes as she was seized by the most ultimate form
of pleasure. Spasm after spasm after glorious spasm sent her into
violent fits. And her sweet, delicious nectar squirted out. Her
tasty, tangy fluids shot high in an arc. Angelica and I eagerly
drank down Taylor's essence for well over a minute.The feeling
of Taylor's asshole as it clamped down hard around my cock was
nearly too much. I had other plans for my release. I pulled out
and laid down with her. My cock was liberally coated with fecal
matter. I got my underwear and wiped my cock clean. I brought my
head down to Taylor's, and we began kissing. Finally, I whispered
into her ear. "I think Angelica's cunt is lonely.""I bet it is
too," Taylor replied.I looked up to Angelica. "Want me to make
you squirt," I asked her."I-I-I-I c-c-c-can't," she said."Why
not?" I asked."Because she's not into guys," Taylor suddenly
piped out.Ohhh. That explains it. Taylor's bisexual, but
Angelica is 100% lesbian. And she's a damn hot lesbian, too.
"Well, you can still join in on the fun. Taylor can eat
you.""O-o-okay," Angelica replied. Angelica stripped out of her
clothes. Holy fuck, her body was amazing. She sat down on
Taylor's face and began grinding her cunt on Taylor's mouth.
Taylor began sucking and licking on her ex-girlfriend's juicy
cunt. Like Taylor, Angelica was completely shaven. And I noticed
Angelica's erect clitoris. It was quite large, one of the largest
I've ever seen. "Yes, yes, yes!" Angelica sighed explosively as
Taylor began sucking hard on the engorged button.Damn this was
hot. I couldn't help but join in. I positioned myself so that my
cock was pressing against Taylor's gaping cunt. And then I
pushed. "UUMMPH!" She gasped at the sudden penetration."AHH!"
Angelica cried out as Taylor's muffled cries of pleasure vibrated
around her engorged clitoris. Angelica closed her eyes, parted
her lips, and began bucking her hips as her ex-girlfriend's mouth
was driving her to her own release. The flush spread all over
Angelica's body. Her erect nipples looked oh so inviting. I don't
care if she's not into guys. I couldn't help myself. "AAIII!"
Angelica cried out as I began tweaking her stiff nipples with my
fingers. She half-opened her eyes and looked right at me. And
then suddenly she threw her arms around me, pulled me in close,
and brought my lips to hers. We began kissing hot and deep. And
then I grabbed the shampoo bottle. It was still liberally coated
with Taylor's cunt juices. I brought the shampoo bottle to
Taylor's gaping asshole and shoved it in to the hilt and pressed
it upwards so it would rub against my
cock."OOOoooOOOOOUUUMMMPPPHHHH!" Taylor's cry of release was
muffled by her ex-girlfriend's cunt. Taylor spasmed violently as
she was seized by an intense climax. Her juices shot out,
drenching myself and Angelica in her hot, wet
offerings.Taylor's screams of pleasure acted as a vibrator
against Angelica's clitoris. I knew Angelica was past the point
of no return. I brought my hands back to her stiff nipples and
pinched them hard. It was too much.
"OOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOOoooOOOOOOEEEEEEEEE!" Suddenly, she broke our
kiss and threw her head back and cried out as she had an orgasm
of her own. She squinted her eyes as spasm after spasm tore
through her.The entire situation was finally too much for me. I
began thrusting hotter and faster in and out of Taylor's cunt,
and for the first time ever in our sexual relationship, I managed
to push the head of my cock into her cervix and slid all the way
into her womb. "AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEE!" Taylor
screamed as the sensation of my cock penetrating her cervix
brought on yet another debilitating orgasm. The sudden tightness
of Taylor's spasming cervix triggered my orgasm. "AAAAHHHHH!" I
shouted as spurt after spurt of semen shot directly into her
uterus. Taylor spasmed again as the liquid heat heightened her
orgasm until finally all three of us were spent.We collapsed on
the bed. This was the wildest fuck I've ever been a part of. We
relaxed for hours. Finally, we began talking about things. And
then I asked Taylor a question. "Angelica isn't your
ex-girlfriend. She's your girlfriend, isn't she?""Yeah," she
replied."So why did you want me to meet Angelica?""Well,"
Angelica said, "she wanted me to meet you because we want to get
married and have our own children, but we cannot afford dealing
with sperm donors. She wanted me to meet the biological father of
her child.""And I'm ovulating right now," Taylor said.Wow.
All this just to get Taylor knocked up. "Well, you got the best
sperm donor, and it didn't cost you anything," I said with a
hearty laugh. Angelica and Taylor laughed along with me. And then
we got dressed. I took Angelica and Taylor to La Guardia so they
could fly back home. Both gave me deep kisses before they boarded
their plane.As I watched their plane take off for Kansas City,
I began thinking. My biological child may be growing inside
Taylor right now. I began to wonder what it would be like to have
children of my own, and to have a family.My relationship with
Taylor finally had closure. It was over. Now nothing would stop
me from being with Victoria.I hailed a taxi and asked the
cabbie to drive me to my apartment building. I went up the
elevator, and I walked to my door. Suddenly, I had a bad vibe
flowing through me. I grabbed the door handle and turned it. It
was unlocked. That was odd. I never leave my apartment without
locking the door, even if I leave for just a few minutes. I
hesitantly turned the door knob and slowly opened the door. And
when I walked inside, it hit me like a ton of bricks.My
apartment was a mess. My furniture was turned over. My desktop
monitor was smashed to pieces. My TV suffered the same fate.
Fortunately, it looked like my MacBook was left unharmed. I
opened my MacBook, and then I noticed that somebody had written
on my screen with a permanent marker:  KRAUT FUCKER  DIE
MOTHERFUCKING PIG  - YOU KNOW WHOI had a feeling who would do
this. Suddenly, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID. It was
Lanisha. I answered the phone. "Lanisha?""Hello, lover," she
said. The inflection in her voice made me feel uneasy. "Hope you
loved the message I left you on Facebook." Then she hung up. I
opened the Facebook app on my phone and saw that Lanisha had
re-added me as a friend on Facebook and that I had confirmed the
friendship. I knew it. She was the one who did this. She had to
have gotten into my computer and onto my Facebook account and do
God knows what with it. Then I noticed my content notification
reminder. I clicked on it, and it said:  Lanisha LaPraix
commented on your changed relationship status: IF I CAN'T HAVE
YOU, NOBODY CANOh sweet fucking Jesus. I sat down and called
the police. After a fifteen minute wait, NYPD detectives showed
up, and I showed them everything. They took photos. They had to
take my MacBook as evidence. I felt unsafe in my own apartment.
Then I remembered that I still hadn't checked out of my hotel
room at the Plaza Hotel, so I packed some clothes in an overnight
suitcase and left for the hotel. I called Steven and told him
that the board meeting would be delayed because of personal
issues. Once I arrived, I fixed a hard drink and fell asleep
fast.
CHAPTER SIX   THE JOURNEY BEGINS
I had a restless sleep. I kept having bad dreams about Lanisha
coming after me and Victoria. The last bad dream was horrifying.
It was so bad that I was unable to go back to sleep. I looked at
the clock. It was 3:14 AM. I turned on the late-night news to
catch up on current events and business news. I hoped I would be
okay for our board meeting later today. I decided that I would be
more productive in my office. I left my apartment and rode the
elevator down and hailed a taxi and had him drive me to our
company's headquarters.I have felt unsafe since Lanisha broke
in my apartment three weeks ago and hacked into my computer and
posted threatening messages on my Facebook. I haven't heard from
Victoria since our last phone call. I was beginning to wonder if
Lanisha sent any threatening messages to Victoria. I heard police
sirens on my way to my business. It's a shame that I don't feel
safe living in a Park Place apartment.Once I arrived at my
business, I knocked on the door. The night security guard
recognized me and let me in. I rode the elevator to the tenth
floor where my offices and the board room were located. I headed
straight for my office, fixed a pot of coffee, and buried myself
in paper work. I checked my email, and I noticed an email from
Cristian Hermann. In his email, he stated that he was an investor
who was looking to purchase our company and use his marketing
influence to take our company to new levels. Part of his business
strategy involved extensive advertising campaigns, an online
media presence, and a "cool look."I got on my Facebook and
checked for any contact from Victoria. I was still feeling guilty
for cheating on her with Taylor. But I knew that to move forward
with Victoria, I had to put my past with Taylor behind me. I was
getting ready to close my browser when I got a message from
Taylor:  Taylor O'Hare: Call me. I have something important to
tell you. :)I got my phone out and called Taylor. She answered
after the first ring. "Hello?" she answered."Hey Taylor," I
said. "Haven't heard from you in a while.""Same here,
Sean-Paul. I've been busy with a lot of things.""So," I said,"
how's Angelica?""She's fine," Taylor replied. "She's in bed.
Anyway, did you get my message on Facebook?""The message where
you said you have something important to talk about?" I
asked."Yeah," she replied. "I'm pregnant."Oh wow. I was going
to be a father. "I'm very happy for you, Taylor. Just make me a
promise.""Anything," Taylor said."Just take very good care of
my kid," I said, "and if you ever need any financial assistance,
I'll gladly help. After all, a father's supposed to spoil their
kids from time to time." We had a hearty laugh. "I'm really glad
we got a chance to talk. I'm not in a very good mood.""What's
wrong?" Taylor asked."I haven't heard from Victoria in three
weeks, and my ex-girlfriend Lanisha broke in my apartment and
posted threats on my Facebook page.""Oh wow," Taylor said. "I
hope they get her.""I'm just worried that she said something to
Victoria and maybe that's why Victoria hasn't talked lately," I
said. "Tay, I can't live without Victoria. I don't know what -" -
then my phone beeped. I checked the caller ID. It was the NYPD
4th Precinct. "Tay, I have to hang up, the cops are calling. I'll
talk to you later.""Okay, bye," Taylor said."Bye hun," I
said. Then I hit the send button. "This is Sean-Paul
DeCraig.""Mr. DeCraig, this is Detective Dunne. We just
arrested your ex-girlfriend Lanisha LaPraix on those charges you
filed. Will you come to the station and identify her?""Sure,
I'll be there ASAP." I hung up and left. I hailed a taxi and rode
to the 4th Precinct. I went in and walked up to the secretary and
told her that Detective Dunne wanted to see me. She paged the
cop, and five minutes later I was met by a balding Jewish man
wearing a suit."Mr. DeCraig, I'm Detective Philip Dunne, NYPD.
Follow me, please." I followed Dunne up a flight of stairs. Once
we reached the top of the stairs, we walked down a hallway until
we reached his office. We entered, and he closed the door. "Have
a seat, please." I sat down. Dunne pulled out a newspaper from
three years ago and showed me an article. It was an article about
a wealthy lawyer named Lawrence Hastings who was found dead in
his apartment. I read further into the article, and then I saw
the name of his girlfriend who apparently found him: Lanisha
LaPraix."Holy shit," I calmly stated."Yeah, we recently
reopened the case and found evidence that suggests that he was
murdered. And when we reviewed Ms. LaPraix's interrogation
footage, we got suspicious. So we got the fingerprints from your
laptop, and we ran them against the fingerprints that we found at
the Hastings crime scene. They matched up."Sweet Jesus. Not
only had I been fucking Shepard Smith's sloppy seconds, but I was
also fucking a crazy ass murderer. "Are you saying that Lanisha
murdered Lawrence Hastings?""No, we're not saying it," said
Dunne. "She's saying it. She just confessed. Consider yourself
lucky, Mr. DeCraig. You would have been her next victim. We need
to get a statement from you." I spent nearly an hour giving a
statement to Dunne. After I was done, I got ready to leave, but
something told me that I had to confront Lanisha."I want to see
Lanisha," I said."Okay," Dunne said. Dunne walked me to the
interrogation room. I saw Lanisha sitting with a female cop. I
was looking at a murderer who could have murdered me in the
future. I felt sick to my stomach. Dunne opened the door. Lanisha
turned around and saw me. Her expression was emotionless. I
couldn't stand looking at her any longer. I left the room, and
Dunne walked out with me to the street. "I'm sorry, Sean-Paul."
"It's not your fault," I said. "In fact, you saved my life
again."
"What do you mean?" Dunne asked.
"Do you remember telling a punk kid in Brooklyn to clean his act
up before he ended up in jail or in the morgue?" I replied.
Dunne looked at me, and then he grinned. "That was you?"
"It sure was," I said.
"Wow," he simply stated. "I'll be a son of a bitch. I thought
you'd end up being another statistic. But you actually took my
advice. And now look where you are. You were on the brink of
disaster, and you became a success. I'm proud of you, Sean-Paul,"
he said as he patted me on the back.
"I'll never forget you, Detective," I said. We shook hands, and I
hailed a taxi and went back to company headquarters.
Once I arrived, I noticed that business was moving along. I got
to my office and paged Steven to meet me here. A couple minutes
later, Steven arrived. "Hey buddy," I said with less enthusiasm
than I usually have.Steven noticed that something was wrong.
"What's wrong, Sean-Paul?""Other than the fact that I was
fucking and dating a crazy woman who murdered her former husband
and that my girlfriend Victoria hasn't talked to me in three
weeks, everything's fine," I said with sarcasm. "I gotta get out
of the city, man. It feels like it's closing in on me.""You can
always move to the countryside like Eddie Albert did in Green
Acres," he said. I don't know why, but for some reason, I let out
the most hearty laugh I've let out in a long time. It actually
alleviated my stress."Shit, you'll never catch me doing that,"
I said. Then I remembered Victoria lived in a small town in
Germany. It wasn't quite as small as Hooterville, but it was
small and quaint. Hmm. Maybe living in a small town wouldn't be
so bad - as long as it was Victoria's town. "So anyway, let's set
up a board meeting.""There's no need, dude," Steven said. "Mr.
Hermann has requested that you personally come to Munich to
discuss the business deal. And Sean-Paul, we've read the details
of the proposed buyout. We would be fools to pass this up. I'm
asking you not only as your business partnet, but also as your
friend. Go to Munich.""Okay," I said. I left and headed home. I
gathered some clothes, my MacBook, and my pasport, and I had
Steven call for a plane ticket. I hailed a taxi and went to La
Guardia. I waited nearly half an hour for my flight to arrive.
When it finally arrived, I made my way to the terminal, turned in
my ticket, went through security, and finally made my way to the
plane.Once I arrived at my seat, I looked out the window. It
was a bright sunny day with clear blue skies. It looked
beautiful. I never took the time to admire nature while in
Manhattan. I saw a family with a little boy making their way past
me, and out of the corner of my eye I saw then sit right behind
me. Then the plane took off, and I was on my way to
Munich.About halfway across the Atlantic Ocean, I got my
MacBook out and checked my Facebook. I had a message from
Victoria:  Victoria Khler: I love you. <3I smiled. I got
ready to reply to her message with an "I love you too," but then
my MacBook shut off. God dammit, I forgot to charge the battery.
And to make matters worse, the kid sitting right behind me was
screaming his head off and began kicking the back of my seat. I
asked a flight attendant for two beers, and I gulped them down in
no time at all and went right to sleep. I woke up to find out
that the kid had fallen asleep. Thank God.After the plane
landed, I got a rental car and got a map. I thought before I go
to meet Mr. Hermann, I would try to find Victoria. I found it on
a map. It wasn't too far! I put on my sunglasses, got in the car,
and drove for Ansbach. I made it to the city limits when all of a
sudden the car started sputtering before it slowed down and
eventually stopped on a stretch of country highway. Then I
grabbed my cellphone to call for assistance, but it was like I
wasn't getting any service. I got out and saw a three-story
house. I decided to walk up to the house and ask to use their
phone.THE END


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