Buzzard Bay (15 page)

Greta stayed away for a week, but one afternoon, she showed up at the front door with two boys in tow. They were very high on drugs. Mona smoked a joint with them, watching as one of the boys finger-fucked Greta. Then the other boy stuck his face between her legs, and Greta never missed a beat; she just sat there talking with Mona as if nothing was happening.

“Herman,” Greta spoke at the other boy, “go lick Mona’s pussy. Where’s your manners?”

Greta had always called her Mona as long as she could remember. The boy was in pretty bad shape. It took a while for him to cipher out what Greta had told him, but after a bit he crawled over to Mona. She stood up and pulled her panties off, and then leaving her dress pulled up, she sat back down. Herman stuck his head between her legs and began to lick.

“That’s more like it.” Greta smiled, toking on her joint and then handing it to Mona. “We can have a much more stimulating conversation this way. If you feel like coming, let me know. They say it’s good for the mother and daughter to do things together.”

Before long, Greta fell asleep on the couch and the two boys left, their heads cleared somewhat from all their stimulating work. Mona was in the kitchen making something to eat when Grundman came home. He came into the kitchen, and she gave him a glass of wine.

“Come see what I have for you,” she told him and led him into the living room.

He saw Greta lying on the couch wearing nothing but her leather jacket. Her legs were spread open; Mona heard his breath quicken.

“I thought you might like an appetizer before eating,” she said to him, rubbing his balls.

he had never seen such a painful look on anyone’s face in her life. Mona dropped his pants and shorts, watching as his manhood leaped out as if it was spring loaded. He moaned as she stroked his cock; she felt his knees buckle and had to help him stand. Mona stopped rubbing his cock for fear he would go off. The last thing she wanted to do was make him angry. She led him by the cock to where Greta lay and then spread her and guided him in.

“Easy, baby,” Mona whispered in his ear. “Take your time enjoy it.”

Grundman seemed to relax and get hold of himself. He began moving in and out; Mona watched with fascination as the shaft appeared and disappeared into Greta’s slit. Greta’s eyes opened; she put her hands behind her head, and she watched Grundman enjoy himself. Mona had seen women get fucked before but never this intimately. She heard herself moan and then explode; now her legs were weak. She came again and could feel the cum running down her legs.

Mona couldn’t help herself, “Cum, baby, cum,” she moaned grabbing Grundman by the nuts. He moaned, and Greta could feel him gush inside her. She laughed watching the two of them get their loads off, panting and sweating.

“You two should get out more,” Greta told them. “You make a beautiful couple.”

Mona and Greta pretty well had Grundman where they wanted him after that. Greta brought her friends over whenever she wanted; as long as she serviced Grundman when he wanted and the way he wanted, he’d put up with it.

Greta hadn’t been into whips before, but Grundman paid very well, and she kind of enjoyed hurting him. What Grundman didn’t like was that he didn’t have the power over her that he so desired. He couldn’t make her moan and squeal; in fact, she made him moan and squeal. He hated her for this.

“I’m her bitch,” he told himself, but she was the only one who could satisfy his perverted mind.

There were other things occupying Grundman’s mind these days. There were billions of dollars floating around looking for a place to land. Money is of no use to anyone unless they can make use of it. Any money that couldn’t be accounted for was closely scrutinized. There were astronomical profits to be made in the drug trade, but this money had to be legitimized before it could be recirculated. Even in Switzerland with its discreet monetary laws, the pressure from foreign countries especially the United States, was taking its toll. When the most powerful country in the world asked questions, some answers were required. This not only became a big problem for drug cartels; names like Noriega and Marcos began to appear as well as other well-known leaders in the world. The countries of the world concerned with drug problems within their own borders, especially the United States, were astonished with what they found.

These countries began working together and found it wasn’t only drug traders that were getting caught up in their net. It was a well-known fact that most rich people and corporations had offshore accounts. But then what? Where did this money go? It didn’t make them much money laying in a bank account, but if large amounts of money went into any legitimate country or business, it would have to be reported. There were three major centers for this money: Hong Kong, and then on to China, Bombay, and last but not least, Dubai, the new pearl of the desert. There were no rules or scrutiny in these jurisdictions, and they all dealt in cash. The rewards were tremendous, and these areas of the world enjoyed a great deal of prosperity as did the investors. However, this money soon collided with the illegal drug money, and investors began blaming the drug cartels for spoiling a good thing.

There was no doubt about it; illegal money was everywhere looking for a home. People like Grundman became more and more in demand than ever. They were the dreamers, the innovators of new ways to legitimize businesses and money. Grundman’s main scam was to finance new projects around the world. There were always people looking for money. Some of them had good projects, but they weren’t big enough to interest the big players because it wasn’t possible to launder huge sums of money off it.

Grundman wasn’t a big player, but if he could just land one of these projects and have it accepted by the money people, the rewards would be astronomical. Then he’d buy a penthouse in Dubai and take Lena there to live out his life. Grundman’s up-front fee usually consisted of about fifty thousand U.S. dollars, each time his agents brought him a project. This would be cash often brought by the client and investors under the pretense that this was all top secret and must be done discreetly. These people thought they were part of this scheme, and none wanted to be taxed so if they delivered the money personally, they could see where their money went. Grundman spared no expense taking his clients to an impressive building which housed a banking and brokering company. The clients were very impressed as he led them to a room in the back, which the bank let some of its customers use for private business. The clients thinking this had to be legit put their money into an account set up by Grundman.

Actually greed had just made them give a perfect stranger fifty thousand cash. One of these clients was Tom Newton. Grundman laughed when he saw this one. A farm project on a remote island in the Bahamas.

Newton had obviously stolen this plan from someone, probably someone’s thesis. It was so over the top that there was no way that it could actually work, so Grundman was quite surprised when his agent in the United States, Ken Holmes, told him Newton was coming with investors in hand.

He took their money like anyone else, telling them he’d submit their project and to go home and wait for their money like all the others. With the money he received from this scam and from the business with Lena, he could have lived very well, but Grundman was no different than his clients. He wanted to score the big one. He spent large amounts of money submitting some of these projects over again, trying to make them interesting to the right people. They accepted his money, but they had no intention of getting involved in his scam.

He also began to realize that both Lena and Greta were underage, a very dangerous situation and yet one that turned him on. Maybe it was because he couldn’t have Lena that he was infatuated with her, but he knew she was the dangerous one. If she got into trouble, she wouldn’t hesitate to use her age to protect herself and would definitely turn on anyone she could to take the blame, one of which was himself. Grundman’s lust always prevailed over sensibility.

One day, Lena would get in trouble, and the only one who could save her would be him, and then she would be his; until then, he had Greta to look after him. She was young, beautiful, and totally screwed up which suited him perfectly. The big thing he liked about Greta was that he could look after her from his petty cash, although lately she’d become more demanding. But it was through Greta that he met his most valuable asset. Someone who gave him credibility among people who were in his line of business, something that was in great demand. A problem solver.

Grundman had only been in bed for about an hour when he heard a commotion outside. He got up and looked out the bedroom window. All he could see was a row of motorcycles lined up in his driveway and down the street. Studded black jackets worn by a group of rowdy bikers were illuminated off the streetlights.

“That fucking Greta,” he said out loud, putting on his housecoat as he headed out to meet the revelers at his front door. “Get the fuck out and stay out,” was on the tip of his tongue as he opened the door, but Greta beat him to it.

“Look what I brought you, Herr Grundman.”

he was leading the prettiest little redhead as she pushed Grundman back inside. He was too weak to resist. His mouth watered as the redhead came up face-to-face and kissed him. The others behind Greta came pouring in the door, filling up the room, and paying little attention to Grundman as they carried on with their boisterous partying.

“Isn’t she cute?” Greta put her arm around the redhead and took a drink from the wine bottle she held in her other hand. She held the bottle out to Grundman.

“Her name is Cindy, and she’d love to fuck you,” Greta told him. Grundman took the bottle unconsciously and began to drink.

Cindy giggled and pointed down at him. He followed the direction of her finger; he hadn’t realized he had a hard-on. It looked like it was peering out through the flaps of a tent. Cindy and Greta laughed hysterically, and Grundman began to laugh too. Cindy reached over and untied his housecoat, and it fell open. Greta grabbed the wine bottle as Cindy took Grundman’s hands and guided them under her tank top to her breasts. She stuck her tongue in his mouth kissing him passionately then slid her tongue down his body all the way till she reached his cock.

Grundman felt his nuts tighten as she took the shaft in her mouth and buried it right to his balls. He’d never been this deep throated before. The sensation was excruciating; he was losing it fast. He grabbed the back of her head as he moaned and threw his own head back.

“She gives good head, doesn’t she,” Greta said in his ear, as he held Cindy’s head close and stroked himself off. He would have choked most girls, but Cindy swallowed his cum and sucked for more. He felt totally wiped out as Cindy licked the last dribbles from his shrinking member.

he stood up and said, “Come with me, baby,” as she took his arm and led him to his reclining chair.

Cindy removed his dressing gown and then her own clothes before laying him down and then climbing in beside him. They lay naked, curled up together on the recliner. Cindy took Greta’s bottle of wine; she placed a tablet in Grundman’s mouth and had him wash it down with the wine. He kissed her, and they lay very content watching as the rest of the party heated up.

Clothing had become optional; it was soon evident that a hard cock in the room was avidly pursued by more than one female at a time. Grundman noticed that some of the participants were as old or older than he was. His mind began to float; he felt himself begin to stir. He couldn’t believe himself; he had never recovered this fast. Cindy took her toe and ran it up his erect phallus. To him it stood like a beacon shining in the light. He had dreamed of orgies like this, now his dream had come true.

There was too much to see; it all became a haze of naked bodies and noise. A chubby blonde girl came over to them and grabbed Grundman’s cock.

“Come for a ride,” Cindy asked her.

It was all the invitation the blonde needed; she climbed aboard and impaled herself on his prick. Both he and Cindy watched as the blonde slid up and down his shaft, her big tits flopping with her motion. Grundman felt as though his mind had left his body. He could feel the woman going up and down on him, and it gave him pleasure but not the pleasure that usually made him go off before he wanted to.

It was a sensation of power that he felt; he could stay hard forever, satisfying any woman he desired. If only Lena was here, she’d be his slave. The blonde was working hard, her face showing the concentration in her desire to reach her goal. Finally, her eyes became glazed and her back arched. Cindy reached up and held her hand as she tightened and moaned then collapsed, her heavy breasts resting on Grundman’s chest.

Grundman felt the power, the power to bring a woman to her knees. He kissed Cindy and ran his fingers over her erect nipples. Cindy placed another tablet in Grundman’s mouth. She was a teenager but an old pro with drugs, knowing just how much to administer to keep a man on the edge or if she wanted, to plunge him over the cliff. The blonde, satisfied, climbed off giving them each a kiss then stumbled off in search of other activities.

A smaller girl came out of nowhere and climbed onto Grundman’s cock. She and Cindy talked about something for a while, but Grundman was too far gone to grasp the conversation. He was pretty sure other girls climbed on and off him, but he became confused and scared. He held on to Cindy very tightly until the sensation went away.

Cindy watched him very closely; she was worried she had overdosed him. All this time, he never lost his hard-on. She held his head to her breast and let the girls have their fun. When he did come back to earth, he grabbed the first thing that men see as they enter this world, and he began sucking on Cindy’s tit.

“Would you like to put some money on this, Grundman?” he heard Cindy say as she turned his head away to look at the other side of the room. His eyes immediately focused on the hugest cock he’d ever seen. On the end of it was Greta trying to get it in her mouth. The man who was fastened to the other end of it was also huge. He was not that young anymore and, although slightly fat, was powerfully built giving the impression he might have been an ex-wrestler.