As the evening unfolded, the warm glow of the chandeliers cast a golden hue over the elegantly dressed guests, creating an atmosphere of opulence and celebration. Jake and the girls gradually drifted apart, each blending into the lively crowd of partygoers. Jake soon found himself ensnared by his stepfather's business associates, their conversations a monotonous drone that seemed to stretch on interminably. He cradled his champagne flute delicately in one hand, the bubbles dancing up to the surface as he took measured sips. As he feigned interest in the boring conversation, his eyes roved the room, searching the sea of faces for his companions.
Emily had drawn in a small circle of older male admirers, their eyes fixed on her as she mesmerized them with lively tales that sent ripples of hearty laughter through the group. Her animated expressions painted vivid pictures in the air, and the occasional light touch of her hand on an arm or a stroke of a cheek added a personal connection, keeping them utterly enthralled. Franklin hovered nearby, his gaze rarely leaving her figure.
Rachel glided through the bustling crowd with effortless grace, her emerald dress catching the light and shimmering with every step. She paused occasionally to admire the artwork on display or engage in brief, lively conversations with other guests. Several times, she vanished from sight entirely, only to reemerge moments later, appearing in another section of the room as if by magic, her presence continually captivating those around her.
Jessica was engaged in what appeared to be an intense conversation with Victoria near one of the massive fireplaces. The older woman's initial frostiness seemed to have thawed slightly as Jessica gestured toward a nearby painting, clearly discussing its provenance with impressive knowledge.
Jake politely extracted himself from yet another tedious conversation about stock portfolios and navigated his way toward the bar. On his way, he was intercepted by Klara, the server woman with the ponytail, who greeted him with a professional smile. “May I take your glass, sir?” she inquired, gracefully taking the empty crystal flute from his hand. As she did so, she subtly leaned in closer, pressing a small, hard object into his palm and murmured, “Edmond Dantés.”
Jake’s eyes glazed over, a distant look overtaking his face as his fingers curled tightly around the object. He turned and casually strolled out of the bustling hall, making his way along a series of hallways to his stepfather’s private office. Upon reaching the heavy mahogany door, he tapped a sequence of numbers into the numerical pad positioned just above the ornate brass handle. The lock clicked softly in acknowledgment, and with a gentle push, he slipped inside. The office was a sanctuary of deep leather and polished wood, the air tinged with the faint scent of old books. Jake shut the door with a quiet thud and engaged the lock before turning on the lights.
Jake mindlessly made his way to the set of French doors that led to a quaint exterior courtyard and located the small glowing keypad next to the door. Pressing a few buttons, he disarmed the alarm monitoring the door and turned the knob on the deadbolt, feeling a slight click as it unlocked.
He next made his way to Franklin’s desk and tapped the spacebar on the keyboard to wake the computer, the monitor coming to life. The screen displayed an image of a naked young brunette woman, wearing glasses, stretched out languidly on a bed.
Jake located the USB port and inserted the object he was given into the slot, a small red light glowed at the end of the USB stick. He stared blankly at the screen as a series of pop-up boxes appeared one after another, their windows rapidly scrolling through lines of indecipherable code before quickly vanishing. After a tense moment, the monitor began to display a comprehensive list of personal, business, and charity bank and brokerage accounts. With methodical precision, each account balance dwindled to zero as funds and holdings were swiftly transferred to untraceable offshore accounts. When the small LED on the end of the stick switched to green, Jake removed the device and robotically left the room, flicking off the lights and locking the door behind him.
Jake wandered back to the party with a vacant, zombie-like gaze, clutching the USB stick in his hand. As he stepped into the lively, bustling room, vibrant with laughter and the clinking of glasses, he was immediately approached by Klara. She gracefully exchanged the USB stick for a delicate flute of champagne and leaned in to softly whisper, “Monsieur Zaccone.” The mention of the name jolted Jake’s consciousness back into sharp focus, causing him to blink several times and shake his head slightly, as if to dispel the fog clouding his mind. Observing his momentary disorientation, Klara asked with a hint of concern, “Are you alright, sir?”
Jake focused on the server and smiled, "Yes, thank you. Just a bit…” his words trailed off, and he took a sip of the champagne, savoring its crisp effervescence as his mind cleared completely. The strange moment of disorientation quickly faded away like a half-remembered dream.
—oOo—
Rachel had just finished up a dance with an older gentleman, whose hands wandered more than they should, when she noticed the server with the ponytail approaching Jake and taking his champagne flute. Knowing that was her cue, she politely excused herself with a practiced smile, though not without receiving another unwelcome squeeze on her bottom. Her eyes scanned the room, noting that Jessica was deep in conversation with Victoria, while Franklin appeared completely absorbed in watching Emily's every move.
Quietly slipping out through the front door, Rachel felt the evening air wrap around her as she made her way up the long, winding drive. The shadowy trees above her whispered secrets in the gentle breeze as the moon cast a silvery glow over the landscape. Her heels clicked softly against the pavement as she approached the guardhouse. The structure stood silhouetted against the night sky, a single warm light glowing from within. Through the window, she could see Marcus, still on duty, his attention fixed on a small monitor. She tried the knob on the rear door of the building and found it unlocked.
Silently, Rachel eased through the doorway, closing it softly behind her. She found herself in a dim, cramped space with a locker, narrow table, quietly humming mini-refrigerator, and a small microwave. She carefully stepped out of her shoes, feeling the cool floor tiles beneath her feet. With a fluid motion, she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting the silky fabric glide over her skin and cascade in a shimmering pool at her feet. Slipping out of her green thong panties, she moved towards the front of the building.
Marcus nearly jumped out of his skin, his heart racing, when Rachel’s melodious voice suddenly cut through the silence from behind him. His head snapped around at the noise and his dark, brown eyes widened at the sight before him. Rachel stood in the opening, completely naked, her porcelain skin glowing in the dim light of the guardhouse.
"Remember me?" she purred, moving toward him with feline grace.
Marcus swiveled in his chair and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "Miss, you shouldn't be in here," he managed, though his eyes betrayed him, hungrily taking in every curve of her nude form.
Rachel smiled, closing the distance and positioning herself between his legs. “I couldn't stop thinking about you," she whispered, reaching out to remove his cap and placing it on her head. She reached down and pressed her palm against the growing bulge in his uniform pants. "Couldn’t stop thinking about how much I want your big black cock inside my tiny, little pussy.”
His resistance completely crumbled as she leaned forward, her small breasts brushing against his face. "I’m… I’m on duty," he protested weakly, even as his large hands moved to cup her ass and his tongue flicked out to tease a hardened nipple.
"I think it's time for your break,” she giggled, before sinking to her knees and deftly unbuckling his belt.
Marcus lifted his hips off the seat as Rachel tugged his pants and underwear down to his ankles, his dark, thick erection springing free. She gasped appreciatively at the sight, wrapping her delicate fingers partially around his girth.
"Oh my God," she murmured, her blue eyes wide with a combination of desire and slight fear as she stared at the biggest cock she had ever seen.
She leaned forward, her blonde hair cascading over his thighs as she stretched her lips and took the bulbous head into her mouth. Marcus groaned, his big hands gripping the armrests of his chair, knuckles lightening as Rachel worked her magic, her tongue swirling around the swollen head as both hands pumped the ebony shaft.
"Oh, Lord Jesus," he gasped, one hand moving to cradle the back of her head, his security cap still perched jauntily atop her golden locks.
Rachel hummed with satisfaction as she took him as deep as she could, her small hands stroking and twisting his veiny shaft in perfect rhythm with her mouth. Wet sucking and slurping sounds filled the small room as she blew him with increasing fervor, saliva coating his shaft as she bobbed her head faster, gagging and almost retching when he struck the back of her throat.
"Fuck, baby girl," Marcus groaned, his hips beginning to thrust upward involuntarily. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up."
Rachel pulled back, her lips parting with a wet, audible pop as she released him. She cast a quick glance at the wall clock before she stood up, her breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling with the apparent intensity of her arousal. Turning around, she firmly gripped the edge of the security console, her fingers curling tightly around it, and provocatively thrust her ass outwards. "Eat my pussy," she insisted in a sultry, commanding tone as she examined the layout of the console.
Marcus swiftly kicked off his shoes, the thud of each hitting the floor echoing in the small space, and hurriedly stripped off the rest of his clothes. With determination, he shoved the chair, sending it gliding smoothly on its casters across the wooden floor until it crashed with a loud bang into the corner of the room. With a sense of urgency, he swiftly knelt behind Rachel, his strong, dark hands wrapping around her soft, creamy thighs with a firm yet gentle grip.
Burying his face deep between Rachel's supple ass cheeks, Marcus’s tongue eagerly parted her delicate, moist folds. She moaned softly, her eyes actively scanning the security monitors, while his broad, warm tongue lapped at her smooth, bald pussy. Locating a small, illuminated red button below the row of monitors, marked with the letters REC above it, she wailed, “Oh fuck yes, lick my pussy,” as she depressed the button, causing it to go dark.
On one screen, she saw the headlights of an approaching car flash twice. Pushing her hips back into Marcus’s face, craving more contact, she observed the car turn onto the drive and approach the gate. "Oh God, right there," she gasped genuinely as Marcus's tongue found her clit, her body pulsing with pleasure, her hips bucking reflexively. Panting loudly, she reached over and pressed the button causing the gate to swing quietly open on its well-oiled hinges. Rachel watched as a black town car, matching the ones used by the Bowers, slipped by the guardhouse, Margaret giving her a subtle nod from the driver’s seat as it passed. Rachel screamed out again, her legs starting to quiver, as she closed the gate.
Marcus's nose was pressed into her ass as he continued to devour her cunt, his tongue delving deep inside her before flicking rapidly across her swollen clit. Rachel moaned loudly, putting on a show while watching the town car disappear up the winding drive toward the mansion. She reached back and grabbed his head, grinding against his face with one hand as she pressed the small red button to resume recording with the other. Now that her tasks were complete, Rachel just wanted to get fucked.
"I need that big cock inside me," she gasped, her voice husky with genuine arousal.
Marcus rose to his feet, his towering form casting a shadow over the room. He grasped his massive, pulsating erection, veins throbbing with urgent desire. His voice was a low, primal growl, "I’m gonna fuck you good, baby girl," he declared, slapping her pale, smooth ass cheeks with the length of his cock.
Rachel positioned herself with deliberate slowness, spreading her legs wider as she bent further over the cool, smooth console. Her tone sultry innocence, "Fuck my tiny pink pussy," she pleaded, looking back at him with eyes glazed with lust, her pupils dilated with wanton need.
Marcus maneuvered himself behind her, his muscular body towering over her delicate frame. The large, swollen head of his cock nudged against her slick, glistening entrance, a stark contrast of his dark, rigid flesh against her soft, yielding pinkness. With a gentle yet firm push, he slowly began to penetrate her tight, velvety channel. A long, drawn-out moan escaped Rachel's lips, her body trembling as she accepted him, her inner walls clenching around his invading thickness.
"Oh my God," she whimpered, blue eyes widening, bracing herself against the edge of the console as her pussy lips stretched to accommodate him. "So… fucking… big," she cried, her voice wavering in a combination of pleasure and pain.
Marcus's hands clamped onto her hips, fingers pressing firmly into her soft flesh. He guided his length into her, slowly, deliberately, his gaze fixed on her pale body stretching to accept his dark, rigid shaft. The mesmerizing sight caused him to groan from deep within his chest. "Yeah, girl, you gonna take all my cock," he growled, his voice a low, primal rumble.
"Yes, yes, give it to me," Rachel sighed as Marcus inched deeper inside, her small frame shuddering with each short thrust. Her pale fingers gripped the console edge tighter, biting her lower lip as she struggled to accommodate his impressive size.
Marcus moved with surprising tenderness, despite his stature and strength. His large hands traversed the curves of her body, pausing to fondle her small, pert breasts as he leaned over her. "Baby, I’m gonna ruin your little white girl pussy," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck.
Rachel's eyes fluttered closed as pleasure began to eclipse the initial discomfort. Her body yielded to him, inner muscles relaxing as he established a steady, insistent rhythm. "Uh huh, uh huh," she grunted, pushing back against him. "Give me that black cock."
Marcus needed no further encouragement. His hands moved back to her hips as he began to drive forward with increasing force and speed. His massive cock plunged deeper with each thrust, filling her completely. The guardhouse was filled with the raw, animalistic sounds of fucking—the sharp slap of skin, Rachel's high-pitched squeals and Marcus's deep, guttural groans. The air around them became thick with the scent of arousal and sweat.
"Oh god, yes!" Rachel cried out, no longer needing to fake ecstasy as her body surrendered to raw, throbbing euphoria. Waves of intense stimulation washed over her, each thrust sending shockwaves of sensation through her core. Her small breasts bounced with each impact, her body rocking forward against the console. The pressure was building up deep within her as Marcus kept hammering away. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed, throwing her head back, Marcus’s cap tumbling to the floor, her words urging him to pound into her more savagely.
An instinctual desire overtook Marcus as he drove harder and faster, the relentless force of his thrusts lifting Rachel onto her toes. "Fuck, bitch," he groaned, marveling at the way her slick pink pussy stretched and gripped his member, yielding beneath his relentless assault. Her pale skin was flushed with arousal, a sheen of sweat covering her entire body. Marcus growled like a beast, slamming into her with feral abandon. The console rattled beneath the intensity of their coupling, while Rachel's hands moved frantically over the surface in a vain attempt to brace herself.
The guardhouse reverberated with the urgency of their fucking, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing off the hardwood floor and polished oak paneling, their mingled cries adding to the cacophony of lust as they abandoned themselves to the hedonistic frenzy. "Cum for me, baby girl," Marcus grunted, the strain in his voice revealing how close he was himself. "Cum all over my big black cock." Rachel's response was an incoherent wail of partial words and sounds, her entire body shuddering and her inner walls spasming wildly around his pistoning cock as she climaxed.
"Fuuuccckkk!" she shrieked, her voice echoing with pure ecstasy, completely enveloped in the intoxicating sensations coursing through her. She pushed back against Marcus’s brutal thrusts with abandon, each movement igniting new bursts of rapture. Her spasming pussy gripped him frantically, feeling stretched beyond its limits as it quivered and contracted around his massive cock.
Rachel's orgasm rolled on like a tidal wave, each crest more potent than the last, leaving her breathless, spent, and utterly consumed. Strangled cries spilled from her lips, her lithe body trembling under Marcus's savage, relentless pounding. Each thrust sent fresh tremors through her overstimulated core, an intensity that left her gasping and nearly incoherent with desperate pleasure.
Marcus felt her wet cunt tightening and releasing in rapid succession over his thick member, the squeezing intensity of it bringing him to the brink of his own release. The primitive need to impregnate her with his seed surged through him, his hands grasping her hips even tighter as he lost himself in the sensation of the slick, wet heat of her clutching pussy. His powerful legs and ass muscles flexed and bunched as he slammed into her with hard, brutal force, his wild grunts filling the space. He had never been with a woman this unrestrained, completely given over to lust. It pushed him to the edge, the sight of her trembling body and the feel of her hot, greedy cunt milking him sent him into a fierce, frenzied pace. With a final, ruthless thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and let go, the eruption of cum deep inside her leaving him breathless.
Rachel screamed, arching her back, the raw ecstasy of another climax blasting through her. Rachel rode the waves of her orgasm, her pussy clamping and releasing in time with each pulse of Marcus's cock as he emptied himself in deep, shuddering spurts. It was too much, too intense, her outstretched body convulsing beautifully as she let out a series of desperate, babbling cries. Her legs shook and threatened to give way beneath her, but Marcus held her firm, pulling her soft ass tightly against him. His low groan mixed with her sharp, ecstatic wails as her pussy milked him dry, squeezing and gripping as the last tremors subsided.
Completely spent, Rachel collapsed across the security desk, motionless except for the ragged rise and fall of her heaving chest. Her blue eyes fluttered open as she regained her senses, the aftershocks of her climax continuing to surge through her. Marcus released her hips and withdrew, his black member coated with her essence and streaked with pearly white cum. “Clean me up, baby girl,” he demanded, his voice low and rumbly.
Rachel turned and dropped to her knees in front of him, semen spilling out of her gaping cunt and pooling on the floor beneath her. She slipped his messy penis into her mouth and began to clean it with long, slow licks and gentle suction, tasting their combined cum. Her small hand wrapped around the still-impressive girth as she worked, her eyes looking up at him through heavy lashes.
"Damn, bitch," Marcus breathed, his large hand stroking her soft blonde hair tenderly. "You a hell of a fuck."
Rachel hummed at the compliment, giving his softening cock a few more licks and sucks before rising to her feet. She winced slightly at the ache in her ravaged pussy, feeling pleasantly sore. "I should get back to the party," she said, "They'll be wondering where I am."
Marcus nodded, beginning to gather his uniform. "Yeah, I need to get myself together." He watched as Rachel made her way to the back of the building to retrieve her dress, his eyes appreciating the way her cute little, white butt swayed.
Rachel slid on her panties in an attempt to contain the sperm still leaking out of her and slipped the emerald silk over her head, the fabric gliding smoothly down her body. She gave him a slight smile as she stepped into her shoes. "Thanks for the fuck," she quipped, checking her appearance in a small mirror mounted on the wall. She fixed her hair, wiped a smudge of cum off the corner of her mouth, and reapplied her lipstick.
With a final, lingering look, she slipped out of the guardhouse and made her way back up the winding drive toward the mansion, the cool night air soothing her flushed skin. She could feel Marcus's sperm slowly seeping out and dampening her panties as she walked. A smile played on her lips at the successful completion of her part of the scheme.
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