A limitless love. Marcus thought. "How powerful is your love God that you would put temptation before me and yet I do not want to dine. I love my wife and children so much to not soak it up over a few wonderful minutes of pleasure." Marcus mumbled to himself as he walked away from Tilly, who was still fumbling with her clothes.
Molly Dean smiled at herself as she looked at Marcus through the secret camera that she installed the day after she decided that full-time work and house work cannot be done even by a superhero.
"Ok Marcus, you have passed the test. You are maturing" Molly turned in her executive chair in her office. " Nigel?" Molly shouted towards the half-opened office door.
Moments later a welldressed young man with his shirt tucked neatly in his pants, who could have passed for a model, even with the sig 226 tucked in his waist band entered the room His pants fitted his cheeks like a four pound bag of sugar.
Emmh, emmh Molly thought as the handsome assistant came towards her.. "Yes Minister," Nigel answered.
"Please advise the Prime Minister's assistant that I am awaiting correspondence from his office regarding the Hellbent matter."
"Right away Minister," Nigel replied, and Molly smiled internally as she admired his physique, thinking how Marcus had looked twenty years ago before the paunch appeared.
"Focus woman," Molly muttered. "I need the ball rolling, lets see who could want Richard Hellbent out of the way, let's see; Antonio Sharpe, Jaden McNamara, Rex Morgan, Lisa Hellbent hmm".
Molly took up her desk phone and dialed a local telephone number.
Moments later
"Commissioner, I need files on my desk by tomorrow before the close of day for the following persons: Antonio Sharpe, businessman of twelve Avenue, Jaden McNamara, businessman, owner of the patty palace, and Rex Morgan from the eastern Caribbean, St. Barts to be exact, but who has a local connection. Commissioner, the Prime Minister, wants results on the Hellbent case and he will be appointing a special prosecutor. I expect your full cooperation Commissioner, but I expect you to do your job quietly and with alacrity."
"Yes Minister," the commissioner replied.
Molly hung up the phone and wondered if the Commissioner knew who the PM had in mind, but she wanted to be careful not to rain on the Prime Minister's parade, because he was a politician that 'carried a belly' for those that he felt were not in his back pocket. Molly shook her head.
"I want to see and know if there are any skeletons in his closet and anything from the past that will come back to haunt me and prevent me from becoming Prime Minister Molly Dean Ph.D in the not-too-distant future. Worse like how Marcus is supposed to be the person investigating the murder. The Prime Minister might think this will be a millstone around my neck. I can't allow Marcus to fail. "He is mistaken if he thinks my God will allow him to give me a basket to carry water. Because I will deliver," Molly began to chuckle.
" Nigel, bring me the files that we have locked away in file thirteen," Molly shouted through the half open office door.
Moments later Nigel brought the two folders.
His tight, white shirt hugged his pecks and biceps, his stomach rippled with muscles. Molly bit her lip eyes locked on the flawless view those blue pants left behind. She sighed heavily, Marcus once looked like that but over the years, Marcus had slacked off exercise and the love handles had begun to appear, but he was still a hunk of a man.
"Nothing is wrong with a little eye candy every now and again," Molly thought chuckling, while she inhaled Nigel's lingering cologne.
I wonder if Marcus knew that the government had been secretly observing him and a few others, compiling files because of their potential impact on sitting members of the Government. Molly released a heavy sigh and began vigorously rubbing the muscles at the back of her neck.
Molly picked up the telephone.
"Its been a stressful day, I am going to take the rest of the day off."
After a long day at the office Molly needed to de-stress and gym was the perfect place to do so. She opened the bottom drawer of her cabinet and grabbed the medium sized duffle bag.
"I will see you in the morning Nigel," Molly said as she walked confidently past her assistant.
"Do you need a shadow tonight, Minister?" Nigel asked.
Molly closed her eyes and savored the sound of his voice.
"No Nigel, I will be fine." Molly replied.
There were times she wanted to tell him that she loved the sound of his voice, but she preferred to err on the side of caution lest he thought the Minister had the hots for the young hot policeman.
Ten minutes later.
The gym was Molly's place to clear her mind and to think, even if people recognized her, no one made anything of it. In a few minutes after leaving the Ministry she parked her personal car in the underground parking lot and took the elevator to the 15th floor and then used her swipe card to access the gym. Her body already started to feel relaxed as she looked at the equipment glistening in the slightly dim light. Her peak cap covered her face. Quickly she walked into the private change rooms and slipped into her blue leotards, the seam rested directly on her naked skin. It made her body come alive. Some women hated the feel of the stitching, but Molly loved how it caressed her body in ways that Marcus had somehow forgotten.
Vigorously, she exercised for the first forty-five minutes until sweat began to pour form her arm pits. She then slowed her rhythm and grinded against the black leather the thin tights provided little or no barrier to the friction that stirred deep inside her body... Molly gripped the handle bars and wondered if anyone noticed her blushing cheeks... her hips swayed from side to side...
Although the gym was scanty the clunk and clang of metal could be heard all around her. She was sweating in the obvious places and it camouflaged the wetness between her plump thighs, her nipples were now outlined in the leotards and she wanted to touch them and sometimes she placed her hand beneath the towel that hung around her neck and scratched her favorite nipple until she had to bite her lips in order not to moan aloud. If the mirror before the stationary bike could have spoken, it would have the number of times she climaxed and pretended it was the workout that made her gasp. However, the best part of the gym was the semi-secluded showers with the pulsing warm water and shower heads with the long hoses.
Molly alighted from the cycle and enjoyed the walk to the shower. Pleasant shivers moved through her body, but she wanted more. She wanted to watch her red-polished toes stretch then curl the moment she knew the cum was about to crest signaling her orgasms even when her husband dined between her thighs and lapped her to peaceful sleep after watching her toes that were hoisted on his shoulders curl and her thighs tremble gripped by the waves of pleasure. Molly's thoughts and body united. She had barely reached into the shower when her fingers dived between her wet plump pussy lips, enjoying the smooth succulents of her arousal. Molly's mind imagined things she knew was naughty...but she wondered if she would ever feel the strength and vigor of a new male muscle slipping into her single use love sponge, it was just a fantasy. But it placed her mind into over drive just wondering if she could make another man growl and bawl out with pleasure. She grabbed her right breast and moaned aloud under the tension of want.
Molly's knees buckled, and she caught herself by clutching the flimsy shower curtain. Her toes cracked and crunched.
Rex Morgan had been coming to the gym for a while and Molly admired his physique and his smile. He was easy to talk to and even though Molly was supposedly happily married, parts of her liked listening to the different perspectives of people that she met at the gym. Rex was one of those people. He was intelligent and ruggedly handsome. He spoke with an intoxicating accent and claimed that he was in between relationships and had a five-year-old son. But Molly caught him a few times watching her at the gym especially when she was on the cycle. Rex's t-shirt did not hide much and especially the dark nipples that peeked through the sleeveless shirts at her or the bulge that grew each time Molly would clench her ass when she knew her cum was upon her. Molly found herself curious about what he had beneath the black shorts.
Rex's bulging muscles and his warm smile were the center of her thought, as her grip tightened on the curtain while, her fingers stroked her wet love sponge. The combination of warm water, and the invading thoughts brought more soft moans from Molly's lips.
"Oh gosh, I'm coming. Why is it so tempting to look over the fence." Molly whispered while panting. The mothballs of lust were slowly fading from her inhibitions as she remembered Shorty the man who had brought back excitement in her life. Molly Dean found her self-engaged in a secret fantasy. Midlife with Marcus, especially in bed had become predictable and boring. I need the counter to an exciting life as a Minister and Parliamentarian. I want to be held and cuddled and ravaged by my man,, but instead, all he talks about is work, work, work and who has an outstanding invoice for services. I want him to service my body like a young stud that is hungry to churn my butter into warm milk. Molly hissed her teeth.
She dragged her quivering body from beneath the shower and dried herself, there was still a dull ache in her center. She was in no mood to drive home and decided to crash at the nearby hotel.
Thirty minutes later.
Molly placed an order for room service and then flopped across the king sized bed. The suite was modestly furnished, but yet quite exquisite. Molly sent a message to Marcus that she would not be coming home tonight because she was exhausted after a hectic day. Sleep hugged her eyelids and Molly drifted off to sleep only to be disturbed by a knock on the door.
Molly groaned, as she angrily walked to the door. She yanked it open.
She gasped. "How did you find me?"
He gazed into her eyes and instantly her heart and resolve melted. He hugged her and they stayed clutched in each other's arms, her head resting on his chest. She felt safe and secure wrapped in his arms.. as she looked up at his face, and the magnetism drew their lips together. The kiss was tentative at first, explorative but the urgency grew when his tongue slipped between her plump pink lips. Molly exhaled into him, their bodies grew hotter and soon they were devoid of their clothes.
He touched her lovingly like a man meeting a woman for the very first time. The tension building as they embraced. Entwining her legs with their bodies bonded like water flowing in the stream. She surrendered to him, and their breathing merged into a single, breathless rhythm, he enjoying her softness and she, his hardness. He was deep into her and she wanted him deeper. They were meant to be. Molly urged him on with her soft whimpers, relishing real love, his body glued to hers while her fingers explored, tracing his muscles and clutching his dark buns as they tensed.
His soft grunts as he felt her body, quiver beneath his, their passion blotting out the world. How could this be Molly wondered. How could it have been him all along and she did not recognize it? He was her key, and all her locks fell open to him. Molly's body felt the swell of excitement his dark skin so in contrast to her vanilla ivory complexion. He grunted and he sounded urgent, and she felt him grinding harder wanting to feel his love. Molly received him with all her mind, their bodies writhed in unison, joined in the communion of love. Molly's back arched to him and his into hers as he squirted and she gushed. They kissed intimately, tasting the spicy honey. Their fingers and minds united for the moments their bodies were gripped by passion and pleasure. A tear drop fell from him, while he thought about how long he wanted her to figure out the puzzle and it was then that she realized it was really him. They had become one.
As their muscles quivered and their heavy breathing subsided, reality slowly dawned on them. His tears were not tears of joy, they were mixed with pain and pleasure. She searched his eyes and saw it and kissed him softly while hugging him close until his member became flaccid and slipped from her... leaving a void that she felt in her heart.
As he rolled off her she took charge and straddled him, she was meticulous and her lips kissed his dark nipples while her tongue swirled around them. She nipped them with her teeth and slowly she felt him pulse between her thighs, his hand was groping and caressing her ass.. almost kneading it and spanking it at the same time. His huge hands felt warm and inviting her kitty purred to the touch. Her thighs quivered and when she found his manhood and it was still limp, but yet sturdy enough, she guided the head to her opening and she brushed her swollen lips on it while watching his face. His eyes rolled and he gasped as she slid down on his fast hardening shaft. Molly knew she had him as her waist slowly gyrated and worked the stiff muscle. Molly was now in control each thrust of her waist meant mind control. Molly gritted her teeth and then bit her lips. Her thoughts still quite focused, but he wasn't small at all... he filled her wet quivering quim to the brim...
Molly's arms were tense with her palms beside his head. She coiled and uncoiled, working every inch of him methodically, using his muscle almost like a battering ram to break down her inhibitions. Instead of being rough, she wanted him to feel the soft pink muscle like a love sponge bathing down his hard cock as her full ripe nipples brushed his upper chest and lips, her body feeding from the pleasure that threatened to rob her self-control was building gradually from her center. Molly wanted to make him cry out in riotous passion when she finished, her toes cracked and stretched.. her back arched as beads of sweat ran down her spine. She was in total control as she watched his hands clutching the sheet for dare life as her tempo increased. Her shyness dissipated.. she wanted to hear herself being fucked and her vocals grew louder....
Her body trembled for an instant, his manhood had touched her g-spot and her mind lost concentration as she bit her lip, while closing her eyes... it was then he turned her over on her back and this time he wanted to be in charge. His muscles stiffened, and she felt his intensity, her butter churned, he was hard, firm and direct, the boyish gentleness giving way to a man that knew how to use his tool. He drove, dived and screwed her long and hard until the butter turned to milk and spewed, leaving her mind lost in a world that made her talk gibberish in-between shouting.. yes, yes.. damn..yes... yessssss.