My Sweet Seduction part 3 Lights, Camera, Action

Many thanks to my Lush Lovelies for being a part of this tale... The inimitable Imhapless, the gorgeous Slutpuppy, the always fun LafeyetteMister and of course the woman with the best rack on Lush...the lovely adele.

John Robbins sat at his desk sporting the biggest hardon of his life and he couldn’t even touch it.

He’d received a package that afternoon containing a DVD marked “Highly Confidential”. He waited until he was alone in the office at the end of the day before opening it. John was used to receiving sensitive material, being one of the country’s top attorneys.

The DVD turned out to be one of the hottest porn movies he’s seen in a long time, and he’d seen a lot. Hot, because it left so much to his imagination. The video had been made in the style of Chinese Shadow Theatre, with not much audio. What he saw…he felt like a voyeur peeking into a private fuck session between two very hot women.

The video had been so cleverly edited, he didn’t discover he’d just watched his God-daughter, Lana and her friend Jade, till the last moments. He sat there feeling totally Hapless.

John loved Lana as much as his own kids. He and his late wife had raised her as their own child since she lost both her parents in a freak helicopter crash. Lana had been only eight years old at the time. He became “Uncle John”.

John had also lost his best friend that day. Lana’s father and he went way back. High school, then university together. Each other’s best man at their weddings.

He knew straight away who had to be responsible for the video. You didn’t have to be Sherlock to figure that one.

Lana and Simon Carter were going head to head to be selected to become the next partner in the firm. Only Lana knew John was to be impartial in the decision. No one at the firm knew he was her Godfather and he wanted it to stay that way, at least until the decision was made.

John knew Simon would use a few dirty tricks to make Lana look less than impressive. Hell, he even looked forward to seeing what lengths he would go to. The cunt had crossed the line with this one. No one messed with his family.

The job now was to figure out what had to be done. John knew it had to be Simon at the bottom of this stunt. He also knew just the man to call in to find out how he’d done it and more to the point , how he’d make the bastard suffer for it.

Lafeyette Roberts was an expert in industrial espionage. He was known as The Mechanic from Alabama, renowned for his eye for detail and unquestionable discretion. He’d be on the next flight to Melbourne.

Meanwhile, John thought it was about time he caught up with Adele, Simon’s wife. Adele and John went back aways too. Adele’s family were old money, she was loaded. For a woman her age, John guessed around fortythree now, she was in great shape. Fuck, she had the best rack money could buy. Adele also had a razor sharp wit. He remembered more than once she’d gotten the better of him. He still couldn’t figure why she’d married Simon and not him.

They met up for lunch the next day. John was waiting at their table, when Adele sashayed into the restaurant like she owned the place. Fuck, she looked hot. Her tits had just enough bounce in them to hold your attention a little longer than was polite. Her white dress hugged her curvy hips perfectly. He knew just what he’d like to eat for lunch, but you wouldn’t find it on the menu.

The pair soon settled into relaxed conversation, catching up on family news. John seemed to hit a raw nerve when he asked how their wedded bliss was holding up. Young Simon had been hitting up Adele to spice up the marriage already, it had only been two years. Seems he was after adding a third party to the bedroom, a little girl on girl action.

Adele had her suspicions Simon had been doing a little more than window shopping lately. He’d taken to spending a lot more time at the apartment he still kept across town. She’d called the shots from day one of the marriage and wasn’t about to let him off the leash.

John was a sympathetic listener. He was already formulating a plan for Simon. He’d have to handle Adele with kid gloves, he’d need her with him on this one. He promised he’d do a little “research” for her, maybe put her mind at rest. They made plans to catch up the same time the following week.

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Lafeyette’s plane touched down at Tullamarine at 8.00am, he was sitting opposite John by 9. An hour later it was arranged that Lana be sent to the Sydney office for a couple of weeks. Lafeyette had brought his bag of tricks with him. Cameras, listening devices, all the latest high tech gear. John would supply the bait.

He knew just the two women for the job. Ginger Snap and Linda Wild. These two were the most unlikely pair you’d put together. Ginger was a tiny little thing. Five feet two and big brown doe eyes. Early twenties blonde, athletic, vivacious and with a tongue that was designed for pleasure.

Linda was tiny too, also five feet two, baby blue eyes, but with an hour glass figure, curvy hips and great tits. She had the look about her that could make a man cum in his pants at twenty paces. Let’s say she was a mature woman.

John had the pleasure of meeting these two fine ladies about a year ago. They’d gotten on the wrong side of the law and found themselves in a rather unpleasant situation. I won’t go into details, but it involved an 18” double ended dildo, the back seat of a taxi and a motorcycle cop pulling alongside at a real bad time.

He’d gotten them off on a good behaviour bond, managed to keep the details out of the press and earned their eternal gratitude. Man, he’d never forget the afternoon after the case, when they showed their gratitude.

The ladies decided champagne was in order. Linda insisted a private celebration in her hotel suite would be much more comfortable. Two bottles later, Ginger declared it was too damned hot in the room. The pair did a slow strip, a strip better than he’d imagined …. And he’d imagined them a lot. These had to be the two hottest women he’d had the pleasure of…he hoped.

They never took their eyes off him as piece by piece of clothing was slowly peeled off. Linda had that sensual smouldering look that promised everything. Ginger had a wicked grin that warned him he’d better pace himself. He was in for one hell of a ride.

John sat back in an easy chair, enjoying the show. The ladies were teasing the shit out of each other atop the low, king size bed. When they weren’t trying to swallow each other’s tongues, their eyes were on him, enjoying the effect, especially the tent pole in his slacks.

It didn’t take too long for him to start to feel a little warm himself. The minute he took his jacket off the pair of them were onto him. These two little minxes knew all the moves. By the time they had him flat on his back, slap bang in the middle of the bed, he was already oozing enough pre-cum to tickle his balls.

Ginger wasted no time straddling his legs and working his hard cock with her tongue, slurping and licking, big brown doe eyes looking into his. He could see her wet cunt already dripping. Linda made a beeline for his nipples, rolling each one with her tongue, each hot breath making his cock twitch.

Linda read him like a book. She grabbed hold of the beadhead, straddling his face with just enough distance to let a little trickle of nectar land on his lower lip. She was the fucking queen of tease. Then he felt her hot cunt on his mouth, juices flowing, her clit rock hard. John fucked her with his tongue, teased her clit, and when she was giving the signs of orgasm he’d run his tongue along her sweet smooth pussy lips.

He knew how to keep a woman on the edge, and fuck, she was on the edge. Ginger had ideas of her own. She started teasing his cock with her pussy, man, she was tight. It wasn’t only Ginger’s body that was athletic, she had some incredible muscle action going on around his cock.

She brought her hands around and massaged Linda’s tits. Every squeeze of those big titties was in sync with Ginger's cunt squeezing his cock. Her hips grinding into his. Linda leaned back into Ginger, letting one hand reach back to find her fuck buddies hard little clit, Ginger was in sync again, reaching for Linda’s slippery clit.

These two knew each other well. They were pacing each other, teasing their clits with skilled fingers, waiting. They didn’t have to wait long. The minute Ginger felt that extra swell of John’s cock, it was on. Ginger’s pussy had his cock in a stranglehold, pumping him with everything she had. Linda had her dripping pussy clamped over his mouth so tight, he thought he’d have to breathe through his ears. They had the fucking best three way explosive orgasm imaginable.

The three of them lay together, spent. He’d enjoyed the fuck of his life. The girls just sighed and stroked each other and him. He wondered if the smile would ever leave his face. He woke up alone couple of hours later. All he found was a note on the night stand. "Thanks for everything," signed with two distinctly different lipstick kisses.

Oh yes, these two ladies were the perfect couple for what he had in mind.

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Lafeyette had made a clean sweep of Lana’s apartment and now settled himself into Simon’s joint. He had eight hours to get all the equipment set up. He only needed three, the bulk of his time would be spent hacking into Simon’s laptop and discovering what made this guy tick.

At the end of close to three hours, Lafeyette had six micro cameras in almost every room in the apartment. Four in the bathroom. He had installed enough listening devices to hear a pin drop. Simon wouldn’t be able to pick his nose or fart without it being recorded.

Hacking Simon’s laptop was an anti climax. The guy didn’t even have a password, smug bastard. Simone was however, a neat freak. Lafeyette had never seen a more organised system. The guy was into porn in a big way, mainly lesbian with a few threesomes thrown in. Everything was categorised, then with subfolders.

He found what he was looking for, couldn’t fucking miss it, a folder simply called Lana.

The majority of the videos were dated from when Lana had first moved into the apartment. She was obviously unaware of Simon’s telescope at that stage. She was into self-pleasure in a big way. Lana had more toys than He had to admit, if he could have watched the Lana Show every night, he’d have one eye glued to the telescope too.

Then everything changed, the shades were always drawn tight shut and only the audio told him Lana had one of her many vibes working overtime. She’d spotted him. Then enter Jade. This must have been the video he sent to John. He watched the unedited version.

When it came to the part in their fuck session when Jade stated she need a big hard cock in her pussy, Lafeyette’s own cock stood up to answer the call. He’d never let himself get distracted while on the job before, but hell, Jade was one hot babe. The way she fucked Lana, this babe was his kind of woman. John didn’t have to know he’d enjoyed the video. His work was done for today anyway. Everything was copied to his own hard drive.

He watched Lana tie Jade to the bedposts, take out her big purple vibe and go to work on Jade's wet pussy. Slowly his hand worked his hard cock in time with Lana pumping Jade. “Oh yeah baby, get this into your sweet little cunt”. Lafeyette was in lust at first sight. He pumped his 8 inches to the rhythm of Jade’s thrusting hips. When Lana let her cum, oh yeah, Lana was in control, she fucking exploded. Lafeyette felt his balls tighten, heard himself cry out and felt his load shoot out, he’d never cum that hard.

He’d only just cleaned himself up, zipped up and started to get all his shit together, when he heard a key in the door. No one had said anything about a cleaning lady. He poked his head around the corner to come face to face with Jade.

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John and Adele sat toying with their lunch. Adele wasn’t surprised at the confirmation Simon had been “eating out”, as she chose to call it. She’d still taken the news rather badly. This lady had one hell of a lot of pride and it was hurting. John had told her everything… even about the video. She had to understand they both had a personal stake in this.

After a lot of smooth talking, John had convinced Adele that setting up Simon was the only way. John had helped Adele with their pre-nup. He knew it would cost her a bundle to divorce him unless she could prove infidelity.

John had discovered Simon had been using a particular agency to provide his entertainment. He entertained pairs of hookers twice a week, sometimes three. As luck would have it, he knew the owner of the establishment. She was only too happy to take on a couple of temps, namely Ginger and Linda.

Ginger squealed with absolute delight when John asked her and Linda to pose as a couple of hookers. They’d been given an allowance to buy suitable attire, namely black leather. The time was set for 10 p.m. the following evening.

Lafeyette sat in Lana’s apartment. A bank of four computer screens lined one edge of her dining table. He watched Simon prepare for his entertainment. Silver cuffs and a cat o nine tails came out of the nightstand. The prerequisite bottle of champagne chilled in the lounge room. Simon had been drinking all evening. Things were looking interesting. All was being recorded.

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“Why the hell did I let Ginger talk me into wearing these damn ‘fuck me boots and mini skirt?'” The bustiere? My girls would fall out if I bent over too far. The cabbie almost ran up the arse of several cars on the way over here. Dirty bastard, trying to get a look up my panties. I hoped we could pull this off.

John had filled us in on Simon’s usual requests, apparently he liked things a little rough, although none of the girls would give details. John had been thoughtful enough to have a security escort lurking nearby, we had a code word, just in case.

Anyway, outside Simon’s apartment we gave each other a final once over. Ginger looked smokin’, little black leather hot pants, skin tight mesh top with a black leather bra, stillettos. Definitely good enough to eat.

Simon greeted us as we sort of expected, glass of champagne each. I think more to loosen us up than being a generous host. I was surprised though, to see no sign of a bulge in his slacks. We’d only downed half our drinks when he started directing. “Get on the bed, I want to watch you two bitches fuck.” He just sat in an easy chair to watch.

Hell, no need to ask twice, we’d been wanting to fuck each other senseless since we saw each other in the get up we had on. I whispered in Ginger's ear, “The guy’s still limp, let’s just pretend he’s not here.” We settled into enjoying the roles of two hookers putting on a show. Ginger had my G off in two seconds and was driving me nuts with her tongue, my fingers found her pussy soaking wet under her hotpants. I wanted to taste those juices.

We’d just slid into a slurpfest 69, Ginger on her back, me with my butt up in the air feeling the breeze. Her tongue felt great on my wet slit. Whack! I felt the most excruciating pain across my butt. There was Simon with a cat o'fucking nine tails in his hand. “Let’s try something a little different.” Before I could say “How’s your father?” he had me standing up, cuffs on and shackled to a hook in the ceiling. How had I missed that?

He took one of Ginger's delicious little nipples in between finger and thumb and squeezed the shit out of it. I saw the tears spring to her eyes. “Make her beg for it, bitch.” Things were feeling a bit pear shaped here, but Ginger tried, she knew by the look in my eyes, after what just happened I’d be a dry as a witch's tit. Sure we’d played around with some mild S & M, but we both saw the cruel look on Simon’s face.

Ginger started kissing her way down my now trembling body, Simon watching her like a hawk. He wasn’t limp anymore, he was hard as a fucking rock, slowly stroking it. He was behind me now, “Beg for it bitch, I can’t hear you.” Before I could get the words out, I felt another blinding pain across my ass. I almost passed out.

Ginger was onto him like thing possessed, but was no match for him. In seconds he had her pinned down on the bed. “You need to be taught a lesson, you fucking whore.” The next minutes were a blur, as Simon got nasty. I thought I was a world champion wrestler and had him in a leg lock while dangling from the ceiling, screaming “red dragon."

I vaguely remember the security guy crashing through the door. John was there in minutes, he’d been waiting in his limmo to take us home. It was pandemonium for a while. The security guy, Jake, it turns out, had Simon in a headlock. The last words I heard as John put his arms protectively around Ginger and I were “no bruises, Jake.”

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Adele and John had watched the video in silence. Lafeyette hadn’t had to do much editing, only cut to the end before John came into the picture. Adele seethed. Who the hell was this man she’d married? She’d given him everything he wanted. She didn’t give a shit about the money he spent. Hell she even enjoyed the kinky sex they’d have. She particularly liked the ice cubes on her nipples. But she saw the cruelty he inflicted on those two women, divorce was just a formality now.

A couple of weeks passed, the dust had settled. Simon had taken off with his tail between his legs Apparently Jake had done a rather good job of convincing Simon Melbourne could be a really bad place for his health. Adele called John. She wanted to thank him again for all he’d done. Dinner at 8?

John approached the evening with a warm feeling of anticipation. He had a good vibe happening. Adele greeted him a little more warmly than he expected. Dinner was great, but then Adele did have her own world class chef. They talked easily through dinner, matching wits, laughing like a comfortable married couple.

Adele suggested they get a little more comfortable in the den, maybe have some desert there. John settled in the low leather couch in front of a glowing fire. Adele took his glass from his hand and with a look he’d waited a long time for, told him it was time for desert.

Adele peeled off her blouse and sat astride his thighs. She had only a sheer net little top underneath. He watched mesmerised as she slipped her arms through the straps and pulled it down over her magnificent tits. He watched them, as if in slow motion, they sprung slightly apart and bounced free. “Oh fuck! I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

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Stay tuned…Lafeyettes Aussie Adventure…coming soon