Loretta was really pissed. She wanted to get it over with Richard, and she couldn't find Elsa. She looked all over the fucking mansion and that whore wasn't anywhere to be found.
And on top of it, when she got home from Eric's last night, that bastard was asleep, ALONE. How the hell was she suppose to go through with the divorce if he wasn't with Elsa? Richard probably knew she was there and got rid of that slut in a hurry. Well, he should know where Elsa was, and one thing for sure: she wasn't hiding under his bed.
In a few moments later, Richard came strolling in. She sat with a dirty look on her face. Damn it, but she couldn't hide it. How she hated him, wanted to be free of him.
Suddenly, she asked, "Where's Elsa?" He smiled. "Elsa?"
Loretta was getting angrier. "Yes, the maid. Where is she?"
"I fired her."
"You what?"
He nodded. "She got canned. Personally – by me."
"What right did you have to do that?"
"Plenty. Just as much as you're going to find out now."
He was talking in riddles. "Okay, Richard, we can move around the bullshit. What's going on?"
"Ohh, I think it's about time for explaining. Of course, we'll have to go up to my study. That's where I have everything waiting for you."
Puzzled, she followed him. Damn it, but she was cornering herself for the kill. She shouldn't make it look so obvious that she did something wrong.
As they entered his den, she went to kiss him, but he deliberately pushed her away. She stared at him.
"Richard, what's the matter? What's gotten into you?"
"You! You make me sick!"
She couldn't understand what was wrong. He was enraged by her for something she did. "Richard, have I done anything wrong?"
"Everything. I found you out long ago, Loretta, and I'm glad I did. You really think you had me fooled. You were wrong."
"What in the hell are you talking about?"
"This." He opened his desk drawer and pulled out the tape, then placed it on the table.
She tried to laugh. "Oh, come now, Richard. That's a little hard to swallow. What could possibly be on a tape that could finish me?"
He smiled back. "Then we best hear what it has to offer, shouldn't we?" He turned the tape recorder on.
LORETTA: Hello…
ERIC: Baby, it's me!
LORETTA: Eric! Why are you calling me at home… I told you not while Richard was around.
ERIC: Screw it, doll. I got big news! I got that letter from that book publisher, the one I've been waiting for weeks. They said…
LORETTA: Not right now, Eric. Not while he's home…
ERIC: Why, what's wrong?
LORETTA: I can't really talk now, Eric, I… oh the hell with it! I don't care anymore! I just don't give a shit. He isn't falling for it. That thing with Elsa…
ERIC: Elsa?
LORETTA: The whore I hired from Madame Ling's. The one that is supposed to be the new maid I hired. Richard didn't change his mind about anything. I thought if I left them home alone for a few days, she might talk him into getting a divorce, and I'd get sixty percent of his stocks and real estate. Baby, we could have lived on it for…
Richard shut the tape recorder off and left Loretta speechless. "So you still think I can't ruin you?"
Loretta smiled. "You forget, you were fucking around with that whore. I can screw you good for fucking her."
"What about your affair, your 'hunger for meat'. That will get you off the hook?"
Loretta went to grab the tape from the tape recorder, but Richard got there first. He put it safely in his desk and locked it up.
"Looks like there isn't a hell of a lot you can do about that."
"Oh no, you don't, Richard. You think you can get rid of me, just like Eric said. Eric and I are washed up because of that Goddamn book you just heard about. I've got nobody. I've been wedded, bedded, but I'll be damned if I'm shed!"
"You haven't got much choice."
"Yes, I do. I do have a choice. And I won't do anything I don't want to do."
"No, honey. You see, I'm going to my lawyer and I'm going to play him the tape. Then we'll see how easily I can dump you without having to foot so many fucking alimony bills. You've had it, Loretta. You and that son of a bitch. You really think you're going to get away with it. We'll see."
He left her in the study, alone. He was right. She had had it and with that tape a threat, there was very little she could do to stop him. Damn that tape. She should have known that bastard device would screw her up.
So what was left? She could take her life, but then again, she was too much a coward to do that. She could run out on him and never see him again, but that wouldn't solve problems by running away from them. They would still be there. Another whore wouldn't be the thing Richard would fall for again. There had to be a better way out. But what?
Richard was upstairs in the bedroom lying down. He must have had a hard night, because he kept tossing and turning last night.
That was it! Offer him a sleeping pill and bust that desk drawer open and destroy the tape. It was her only way of stopping him from filing for divorce. If he had no proof or evidence that she was cheating on him, then he couldn't go through with it unless she wanted to file.
She entered his room in the sweet and charming manner she did when she wanted something. He was lying on the bed, his shoes still on and his clothes getting wrinkled.
Richard saw her as she entered. "What do you want now, Loretta?"
She slid next to him and started to take her blouse off. "Just because we're getting a divorce doesn't mean you can't fuck me. I'm eager to see how much you've learned from Elsa."
He grinned. "That's not going to help you get that tape, if that's what you think."
"No, I guess I am gonna get screwed. Anyway, I guess we could fuck for old times' sake."
She threw her blouse aside and slipped out of her skirt. After she was naked, he started to unbutton his shirt, but she stopped him.
"I want to undress you."
He grinned again. "Guess you learned a lot from Eric."
She took off his shirt and unzipped his fly. She smiled at him and pulled his pants off, then after he was completely naked, she threw herself over him and they kissed.
Her mouth moved across his, breathing into it, letting her tongue enter his mouth and meeting with his. She heard him moan with satisfaction. That pleased her and she moved her tongue, explored, then withdrew. Her tongue moved across his shoulder, chest, face, and prick, everywhere she could find a place to lick. She knew she was driving him crazy, letting him enjoy what she was giving him.
Next, she rolled under him and let him shove his fat cock into her cunt. She actually groaned and moaned at his efforts to please her, and he was. He showed her how it was to fuck someone. Christ, he wasn't bad in bed at all. She even found herself shoving her pussy upward so he could put his prick in farther.
"Your prick is so warm and stiff… where did you learn that!" she cried.
"Keep holding on, baby. There's a lot more I've been waiting to show you."
"God… what a prick! You can use that thing!"
"Push your pussy up harder… yeah, that's it. Come on, more…" He hammered into her roughly, holding onto her ass.
"I'm pushing it as hard as I can. Oh God! You're the best I've ever had. Even better than Eric. And he's ten inches long. Christ, fuck me again, honey…"
He held her tighter, squeezing her tits to his chest as he pumped his blood-gorged cock into her. She tossed her head, back and forth, screaming as loud as she could.
"Feels so good… feels so good…don't stop! Please, fuck that cunt! Stick it in all the way! I want it up to my twat!"
He held onto her ass as he rammed it in. He was fucking her like he never fucked anyone before in his life. She was getting off on his big cock. She was breathing real heavy, kicking, bucking, and cussing.
"You great fucker… stick that prick in… batter that cunt of mine and rip into it!" she yelled.
"You're gonna get it, baby. You've been asking for it. And I've waited all these years for your ass, to show you the true meaning of fucking!"
"Yeah, I'm asking for it. All of it. The whole Goddamn thing. Ohh, it feels great. Great!"
He pumped it harder and harder, his prick enjoying every fucking minute. Her cunt was moist and juicy. He dug as hard as he could into it, tearing her pussy apart.
"Goddamn it, I'm cuming, I'm cuming! Shoot it all in me! Pump it all in! Deposit your load into my twat! Put your jism into my hole!"
"It's going into there whether you wanted me to do it or not!"
He came squirting out in huge amounts, all his white gooey jism, and it got sucked up into her cunt. She smiled as she felt it shoot into her, cried out, wanting it. The sticky, hot stuff kept going in and in…
After it was all over, she asked him, "Richard, you were fantastic. If I had known you were that good, I'd never had gotten Elsa. In fact, I'm kind of jealous you were fucking her."
"You have a nice ass in bed, babe," he said. "A nice, mean one. I'd like a little more of the same."
"Me too!" she told him. "So…"
"Yeah?"
"Listen, I know I've really been a cunt in the past, but do we really have to go through with the divorce? I think I'd really enjoy being Mrs. Richard Christine again."
He looked at her to see if she was telling the truth. "Well, I guess we could hold off, for a while at least, and see if it works."
"And I swear to God, if I act up, you can use that tape."
"Okay. Now how about a blow-job? I'd like to see how good you do those…"