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CHAPTER SEVEN

Tiffany strode into the Howard Building. Three days had passed. Three days of stewing in anger. Her marriage was over. Bart had called. He had the pictures.

She fought her hurt and stepped into the elevator. A phone call to Ryan, and he had simply said he would stay at the club or office until she got her head together.

"Hah," she said, in the empty elevator. "I know where you stayed." Her voice echoed in the small cubicle to haunt her. "Blondie's place."

The elevator stopped, opened, and she stepped out into the hall. She wanted to rush into Ryan's office, try and save her marriage, but her pride kept her going until she reached Steel's Detective Agency.

She went inside. There was no one at the desk in the outer office. Probably can't afford a secretary. She grinned as the door opened.

"Hi… Mrs. Wells?" the man asked.

Tiffany was puzzled. "Yes? I'm supposed to meet Bart Steel. Is he here?"

"He was called out on a case, Mrs. Wells." He gave her a disarming smile. "I'm Larry, his brother." He took her elbow, led her back into the private office. "He briefed me on your case." He took a deep breath. Her perfume was sexy, her body and face, like his brother had said, exquisite.

Tiffany gave him a sultry smile, wondering how much Bart had told his handsome brother. She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs and gave Larry a sexy look. "Bart said you have the pictures." Her mouth was glistening, inviting. Her eyes sparkled. She watched Larry as he handed a folder over to her.

"Your husband isn't the most discreet guy in town," Larry said, sitting down beside her. He opened the folder, took out a thick batch of photographs. "Would you like to took at them?" His cock stiffened.

Morbid curiosity made her take the pictures. Her heart leaped into her throat as she stared at the first one. Ryan was naked, and his secretary was sprawled out on the floor. Slowly, she studied each picture, pausing after a few. "How… how did you get these?"

"A piece of cake," Larry bragged. "While they were out to lunch, we set up a camera." Seeing the pictures again and sitting with the sexy woman Bart had said sucked his cock made Larry horny as hell. He inched closer, his eyes feasting on Tiffany's lush body.

"God, these photos…" She gulped. Seeing Ryan's cock, even in a picture, filled her with excitement. Even the naked blonde bitch turned her on. She looked closer at each candid photo. She was getting hot. Excitement, jealousy, raged inside her.

She sensed that Larry was getting hot too. She looked at him, a sizzling smile on her sexy mouth. "She's not a bad-looking piece of ass, is she?"

"She is nice," Larry said, his voice rough, coated with passion. His eyes leered at one photo of Kate on her hands and knees, Ryan behind her, fucking her pussy. The expression on Kate's face was blissful.

Tiffany leaned back. She tingled all over. The photos had made her feel even more vengeful, something she had thought wasn't possible. She stared at Larry. "Did your brother tell you about me?"

Larry shook his head, his eyes scanning first Tiffany, then the photos spread out over the table. "Only that you want a divorce."

"I can't believe that," Tiffany laughed. "Didn't he tell you about me sucking him off?"

Larry grinned. "For two days he told me about it."

"Mmmm, I was that good, huh?" She was excited. The photos had damaged her ego; Larry's statement had helped to repair it. She needed more.

"He said you were the best…"

Tiffany giggled. "Don't be shy. You can say it." She shivered, anticipating what he was going to say.

"He said you were the best cock-sucker in town."

"Mmmmm, you'll have to thank him for me." She stretched, shifted some of the pictures, found one with Kate sucking Ryan's cock. "She doesn't look too bad, herself!"

A twinge shot through Larry's stiff prick. "She looks like she's really enjoying sucking his cock."

Tiffany pushed the photos away. She couldn't bear to look at Ryan and the blonde bitch any longer. "I enjoy sucking cock too," she purred.

Larry pushed the table away and put his hand on her knee. His fingers slowly massaged her knee. "I'll bet you enjoy a lot of things," he said, his voice hoarse, his prick twisted inside his pants.

"I do, and since my bastard husband is so wrapped up in that little bitch, I haven't been getting all the things I like." She parted her legs, her dress gliding up her thighs.

"Maybe there's something I can do about it." His hand caressed her smooth leg, fingers skimming along the soft heated flesh of her inner thighs. "Our agency likes to do everything they can for their clients."

"Mmmm, so Bart was telling me." She squirmed. The touch of his hand was driving her wild. Her dark eyes took on a sexy luster, and her cheeks flushed pink.

"If you keep moving your hand like that, I'm going to cream." She parted her legs wider. Her nipples swelled and her breathing became raspy, shallow. "I'm not kidding, either."

"I better check," he said, grinning boyishly. Boldly, his hand under her dress, he explored her thighs, his face flickering with surprise when he discovered her bare pussy. She giggled. "I hate wearing panties."

Larry grazed his fingers over her pussy. Warm curt cream coated his fingers. He stroked one finger through her pussy gash, watched her face turn red with lust.

"I told you I was soaked. Gimme your finger."

Larry took his hand out from under her dress. It was wet, sticky with pussy cream.

Tiffany, her eyes holding Larry's, reaching for his hand. Soft whimpering purrs came from her mouth. She parted her lips, slipped Larry's juice-stained fingers into her mouth and sucked. She cleaned off her own pussy juices. "I sucked your brother's cock just like that."

Larry watched her suck his fingers, the swirling action of her tongue exquisite. "Damn, you're sexy!"

"Thank you, Larry," she cooed. "Now put your fingers back in my pussy and finger fuck me."

Larry obliged. He greased his fingers in the sticky goo oozing from her cunt, then fucked his juice coated fingers into her curt hole. Immediately, hot spongy cunt muscles clamped tightly on his exploring fingers.

"Oooo, Larry!" She wriggled her ass on the sofa. "It feels so good." She humped, her tits jiggling beneath her dress. "Unnnn. Harder, Larry. I'm gonna cream."

Larry's fingers worked like hard-driving pistons. Squishy noises, Tiffany's moans, and his own raspy breath echoed in his skull as Tiffany creamed.

"I'm cumming," she gasped. Her body stiffened, collapsed. "Oooooo, it felt so nice." She shivered, squeezed her thighs together.

"Whewwww," Larry said. "You're a God-damn firecracker." He pulled his fingers from her pussy. "A wet firecracker."

"Mmmm," Tiffany sighed. She grabbed his hand again and cleaned his fingers with her tongue. She eased off the sofa, stood in front of him, her eyes glowing with passion. "Your brother never saw me naked."

"I know," Larry said. "He was disappointed about that." He gave her a lewd smile. "Said you just sucked him off and ran."

Tiffany laughed. "Not today, though," she purred.

With his prick aching in his pants, Larry settled back, ready to enjoy whatever the hot-blooded housewife had in mind.

Burning with jealousy and revenge, Tiffany reached back and unzipped her dress. The dress fell from her upper body. Large ripe creamy tits came into view.

"Jesus!" Larry muttered, his eyes popping. He gazed hotly at Tiffany's magnificent tits. A lump clogged his throat and his cock throbbed inside his pants. "Damn gorgeous pair of tits."

"I'm glad you like them, Larry," she sighed. She brought her hands up, cupped them, then squeezed the soft sensitive tit flesh. "Oooooo." Her nipples swelled, felt as if they were going to split open. Dark glassy eyes focused on a photo of Kate. "My tits are bigger and nicer than that little tramp's." She shook her tits in her hands. "Right?"

Even if he had thought otherwise, Larry wouldn't have argued with the half-naked housewife. "Bigger and better."

Tiffany moaned, shook her shoulders. "I'm better all over." She needed to be reassured. Her shattered ego needed it badly.

"I have to see the rest of you before I can judge," Larry said. He rubbed his crotch. His prick was swollen painfully. "Get your dress off."

She pushed the dress down over her hips. It formed a puddle around her ankles. She stepped out other dress and paraded around the room, displaying her naked body to the horny private detective.

Larry's eyes washed hotly over Tiffany's naked body. "You're fantastic," he rasped, his voice husky, laden with fuck-lust.

"Better than that damn little blonde whore my stupid husband is fucking?"

"Shit, baby," Larry groaned. "She's nothing compared to you." He rubbed his prick. "Come on over and get acquainted with my cock."

"I will," she sighed. "Don't be impatient." She turned, leaned over the desk, presenting Larry with a fabulous view of her ass. "Like my ass?"

"Love it," he said. "My brother would really like it. He enjoys fucking gorgeous women's assholes."

She straightened up, came back to Larry, her hips swinging. Her eyes fell to his cock-bulge. "It's a shame Bart isn't here."

Larry's eyes were riveted to the triangle of black pussy hair that decorated her pussy. The memory of her heated cunt ate at his brain. He wanted his cock to be where his fingers had been. "Take out my cock, baby."

Eyes flashing, she dropped to her knees. "I hope you're big like your brother." She rubbed his crotch. "Mmmmmm, it feels it."

"It is," Larry said. "Our father's legacy. No money, but a cock that would choke a horse."

She fiddled with his zipper. "I would have liked to have met your father." She fumbled inside his pants, anticipating the hard throbbing meat of Larry's cock.

"He would have enjoyed meeting you." Larry groaned as her fingers latched around his boner. "Unnnn, take my cock out. It hurts, all bent up in my pants."

"Oooo, I can see why," she cooed, hauling out Larry's giant prick. "It is as big as Bart's. Goddamn, your daddy must have been something else." She squeezed his lumbering cock in both hands, watched his piss slit open. "Whewwwww, whatta cock!"

"Suck it, baby. Chew me up like you did my brother."

"I'll suck and chew you, but I want this cock in my pussy when you cream." She squeezed his prick. "Now I know why you two guys are named Steel." She giggled. "Your daddy must have been a real skyscraper."

"Nnnnnn, Bart did say you talked a lot." He stared down at her between his legs. "Eat me."

"I'm sure he said other things too," Tiffany giggled. "Like I'm the best cock-sucker he's ever met. Remember?" She swiped her wet tongue up the length of Larry's prick.

"Yeahhhhhh!" he groaned, jerking under the squeezing fingers of her hand and the whipping lashes of her wet tongue. "So prove he's right."

Tiffany set about proving what Bart had told Larry. She opened her mouth, slipped the bloated head of Larry's cock between her hungry lips and sucked.

"Yeahhhh," Larry roared. "Now you're really talking!" He lunged, dropped back, content to let the raven-haired housewife set the pace.

Tiffany, her hunger for cock fed by her jealousy and hurt, gobbled voraciously on Larry's towering beam of hard throbbing cockmeat. She sucked, her mouth crammed, the head of his prick rubbing across the roof of her mouth on its way to her tight throat. She used her teeth, her tongue, taking the hard delicious cock deep.

"Unnn, baby," Larry groaned. He twisted on the sofa. Her wet hungry lips, gnawing teeth, and licking tongue kept him squirming and groaning in bliss. "All of it, baby. Take it all!"

Tiffany intended to. She gobbled on his cock until her moist lips touched the cold metal of his zipper. Hard swollen cockmeat throbbed in her gullet and mouth. Gurgling sounds of desire filtered from her cock-stuffed mouth.

Larry lunged up, mashing her lips into his pants. His prick thickened in her throat. Her hot wet gagging mouth drove him crazy. "Baby! Baby."

Tiffany kept her mouth on his prick. Her teeth sank into the stiff base of his cock shaft. It was a tight chewing grip that had Larry howling.

"Aghhhh, baby. You're gonna bite my cock off!" He squirmed in agonizing pleasure.

Holding his prick in her mouth, she fumbled with his belt and pants. Dragging her teeth along his prick, she banged against the ridge of his bloated cockhead. She stopped, spit dripping from her mouth, keeping his cock shaft glistening in spit. One hard deep suck that churned the cum in his balls, then she released his cock.

"You ready to put your cock where it will do the most good?" She staggered to her feet, her head reeling, her body on fire.

Larry skimmed his pants and shorts off, his cock towering above his hairy groin. He kicked off his clothes and spread his legs. "Climb aboard, baby."

"Mmmm, looks good," she sighed, rolling her hips in lewd gestures. "I can't wait until it's right in here." She parted her legs, using her fingers to expose the red seeping gash of her cunt.

Larry drooled, his prick wet, aching to fuck her. "Stop the shit. Climb on."

"Ooooo, Larry. Let me enjoy myself."

He reached for her. "Bitch," he growled, when she danced back out of his way.

"Uh-huh. A hot sexy bitch who wants to be fucked." She came back between his outstretched legs. "You ready?"

Larry's face grimaced in heated anger. He hooked his legs around her legs and pulled. "Gotcha, bitch."

"Ayiieeee!" she squealed, tumbling forward. "Oooo, you bastard."

"Get on my cock, before I rape you."

"You don't have to rape me," she moaned. "I want it too much." She squirmed against him, melting down his body like liquid fire. "Ummmm, your cock feels like a branding iron."

She slithered down one of his thick-muscled legs, coating it in warm pussy cream. "Feel that, Larry. All that cream will be on your cock soon." She was out of her mind, delirious with fuck-lust.

She writhed on the floor, putting on a show for the private detective that he wouldn't forget for a long time. "Mmmm, I'm creaming, Larry, creaming for your prick."

She grabbed his leg, squirmed, straddled it, then wiggled her way up, coating it in warm cunt cream. Hot shivers attacked her pussy. Muscles pulsed inside her fuck hole, anxious for something to milk.

"You're one sexy bitch," he growled, mauling her tits as she creamed both his legs.

"I'm a hell of a lot more than a cock-sucker." She winked.

"I'll be sure and tell Bart." He twisted the flesh of her tits in his hands. "Now get on my cock."

"You're hurting me," she whimpered, loving the rough way he was mauling her tits. "You'll bruise them."

"I'll do more than just bruise your tits if you don't stop fuckin' around." To prove it, he squeezed her tit hard.

"Qwwwww!" she squealed, her face turning red. "Oooo, you fuckin' bastard." She jabbed her cunt against his knee, and lights flashed behind her eyelids.

"My cock. Climb on, or you'll be one flat-chested bitch."

Tiffany giggled, worked her body into position. She straddled his hips. "Don't hurt me, Larry," she moaned, enjoying the pain in her tits. "I'll fuck you."

Larry groaned. Her pussy had pressed his cock flat to his groin. The heat had his balls on fire. The juices of her seeping cunt soaked one side of his cock. "Lift," he growled. "Lift!"

Tiffany, liking the rough game, shook her head. "Let go of my tits." She humped her hips, made Larry groan. For the moment, she was in control.

"Aghhhh, you hot fuckin' bitch." She was crushing his cock into his groin.

"Ahhhhh," she sighed. She leaned back, presenting him with her fleshy tit globes. "Keep pawing them."

Larry did more than that. He mangled the pliant tit meat in his hands, watched her face contort in agony. "In your pussy, bitch."

Tiffany was in heaven. The pain was fun. She eased back, lifted. Her eyes glowed, wide with lust. "Your cock's against my pussy."

Larry growled like a bear and lunged up, burying the thick bloated head of his cock in her cunt. He grunted. The heat of her pussy seared his sensitive cock tip, shot down through his thick prick shaft. "Baby!"

Tiffany's eyes rolled. "Ohhh, Larry." She plunged her body down, impaling her pussy on his overgrown prick. "Aghhhhh, it's in. Ohhh, God is it in!"

"I know," he roared, the heat of her scalding cunt inflaming his entire cock. Cunt muscles, spongy and greedy, attacked his cock shaft, milked it, drenched and greased his entire fucker. "Jesus!" His hands clamped tighter around her oversized tits.

Tiffany lifted, wiggled, slammed down. Larry's cock was quickly gobbled up by her pussy. "Unnnn," she moaned, her head snapping back. "I gotcha!"

Larry roared. His cock was fucked in to the balls. Hot cunt muscles milked his cock shaft. Sticky pussy juice bathed his prick, dribbled out over his balls. "Baby! Goddamn!" He grabbed her hips, began the hard fuck-thrusts that would take her into an intense orgasm.

Tiffany soared to the peak. It was unbelievable. She was there, ready to explode. Her eyes glowed. There was nothing she could do about it.

"I'm cumming! Holy shit! I'm cumming!" She went berserk. She thrashed on his cock as if it were a hot poker. Humping, twisting, her tits slapping in his face, Tiffany creamed.

Larry was holding her jerking bucking body. The hot juice in her cunt seared his prick. The flames licked down into his balls. Her passion enveloped him quickly, and he followed her into a blasting climax.

"I'm cumming." His voice joined hers. Hot cum sprayed from his pisser, drenching her fuck hole. One thick wad after another splattered deep in Tiffany's pussy. "I'm creaming. Aghhhhh!"

The hot cum squirting from his cock catapulted her into another mind-blowing orgasm. She fell forward, buried his face in tit meat. She rocked, swayed, almost toppling from his prick as her orgasms overwhelmed her.

"Ayieeeee!" she screeched.

Larry held her, keeping her impaled on his cum-spurting prick. Keeping her in place with his powerful hands, he fucked his exploding cock into her hot creaming body.

They fucked wildly on the sofa. Tiffany ground her cunt into his hard groin, her clit raw. Larry humped, bombarding her soft squishy cunt with lightning stabs of his cock. Their moans blended, their cum mixed in her hot cock-gulping cunt.

Tiffany arched her back. Her eyes rolled into her head. The room was spinning. Her head snapped forward. Black hair whipped across her scarlet face. "Larry! Larry! Oooooo, I'm dying… ooooooo!"

Larry groaned and fucked his prick into her writhing pussy. "Baby!" he roared. "Damn hot… wet!" His fingers tightened on her hips. "Aghhhhhh!"

"Larry!" She went into wild contortions, then collapsed, covering his face with her tits.

Gasping for air, Larry finished fucking, emptying his load of jizz into her cunt hole. He turned his head, sucking air into his lungs.

Tiffany giggled. "I went off like a bomb."

"So did I," Larry said, holding the soft sensuous woman on his cock. "So did I."