She hailed a cab and gave Conrad's address. Her heart was pounding so fast that she thought that it would come right through her chest. She wondered how he would take the news that he was about to be exposed by some punk newspaper cub, yet she was afraid at the same time. Conrad was not an easy man to get along with from a business standpoint. She knew that he had people taken care of when they had caused him the slightest problem, and she couldn't help but feel responsible for almost signing this Joe Flanagan's death certificate.
She had almost forgotten that she was upset with Frankie, that he hadn't come home and that he was with another woman. The situation with Conrad was utmost in her mind and she was trembling as she paid the cab fare and raced up the stairs to Conrad's apartment.
He greeted her at the door and held her close for a moment.
"What's the big rush. What's so important. Here, sit down, you're shaking."
He walked to the bar and poured her a drink and handed it to her. He was dressed only in a silk robe and she could see his strong muscular, hairy legs as he crossed the room. The robe came apart slightly and she stared at his loose hung genitals as he sat down next to her on the couch.
She took a big gulp of her drink, cleared her throat and began to repeat the story as Al had told her.
"I don't know what they have already, but it doesn't look good and I thought that you might like to know."
"A young punk, eh?" he almost spit out. "Doesn't that just take the cake."
She just looked at him, not knowing whether she should say anything else, afraid of what he would say next.
"Well, love, I can't thank you enough. Looks like your daddy Conrad will have to have him cut down to size. I wonder who's been spilling the beans to him and how much he's paying for it."
He reached across the back of the couch and pulled her to him, his hand grabbing roughly at the warm, soft fullness of her breast. She fell against him weakly, opening her legs slightly so that he could reach under her skirt and begin to fondle the soft flesh of her inner thigh as his fingers searched for the elastic of her panties.
His robe had fallen completely apart and his massive organ was jutting up from between his legs like a long distended pole. Her eyes watched fascinated, as it jerked up and down as it grew more swollen with desire. She smiled to herself as she felt his fingers reach the juncture between her legs and begin to rub the tiny hardness of her clitoris.
"Take off your clothes," he whispered huskily. "I like to watch you while you undress, you're so beautiful."
Obediently she pulled herself away from his grip and slowly began to strut in front of him, unbuttoning her dress as she walked.
She watched him as his eyes devoured her every move and she knew that he was getting more and more excited with each piece of clothing she removed. She undulated her hips at him so that her pelvis rotated provocatively just in front of his face. His hands reached behind her and pulled her roughly toward him, his mouth and tongue nibbling and licking at her pelvis through the sheer silk of her panties. Her hands unhooked the elastic of her brassiere and she let it fall to the floor as her breasts hung full and free, her nipples pinkish-brown and erect.
"Oh God, you're so beautiful," he moaned, as he tugged at her thin panties until they fell below her knees and she was clothed in only her silk stockings and thin, tight garter belt. She ground her hips into his face as he licked and bit gently at her vaginal lips and bud of her clitoris.
"Oooooohhhhhh baby," she whispered. "Do it to me. You're so good."
She looked down and could see that his massive penis had grown to monumental size and was bobbing up wildly in anticipation of taking her.
He pulled her down onto the couch and ripped the taut stockings from her legs so that she lay completely bare and vulnerable to his demanding touch. He covered her breast with his mouth and began sucking noisily at the plump mountain of her bosom, biting gently at the stiff, erect nipple.
"Aaagggggghhhhh," she moaned, twisting her hips under him so that she could feel the iron hardness of his cock as it dug into her thigh.
"Do it now," she begged, being caught up in a flood of desire, the tightness between her legs aching her.
"Not so fast," he whispered, "I want you to beg me for it. Come on, beg your daddy."
"Yes… please…" she gasped, but she knew that he would not give in to her so easily. He got much more out of it when he made her wait for him to enter her and she knew that he would not deny himself this pleasure.
Her hands reached down between them and squeezed the giant stiffness of his prick, kneading it back and forth in her hand. She could feel the skin slide back and forth over the bulging head of his penis and she knew that it must be purple from lust by now.
His hands continued to search and massage every inch of her soft, supple skin, pinching cruelly every once and awhile so that she cried out in pain. His fingers found the crevice between the soft roundness of her buttocks and he inserted one finger deep into the tiny, puckered anus with one harsh stab.
"Aaagggggggghhhhh, ooohhhhhhh," she gasped, trying to buck her hips forward to avoid the cruel impalement, but he held her fast.
"You want me to fuck you," he gasped in her ear. "Want me to fuck you now?"
"Yes… oh yes… yes…" she barely whispered, trying to adjust to the painful intrusion on her buttocks.
She pushed her hips into him, pulling her thighs back towards her body as his hands continued their stimulation of her back passage. Finally she could feel the rock hard stiffness of his prick as he angled himself up on her body and his organ prodded at the opening of her vagina. She gave a little gasping moan as he rammed the full length of his throbbing penis into her. There was nothing left of her at all but the enormous well which itched and burned, contracted and seethed around his monstrous cock as he sawed in and out of her.
He was pummeling into her with rapid, staccato strength, gasping continuously with each in-stroke, and her legs moved around, rubbing on his thighs as she squeezed in and fell away. Her hips seemed to have a will of their own, writhing around against his as the weight and solidity within her seemed to grow bigger and bigger.
"Oh yes… fuck me… fuck me good," she gasped, her breath hot and rapid.
There was a swirling in her loins which made her strain and strain against him, begging him to fill her, invade every inch of her body. The swirling grew, causing a whirlpool of passion that was about to drain every inch of strength from her body and leave her limp. She couldn't stop her wild contortions as he plundered into her, the length of his huge, pulsing cock filling her completely until she thought he would come out her throat. She knew that she was on the brink of her orgasm and she dug her nails into the hard flesh of his back, trying to pull him in even deeper into her aching well. Her body began to shudder with a violent trembling as she began to jerk out her own climax as he plunged down deeper into her throbbing orifice.
"I'm cumming… I'm cumming…" she moaned, "fuck me harder darling… now… NOW!"
She relaxed slightly after her climax, her legs still twitching with excitement, but in a half stupor while he continued to ravage her in growing excitement.
She was pleasurably aware of his moans, his furious thrusts, the way he clutched at her buttocks, pulling her up on his cock while he plundered into her. She gasped as his stiff, monstrous rod pushed in for a moment even further than before, sending a streak of pain through her belly. She knew that he was about to reach his own climax and she could feel his huge, erect prick swelling and jerking inside her as the warm liquid of his sperm spilled deep into her belly.
He stretched out on top of her, panting for some time while she just lay there, completely immobile, sated and exhausted.
He rolled off her at last and lay looking up at the ceiling. She didn't move, she didn't have the energy to move, her legs still spread-eagled, aching and damp, the sperm running down the inner part of her legs.
"You're such a good lover," she finally whispered. "I don't know what I'd do without you, daddy."
He leaned over her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "You're the most beautiful after we make love," he said, his hands tickling her lightly.
He got up and put on his robe and walked to the bathroom. She wondered why it was that men could make love and then get up and just walk away as if they had just eaten a good meal. She lay there not wanting to move, wanting to fall asleep, but she knew that she would have to leave.
She followed him into the bathroom watching him as he showered and prepared to go out.
"What are you going to do about this Flanagan character, love," she asked.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it," he answered. "Haven't I always taken care of these things? Nothing's going to happen to your old daddy, everything's going to be all right."
"Don't do anything that you don't have to," she said weakly, knowing that he would catch her inference.
"That should not concern you. I don't want to have to get rough if I don't have to, but I've got to stop him, so you just leave it all up to me."
She washed herself quickly and got dressed and waited for him in the living room.
In a few minutes he joined her and handed her one hundred dollars.
"That's for being such a good girl. Go buy yourself something nice with it. Its just a little extra that I'm sure you can use."
She nodded, taking the money and folding it into her purse.
"Thank you, darling," she said and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Be sure to let me know what's going to happen and what's going on when you find out. Remember, this affects me too."
She wasn't sure that she should have let him know that she was concerned about the part she may play in this expose, but he didn't seem to be offended at her selfish thought so she let it go at that.
"I'll call you later in the week," he called down the hall to her as she got onto the elevator and disappeared.