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Authors: Fiona McGier

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For the Love of His Life

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For The Love of His Life

By
Fiona McGier

 

Credits Page

Eternal Press
A division of Damnation Books, LLC.
P.O. Box 3931
Santa Rosa, CA 95402-9998

www.eternalpress.biz

For The Love of His Life
by Fiona McGier

 

Digital ISBN: 978-1-61572-921-0

Print ISBN: 978-1-61572-922-7

Cover art by: Dawné Dominique

Edited by: Juanita Kees

Copyright 2013 Fiona McGier

Printed in the United States of America
Worldwide Electronic & Digital Rights
Worldwide English Language Print Rights

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any form, including digital and electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the Publisher, except for brief quotes for use in reviews.
This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Dedication page

To Paul: thanks for teaching me to find myself while camping in the pine forests of the north woods. The love we share grows in depth every year.

To my readers: I’m in love with the BWCA, Boundary Waters Canoe Area of upper Minnesota. We spent years camping on the western edge, in Ely, and even visited a black bear sanctuary up in Orr. Now that we’ve discovered that on the eastern edge, Grand Marais offers the northern shoreline of Lake Superior as well as smaller lakes, and a huge national forest that we’ve only begun to explore, I’m trying to convince my husband that we need to move up there...ASAP!

This book is my attempt to show how life can be enriched when you slow down enough to listen to your own inner voice. I find this peace when we are up north where the stars shine brighter and you can reach up your hand to touch the face of God to say Thank-you.

Chapter One

He was disturbed to realize he was naked and hanging on a cross. When he turned his head, he saw that both his arms were outstretched, tied with ropes to the arms of the cross. His shoulders were numb from the drag of his body weight and his legs were tied together. He had no idea how he’d gotten there, or why he was being so abused.

He heard a noise and looked down to see his mother, Guadalupe Rodriguez, impeccably-dressed as usual and smoking one of her long, thin brown cigarettes. She regarded him gravely for a moment before speaking.

“ ¡Díos mio!
¡Mijo!
Look what you have come to! It’s not like I didn’t warn you! Living your wild life, doing your drinking and your drugging and your whoring! I was no saint, but you? You pursue
el diablo
like you’re anxious to meet him today! Not
mañana!

He glared at her.

“And what choice did you give me? The bastard son of a Vegas showgirl…what other lifestyle did you ever offer me? I learned from watching you how to kill the pain of living, how to survive on just my good looks and my wits.”

She shook her head morosely while blowing smoke rings at him. They circled his head and threatened to strangle him like a noose.

“No matter. Look, there is the priest. Father, what now?”

The old man in the black gown and white collar shuffled over and shook his head sadly.

“Judgment day is here. Repent, my son, before it is too late!”

He began to laugh at those words.

“Too late? I was born too late! I have lived too late! I’m no coward! I will die as I have lived, defiant in the face of man and, yes, even God!”

“Repent! Repent! Repent!”

* * * *

With a sudden intake of breath his eyes snapped open. He was lying on his back, not hanging from a cross. But he was naked and his arms were really numb. Why?

He looked down and realized there were two women in the bed on either side of him, each with her head on one of his shoulders. In slumber, their heads were dead weights.. He tried to remember what happened before he fell asleep.

It had been the usual kind of night for him. He’d gone out clubbing and been the toast of the town at any place he’d walked into. He never had to wait in line…he was a famous movie star, so everyone wanted to have him seen and photographed in their establishment. Women threw themselves at him and he wanted to taste them all. He rarely took only one home…he usually chose two or more.

He’d been drinking heavily before he even went out, celebrating being chosen as the star in the new movie directed by the most sought-after man in Hollywood. This director rarely ventured into the town unless he was scouting out the stars for his next project. Raul had been told a month ago he was going to have the lead and since then, whenever he wasn’t actually shooting preliminary scenes, or trying on costumes or memorizing lines, he was partying non-stop.

He tried to remember some details. He had flashes of images…Danny buying him drinks…Joey doing lines of coke with him…smoking weed and doing more lines of coke with the two women in bed with him. It wasn’t hard for the women to convince him to go home with them. They were celebrity whores, anxious for the chance to be able to brag about being fucked by Raul Roderick. He remembered they had tongue-kissed each other for his enjoyment, then both had turned their attention to his various parts…

But right now, he needed them to move their heads off of his arms, so he could get some circulation back in them. He tried to remember their names, but had no idea who they were. He tried to lift his arms to dislodge them, but they really were numb and the women appeared to be fast asleep…or still in a drunken-drugged stupor.

What the hell time was it anyway?
“Hey,” he said loudly, in an attempt to wake them both.

They moaned without opening their eyes—which was not promising—but began to stretch. Doing that meant they moved off of his poor, dead arms.

Hallelujah!
“Girls, I hate to wake you from your beauty sleep, but I have to get to an important meeting this morning, so I really need to find my watch…or a clock…or my cell phone. I need to know what time it is.”

The blonde woman pushed herself up to sitting position. Smiling at him, she fondled the pointy nipples on top of mountainous implants that stretched her skin so much it, looked like they might explode.

“I’ll tell you what time it is, honey,” she began. “It’s time for another round of fucking! You are an animal!”

The black woman began to writhe next to him and he looked over to see her fingering her pussy and pouting. “Please, sir, can I have some more?”

He smiled at them both, feeling himself responding to their invitations, but still determined to not be late for his meeting.

“I really can’t, girls. Besides, I’ll bet we used up all of my condoms last night.
Big Rod
never comes out to play unless he’s wearing a raincoat. I may be a bastard, but I don’t want to father any of them myself. And don’t bother to tell me you’re on the pill…I make it a habit never to believe women who have their hands on my dick…”

The blonde was busily stroking him into full arousal and the black woman got up to search in his pants pockets.

“Shit! No more condoms here!” She crawled back onto the bed and licked from his hand up his still somewhat numb arm, to claim his lips in a soul-searching, tongue-dueling kiss. “But we don’t need them if we don’t actually fuck, right?”

His arousal was complete. His rod was rampant and eager for more action, and the blonde was already licking the drops of pre-come off it without waiting for his answer. He smiled at the black woman and pulled her closer to him, using his slightly tingling hands to press her tits together so he could lick both nipples at once. Her implants were more modest, but he found her dark brown nipples totally addictive once they were in his mouth. For a while there were no sounds except the moans and groans of sexual activities.

The blonde woman sucked particularly hard and took him all the way into her throat. He rewarded her with a loud groan. He opened his barely-focused eyes and smiled at the black woman in front of him.

“Why don’t you bring that hot, chocolate pussy of yours up here and sit on my face? I tasted your girlfriend last night, but I don’t remember getting any of your juices smeared all over my face.”

She smiled as he lay back, the blonde moving along with him, never letting him out of her mouth. The black woman put her thighs on either side of his head and he inhaled deeply.

“Now that’s what I call a
good morning bootie call
,” he said before he dove into her with his tongue. She moaned for him, then pulled on her friend’s legs to get her onto her hands and knees, so her pussy was accessible. They all got down to serious oral play, licking and sucking, then using their fingers to stimulate any hole they found close to their faces.

Despite his having come repeatedly the night before, or so he thought he remembered, it didn’t take long before Raul was warning the blonde, “I’m gonna come…sweet Jesus, I’m gonna blow!”

The spasms shook him to his core, and the women both shrieked and screamed as if they were having simultaneous multiple orgasms with him. He knew at least one of them wasn’t faking, as the black woman’s pussy walls gripped his fingers with each spasm that made her buck on his face. Still he pounded into her with three fingers, making sure she would not walk out of the room unsatisfied. When she moved her thigh over to the other side of his head, so both were on the one side, he picked up his head to watch what she was doing. The blonde woman was bucking like a bronco, riding both the thumb up her ass and the four fingers being jammed repeatedly into her pussy. She reared up, her mouth off of his cock—
thank God
—before shrieking as if she was being murdered.She gnashed her teeth and whimpered out her pleasure.

Finally the blonde collapsed on the bed. Her friend curled up next to her, fondling her enormous breasts and licking her neck.

Raul smiled at the ceiling as he enjoyed the last vestiges of his powerful orgasm. “Now that was some world-class cock-sucking, girl,” he began, at which both women giggled. “And watching you two pleasure each other has been a real turn-on, that’s for sure! But I really need to find out what time it is…I’m gonna get up and pee, then look for my phone. No need for you two to get up,” he added as they began to stroke each other again purposefully.

It seemed to take forever for him to be able to finish in the bathroom, but eventually he opened the door to find the two women indulging themselves in each other again.

“Girls, if I had a condom I’d join you two again. But I don’t,” he rummaged around under the pile of clothing at the foot of the bed. “Aha,” he shouted, as he pulled his phone out of his pants pocket.When he straightened up, he was looking at some of the hottest girl-on-girl action he had seen in a long time…and for him, that was saying a lot!

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