Rounding Them Up

Rounding Them Up
Sarah Ann loved to watch her husband fuck her.
It was her idea to install the floor to ceiling mirror in his office. She did it to soothe her voyeuristic nature and to satiate that constant urge she felt to fuck him stupid while he was at work. If anyone said her and her sister, Swell, were polar opposites, then they’d never known the sexual prowess both shared.
Today her itch became unbearable, so she took a long hot bath and visited Antoine. He was in the middle of a meeting when she sashayed into the room with a tight black dress on. Sarah Ann stood behind two men who in turn sat in front of his desk each in a tan high back chair.
She beckoned Antoine with a single finger but he quickly shook his head dismissing her. She did it again, and mouthing for him to join her, come here. She received the same response. With a wink, she pulled the pin holding her hair in place. Her hair cascading down, coupling her shoulders. She then loosed the first button of her dress. He got the hint.
“Okay, gentlemen. I think we’re done here. I have other matters to tend to.” The men didn’t hesitate to leave. Antoine was volatile and too much time in front of him could lead to trouble. Any excuse to hide away was welcome. They closed the door as they left. Behind them pins fell into locked chambers and no one would be able to inadvertently enter.
Antoine placed the door lock remote on his desk. It was a quarter-sawn oak, stained in a deep mahogany, matching the floor board and trim of his office. He sat in his favorite black and tan leather desk chair with his pants pooled around his ankles, and her black dress nearby.
Within minutes his shirt and vest were undone and revealed his hairy barrel of a chest and round yet hard belly as she used them to balance herself. She had maneuvered her now dripping pussy over his waiting cock and marveled in how exciting the view was in the mirror.
He tugged on the edges of her garter belt, but she shook her head. “Leave it on,” she hissed.
She loved that first stroke and did what she could to prolong one of her favorite parts of their lovemaking. But her lust overcame her, and a gratified sigh fell from her lips as she lowered her heated well down his length.
“Oh darling, I won’t last long at all,” she said. She watched her dripping sex leave a searing trail of her honey upon his bulging shaft as she pushed herself up and down his cock. Her eyes wanted to close to marvel in the coming ecstasy, but the scintillating sight of their lovemaking was too enticing to turn away.
She bucked her hips as his left hand drifted down her thigh and a single finger lovingly settled atop her pearl. He began to make circles on it, while his right hand cupped her right breast, and gently pinched her pink puckered nipple.
Their bodies flowed as one as the swell within her core grew to a glorious crescendo. A short scream erupted from her lungs as he took over and began to bounce her alabaster hips onto his cock. She saw a pool of her juices form at the base of his rigid rod. Her eyes remained open as he began to throb and swell inside her. She felt him grow fat and harder before she snatched his turgid cock free and stroked him until his seed covered her belly and thighs.
Antoine’s cell phone vibrated on a nearby table. She pulled her drenched body off his and sashayed over and swiped the touch screen.
“Dad,” Belair said.
“Talk to me son,” Antoine replied as he stared at Sarah Ann’s delicious backside while she walked toward the bathroom.
“We got ‘em all. Swell just got caught by Ellis and his boys.”
“They get all her guns?” Antoine asked while Sarah Ann stood in the bathroom doorway.
“She didn’t have any,”
“That ain’t right,” Sarah Ann replied. “Swell don’t go anywhere without her guns. They find Evan?”
“Naw,” Belair replied. “And she didn’t have any guns. Ellis checked her thoroughly. A strip search you could say. Think she enjoyed it as much as he did,”
“Just keep her away from Junior and Cutter,” Antoine replied. “And find Evan. Is Jackson bringing the sisters?”
“Yeah one is on her way.”
Sarah Ann smiled. “Well, we only need one of them don’t we?”
Antoine smiled. “Belair, tell Jackson we only need one.”
“I will,” Belair said without hesitation.
“I guess we solve all our problems tonight,” Antoine replied.
“Yes, and maybe you could help me with an itch that needs a scratchin’” Sarah Ann replied as she crooked a finger his way. She was ready to move onto round two. Business was a turn on for her. The excitement of knowing her obstructive sister was about to get hers tickled her stomach.

Junior tugged against his restraints as Belair hung up his cell phone. “Take’ ‘em to the mansion and call Jackson.”
Ellis nodded and gestured to the other men who unceremoniously ushered Cutter and Junior into the bed of a dented red pickup truck. “And say what boss?” Elli had been Belair’s trusted man for as long as either of them could remember. It was as if they could sense what the other was thinking, speak before the other even knew what they wanted to say.
“Tell him we only need one of them women alive.” He walked around the vehicle and got in on the passenger side while Ellis hopped in back and snatched his cell from a back pocket in his jeans.
Junior and Cutter exchanged glances as the truck started down the bumpy road. They both knew when their time came they would make a move.
“Thanks for the pants,” Junior said.
Belair smirked from the cabin. He turned and opened the back window. “We got ‘cha mama, Junior.”
“Or does she have you?” Junior replied.
“Ha. No we have her and one of those witches too. Guess it’s not a good night to be a woman ‘round you huh Junior?”
Junior shrugged as Cutter inched closer to the tailgate. “My Mama more woman than you’ll ever know. You ask me, you all don’ bit off more than yaw gonna be able to chew.”
Belair shook his head. “Your Mama is bad, but even she can’t overcome my daddy. Wow. When I look at you, I wonder how a woman that pretty could have a boy so damn ugly.”
“That’s what I always say,” Cutter said. The truck hit a particularly nasty bump and Ellis had to snatch Cutter before he fell off the truck.
“Thank ya’ kindly,” Cutter said. “You know we should be in the cabin?”
“Why you say that?” Ellis asked.
“He think he special,” Junior replied.
“Nobody asked your big butt nothin’” Cutter snapped back.
Junior turned to Ellis. “He got hemorrhoids.”
“The only hemorrhoid I got is yo’ dumb ass.”
Undaunted, Junior continued “My Mama says he got ‘em from getting poked in the ass.”
“Boy,” Cutter stood up just as the truck hit another bump. The jolt was too much for his unsteady feet and he tumbled from the bed Somehow his roll onto the ground, hard as it was, landed him on his feet. He took a single glance back at the truck, ignored the pain shooting down his right side and then dashed into the brush.
“Stop!” Belair cried out. The driver slammed on the brakes. Belair was out of the truck before the truck was fully stopped and a gun was positioned at Junior’s head. “Don’t you fucking move.”
He turned to Ellis. “Get the flashlight from behind the driver’s seat. Take Smitty with you and go find his ass and bring him to the house alive! But feel free to beat on him for causing us this major fucking inconvenience!” Belair glared in the general direction that Cutter had run. “Looks like there’s an old trail that runs through there. Follow it. He ain’t gonna make it unless he’s on the trail.”
Belair pointed at the driver’s seat while the other two men followed his orders. “You drive asshole.” He was pointing at Junior.
“Where we going?” Junior asked as he hopped off the back of the truck. He didn’t resist as Belair pushed him into the cabin and then ran to the other side and jumped in. For only a moment Junior contemplated his chance to escape. But, he knew Belair would only need one shot to stop the truck. And stop Junior for the rest of his sorry life.
“Just drive fuck face.”
“Helps if I know where I’m going.”
Belair put the gun in Junior’s face. “Wh,y we’re going to the last place you’ll ever fucking see; my daddy’s mansion. Now fucking drive.”