The Con Job! (Jack Stalker and Jazra)
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				Title: <strong>The Con Job! (Jack Stalker and Jazra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 18:39:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The 'Con' Job!</strong></span></span></span></div><br>Frank Norton (http://img37.imagefra.me/i52m/madquest8/tfmk_1ea_u8wd4.jpg) had been doing nothing but work for the past week, taking meetings here there and everywhere as he flitted about securing contracts and making deals for his computer business. Generally he stayed in the United states, but lately there had been increasing interest from abroad and Europe especially, to get hold of some of the hardware and software that was becoming available on the cutting edge. Working all hours had the effect of making him increasingly eager for the weekends, where he vanished from the office and left things to the company vice president.<br><br>The company had a lot of god fearing Christian shareholders and so he had to play it safe and discrete with his use of whores and prostitutes (escorts was what they liked to call themselves). That was why he had his weekends to himself and operated out of luxury suites at hotels, never in the same place twice in a row. His desire for hot wet cunt went beyond leaving things to chance of taking the time to build a relationship or get himself a wife. What he wanted was a quick fix and that's what these whores were. <br><br>He had allowed the arrangements to be made for his latest piece of entertainment by Jack Knight, one of his up and coming assistants. As soon as he had seen the picture of the girl called <br>Keira (http://img37.picoodle.com/i512/madquest8/ytlo_7bd_u8wd4.jpg) he had gotten hard and he had stayed that way for a few days now, eager and hungry to get his hands on that tight looking young flesh. She was slim and slender to the point of being almost flat chested but with a great pair of legs and thighs, topped off with stunning looks and a great smile. Apparently she was a top escort and he was lucky to be getting her at all, since there were several conventions in town and she had the kind of looks that Japanese businessmen craved.<br><br>With the right payments he had secured her services and was currently in one of his New York hotel penthouse suites which looked out over central park. The place was smothered in cream and beige and equipped with all the usual toys, flat screen televisions the size of a window in any normal house and huge spacious leather sofas. It sported a kitchen, Jacuzzi and double bed with en suite. Right now there was a dark suit laid out on the bed and a pair of dark shoes were the foot of it, as well as his shirt, tie and cufflinks all immaculate and costing what a food industry worker might earn in a year.<br><br>Frank was in the Kitchen at the moment, the open plan design meant that he could walk around the counter and into the living room when he needed to, although right now he was removing a bottle of champagne from the fridge to stick into some ice while putting out a few bowls of snack, strawberries and some fruit, not that he imagined that he would be spending a lot of time drinking or eating, except from Keira's cunt of course. He was currently shirtless, his well kept (for a forty something) physique was well muscled and toned with a light tan, the sort of shape most men half his age wished they were in.<br><br>He liked to stay in shape for his fucking.<br><br>Hearing a knock at the door he called out, remaining at the counter and looking over to the door. "Come in Keira, it's open." he said, assuming it was the woman he had ordered for his evenings entertainment. This was about him and while his nine inch cock often beat a few strangled orgasms out of a woman, it was his pleasure that he often put first. This girl was different though, he intended to make her scream his name before he destroyed her holes and left her a sweat and spunk covered mess for the next poor soul to get to fuck her.<br><br>When she entered he made sure to rape her with his eyes, from heels to head, before offering her a flute and letting her know just what he had planned for their initial engagement. “Glad you could make it.” he said, “I don’t like to be disappointed with these engagements and I can see that I‘m not going to be, not with your looks at least. I take it that your agent has informed you that your services have been procured for the next twelve hours? I don’t like to be rushed with these things.” he smiled. <br><br>“Needless to say the more I enjoy myself the bigger your tip, well… drink up and we’ll get started on the preliminaries.” he suggested with a warm smile that failed to reach his lust fuelled and some what madness filled eyes as he looked into hers and ran idea after idea through his head. If ever there was a woman destined to be fucked senseless as a career, this was her. He looked at her like no other client would ever have looked at an escort, the feverish lust in his eyes was beyond anything anyone else could ever have summoned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Con Job! (Jack Stalker and Jazra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazra</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 01:06:19</strong>
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				When her brother Jack first suggested scamming his boss Frank Norton for a big payday, Keira had hesitated. Jack thought it was the idea of rough sex that put her off or acting the role of a highly paid escort. He knew she was no shrinking violet. Kiera liked sex and she liked it often; she liked her sex on the floor, in the bed, and bent over the table. No, it might be silly, but she didn’t feel comfortable blackmailing a guy whose only crime was he didn’t like his sex straight up and traditional. <br><br>When she tried to tell Jack this, he burst out laughing. “You nut,” he said with a grin. “The only thing you’ll be doing is promising to have sex with this guy Frank Norton for $2,500 bucks. He gets you the full night and he’s not going to cuddle you while he takes you.”<br><br>Any other girl would have been offended if her brother had put it to her this way. But Kiera just crinkled her nose up and smiled. “So what you’re saying Jackie is I’m only going to do what I said I’d do and anything else happens on&nbsp; your end?”<br><br>“You got it sport,” Jack said. Her dad had always called her sport and she guessed Jack thought it might soften her up. But if anything, the thought of her dad, currently serving 25 to life, at Corcoran only pissed her off.” <br><br>“Fuck you Jack,” she said picking up a book. <br>Jack immediately back away and apologized. He wasn’t quite sure why he was apologizing, but any time Kiera picked up a book, you knew it wasn’t going to be to read. “So you in?” <br><br>Kiera nodded. “Yeah, a chance to score $302,500 doesn’t come around too often. Although, I’m still not sure why you get 70% of the score when I’m the one spreading my legs for him.”<br><br>“Brains baby, brains,” he said. “I scouted and set up the job.”<br><br>It took two weeks, but now Keira was knocking on this guy Frank Norton’s hotel sweet. She wore a Red Valentino black velvet dress that rippled like water with every move of her body. It clung to her curves with a fit that screamed coutre. Her dark eyes were hidden behind a cheap pair of Raybans she had lifted at the corner market on the way over here. She had taken the subway. When she turned, Frank would realize that the “V” back dipped to a point just above the curve of her ass and left bare enough skin to ensure that she wore no bra. Her black fuck me pumps had five inch heels and if she stepped on anything living it would scream if she focused the full weight of her 115 pounds on the heel. Frank couldn’t see them, but her panties were black lace and so miniscue she might as well not have worn them. Her dark hair was held back with a black hair pin. Her only bit of glitter was seen on the black velvet ribbon that she wore around her throat. On the front of the ribbon, sewn in were two eye-catching silver letters, an “F” and a “U.” <br><br>She frowned when he didn’t bother to open the door at her knock. Pushing the door open, she strutted into room and raised her eyebrows. “So Frank,” she said. “Too fucking middle aged to get up when a lady comes to the door?”<br><br>His response was to rape her with his eyes and hand her a flue of what she assumed was Champaign.&nbsp; He told her the drill and she offered a wicked smile. “If you’re sure you can keep it up for twelve hours Frank, I’ll gladly rise you all night long.” Her attitude screamed bitch and Keira hoped Jack was getting it all on tape. She swallowed the Champaign, pausing only to taste it briefly. “Nice. I like nice things.” Her eyes drifted downward toward his crotch. “You going to show me something nice Frank?” She had pushed him hard since she entered and she fully expected to pay the price for her bitchiness. But in truth, she was already wet at the thought of him putting his big hands on her. God, I should pay Jack for this guy, not the other way around , she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Con Job! (Jack Stalker and Jazra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 11:51:13</strong>
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				Looking her over after she had entered, Frank felt his cock twitch and grow even more hard at the sight of her, those perfect legs adorned with the sort of heel that was designed only to make a men want to fuck a woman harder. He also managed to drags his eyes down her perfect back as she gave him a rear view upon closing the door. Frank smirked at her opening remark, wondering if she was so blunt and jaded with all her clients.<br><br>"When a lady shows up I'll consider it, for now I'll let my expensive young whore do the job of closing the door, it's the least you can do really." he said with a smile. "We won't be staying here by the way, I'm going to be showing you off this evening. I like to show off things that are clearly nice to look at and expensive as well. Those and things that are unusual I guess." he added. "I think you'll find that mostly the things I have to show you are going to be nasty and rough." he grinned.<br><br>Frank stepped out from behind the counter, in the process revealing that he was completely naked, he then took a slow sip from his glass and continued to look Keira over. His massive cock jutted up in front of him, barely swaying at all as the pillar of rigid flesh thrust upwards, the tip beginning to glisten already in anticipation. He casually moved around to stand in front of her. He reached out and placed his hands on her dress covered thighs, easing up the expensive material without even waiting for a response, bunching it up so that he could expose her thighs and then her panties, from what he could see they were flimsy black lace that barely covered the hot cunt that he knew lay beneath them. Reaching out he took hold of her sunglasses and discarded them to the counter behind him, the Raybans skittering across its surface. He then turned back to admire her bare thighs before lifting his eyes to meet hers.<br><br>His powerful hands moved to grasp the material of her panties and then with a sharp tug and a loud snap he tore them off of her body, tossing the shreds of lace to one side. He did not even look down to see what he had done, instead his gaze was fixed on her face, looking into her eyes. "You won't be needing those for a while you whore, twelve hours at least." he said calmly with a grin on his face, there was no venom in his tone, simply calm, measured, words. Sliding a hand up her naked back he sank his fingers into her hair and pulled out the pin that was holding it back. <br><br>"As you can see I've been waiting a week to fuck you, ever since that idiot that works for me told me he had access to the hottest cunt on the escort books in New York. He told me that you really go for hard brutal fucking and that I could treat you any way I wanted to. He even suggested that I slap you around a bit, but I'm not into broken bones and bleeding eye sockets... so I had to tell him no on those counts. He was one fucked up son of a bitch, you probably need a new agent, but that's besides the point really." he shrugged, gripping the back of her neck now that her hair was down he slapped his other hand between her legs, the palm of his hand against her mound.<br><br>"The real question is not if I can keep it up for twelve hours, but whether twelve will be enough." he told her, pulling her in closer as his hand rubbed back and forth over her cunt, his fingers stroking at the folds of flesh that shrouded the entrance to her snatch.<br><br>Suddenly tightening his grip on her hair at the back of her neck he yanked her head back and traced a line from the hollow of her neck up to her throat with his tongue, tasting her flesh before moving his lips to her own, pausing before kissing her. "I'm so glad that you aren't one of those whores who doesn't kiss." he said, forcing his lips against hers as he held her head exactly where he wanted it, the scent of her and the taste of her was driving him wild as the thumb of his free hand found her hood and his middle finger began to ease inside her slit, pushing aside the flaps of her cunt and seeking out the hot wet warmth within. "You're going to earn your money tonight slut, I only hope you had the sense to come here fresh, otherwise you'll be wrecked by midnight." he grinned, pulling away from the kiss.<br><br>He made as if to give her a chance to speak before roughly pulling her in again, his tongue sliding between the crease of her lips to stroke about the insides of her mouth, tasting the champagne that lingered there before pulling away again. Yanking on her hair he shoved her over to the door and pushed her up against the wall next to it. He pushed his finger into her slot, squeezing into the tight channel of her cunt. "Not bad, it's good that you were still tight. You won't be after tonight of course, but you must have known the day would come when some guy like me permanently opened up that tight young cunt of yours and ruined you for most other men to fuck." he growled, driving his digit hard up into her warm tract, stroking the walls of flesh there as he curled his finger back towards himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Con Job! (Jack Stalker and Jazra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazra</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 18:58:00</strong>
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				Keira felt an immediate hot flush of arousal as this stranger named Frank Norton let his hard, cruel eyes dance over her body like he owned it. A wicked grin met that hot glance as Kiera acknowledged that he had every right to think that for at least the next twelve hours. When he told her to close the door and called her a whore, she had no objection to privacy and loved the sound of whore on his lips. “Certainly Frank,” she said turning with a flirty flounce of her dress. She closed and then locked the door. “But you should know, I didn’t agree to go anywhere with you tonight. I agreed to come here and entertain you for the next twelve hours.” She smiled and raised her eyebrows. “They call prostitutes who go to strange places with their Johns and that’s what you are to me Frank, just another John, victims. I feel safer staying here.”<br>Moving toward Frank as he spoke, she let her rich brown eyes rake up and down his body. She especially focused on the now erect cock. She paused and he could see her swallow almost nervously as she took in the full size of his massive organ. It was the first hint of unease she had shown so far, the first hint that a less confident girl lay beneath the tough outer shell she showed the world. “I like it nasty and rough,” she finally said. <br><br>When he stood in front of her and reached out with to place his hands on her dress, she felt the rigid shaft of his cock pressing against her front and shuddered in delicious anticipation. “Oh God,” she whispered as he eased her dress up, letting the chill of the air conditioned hotel room arouse goose bumps up and down her legs. She liked her lip as he removed the glasses and moved a step closer, pushing that beautifully dangerous cock hard against her body as she shimmied gently against it, loving the feel of it against her. <br><br>She gasped as he ripped the sheer lace panties from her body. Something about being called a whore by a powerful man aroused the primitive slut in her. He felt so powerful standing so close to her. She had to look up to see his hard, masculine expression. Reaching up with her hands, she grabbed his shoulders and arched back, her breasts pushing against his chest as he removed the hair pin that held her hair in a shining wave of honey dark hair. It shocked her to hear how he made her brother sound. She knew Jack was a dick, but she couldn’t believe he would have been so crude in talking about her. But thoughts of Jack flew out of her mind as Frank reached down and took possession of her hot, wet folds with one blunt hand. She bit her lip and ground back against the hand. She then tried to squeeze her thighs together against it, before giving up and savoring the feel of his hand stroking her pussy, warming up her soft folds, teasing the entrance to her slit. <br><br>He was like the hot center of the earth and she was the volcano waiting for him to erupt inside her. A pain gasped slipped from her throat as she felt him tug at her hair. The pain wasn’t intense, but it made her feel totally alive, totally in the possession of this strong, powerful man. Her heart raced as she gripped his shoulders with her nails digging into his flesh. Her mouth opened as he raped her lips and tasted her tongue. When he broke the hard, introductory kiss, telling her he was glad she did kiss, she laughed, a low smoky sound. “I do it all ….” Whatever else she might have said was broken as&nbsp; his fingers dove in and curled up inside her. She pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around his body, her hands moving down to the middle of his back as she rocked her hips up and down, eyes closed as she fucked herself on his hand. Biting back a moan, she said instead, "This doesn't feel like a ten-inch cock, but God, it feels good." Like any good whore, she estimated his size and then added an inch or so to make him feel good.
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				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 08:33:35</strong>
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				"You didn't agree to go anywhere with me?" Frank asked with a raised eyebrow. "Perhaps your agent didn't make things quite clear enough to you, it's already all been arranged. No matter, I'm sure we can work out some additional financial compensation for your trouble. Whores do as they're told by their clients, not the other way around, that's what you are right? A whore who has been hired to do as she's told and pretend that she likes it?" he asked Keira as she tried to ruin his plans for the evening. It would have been a lot more convenient to have her walk out of the hotel with him, but in the end she would be leaving, that was certain. He had dealt with women like her before and with that foresight he had taken precautions.<br><br>He clearly liked her eagerness as she pushed herself and her tiny breasts up against his chest and ground her hips forwards to push against his cock while he had stripped away her panties and Raybans. Her toned body felt hard against his naked flesh as he fingered her cunt with ever increasing enthusiasm.<br><br>Then suddenly her legs were wrapped around him and she was actually fucking herself onto his hand as he held her against the wall with his body, his fingers thrusting into her cunt. He felt her nails digging into his flesh and simply smiled at the feeling of them marking his skin. He felt his cock jam up between them, rubbing against her dress as her thighs wrapped around him and his hand fought to penetrate her cunt. He eased another finger into her slot and started to slowly fuck her with two fingers as he leaned in to kiss her again, pumping his fingers slowly as he squeezed them into her tight gash, feeling her narrow vice like channel suck and grip at his digits as he opened her up a little more.<br><br>"It's not a cock, but it will help stretch you open so that you can take one." said Frank as she talked about his size. He knew that she was full of shit, but that's what he was paying her for in the end. Forcing his fingers deep inside the hot fuck tube between her legs he began to pump them in and out at a steady pace while she gripped his sides with her perfect thighs. He let his free hand slip from her hair and slide down to her ass, helping to keep her steady and pinned against the wall as he finger fucked her snatch, his fingers massaging her insides as he spread them within her tight vaginal tract, feeling the wet heat within start to boil his flesh.<br><br>Over and over his fingers were forced into her tightness, as good as bludgeoning their way into her narrow innards as he took her lips again, his tongue sliding deeper into her mouth to stroke against her tongue as his cock stiffened between them, the heat of his member burning its way through her dress to be felt against her abs as he delivered powerful kiss after powerful kiss.<br><br>With his fingers working hard at her cunt shoving aside her cunt flaps as they drilled into her heat, he roughly and haphazardly thumbed at her clit, massaging it with folds of her own warm flesh as he teased her walls with his fingertips and soaked them with her juice. He sucked on her bottom lip, tugging at it for a while as he pulled out of another kiss, looking into her eyes as he spoke. "I've been looking forward to fucking you for days you slut, do you get many clients who admit to that?" he growled at her, before bringing the hand from her ass up her taut stomach to feel her tits through her dress, his thumb pushing against her nipples through the fabric before he slid it over her flesh to slip its fingers about her throat. <br><br>"I'm a rich and powerful man Keira. If I wanted to make you a victim I would and the hotel staff would simply throw you out in the morning with the trash. So let's start with you answering my requests with Yes Master and leave it like that shall we?" he grinned, alternating his penetrations into her cock tube between slow and fast, his fingers sometimes probing deep and sometimes curling back to push at her clit from inside, trapping it between his fingers and thumb as he finger fucked her. His other finger and thumb squeezed tightly around her throat as he spoke, twisting her head to the side as he moved in to suck at an earlobe, sucking it between his lips and then squeezing and crushing it between his teeth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Con Job! (Jack Stalker and Jazra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazra</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 22:53:05</strong>
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				Keira loved how Frank was so eager to get her out of the hotel room. She knew though that her brother had rigged this room to be filmed. So it wasn’t like she was going to be cajoled into leaving just for the promised of an extra tip. On the other hand, Kiera wasn’t like some girls who said, “Oh I like sex, or sex is okay.” Kiera fucking needed hard sex. She loved it, craved it and wanted it. So as far as she was concerned as soon as she saw Frank’s big cock, she knew she had everything she needed right here in this room.<br><br>“Whores work to a contract, baby,” Kiera told him. “And I don’t have to pretend I like cock, I fucking love it. You paid for my body, so stop talking like a pussy and let’s fuck. I don’t want to leave here and I don’t really care about a possible big tip.”&nbsp; Her words were slurred with passion as she rocked her hips against the hardness of his knuckles, the invasion of his fingers. “God you’re spreading me open,” she cried out, her eyes rolling up as she felt that damp moisture dewing up in her pussy. She shook her head and let her hair fly and then leaned back and ground down against him again. <br><br>With a wicked smile, she told Frank. “Baby’s getting really hot big daddy.” Her thighs squeezed tight around his body and her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers. “Baby needs something really big inside her, can you make baby come please daddy.” She felt like he was setting her on fire and she wanted to feel that hot, hard cock sliding into her wet folds. “You don’t need to go anywhere, I just want to fuck and suck all night long. Please baby,” she whined prettily. “You can rape me hard right here in this hotel room and I promise to look all scared if you want, I’ll even scream.”<br><br>Kiera had no idea what to do if Frank really insisted on leaving. She would probably have to back out or somehow let Jack know. This was pointless if they didn't get something to black mail him with. She had to smile at the thought. He had her so hot right now, she could almost give up the black mail if he would just bend her over the bed and open her up with that monster cock.<br>
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