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I broke out in a sudden sweat as I saw both of the armed women in the room move their hands closer to their guns. Claire’s husband, Mick, had read our offer. His jaw had clenched. His face had become red. Veins had popped out on his neck. He had taken several deep breaths, stood and said, “Come on, Claire. Ditch these bitches and come home. I know that I messed up and I’ll make that up to you, but I’m not going to agree to any of this. If you divorce me, I’m going to take the kids. You’re an unfit mother without me to keep you in line.” We were in a deposition room at a law firm in downtown St. Louis. There were cameras recording the meeting and that was evident from the lights that were clearly on. Margo had driven us there from the airport after leaving the peaceful north woods, with a brief stop to buy Claire a new outfit for the meeting. We had met Yasmina, a special negotiator who would run the meeting, in time to go over the details and let her know what to expect from Mick. Another female bodyguard had joined us. Claire and I had both taken the day off from work to present the offer. Mick had arrived a little late and was clearly frazzled from having spent the weekend alone with the girls. The details of our offer had been worked out via emails between me and Mrs. Cardinal. They included a buyout of controlling interest in Mick’s security business. That was the Last Wives Club’s main interest. We required that some of the funds from the buyout would be deposited in trust funds for their daughters. Mick wouldn’t get a chance to become a deadbeat dad. Some would go into an offshore account in Claire’s name. Mick would be free to have sex with anyone, woman or man, that he pleased, except Claire. She had made a special point of including men, just to insinuate her belief that he was less than completely honest with himself about his desires. I looked at Claire and saw steely determination on her face. She stood, coming face-to-face with him across the table. He was flanked by Margo and the other bodyguard, a mysterious woman with a scar on her face who looked like she could kill, and eat, anything that dared to piss her off. Yasmina and I remained seated on either side of Claire. I’m sure that I looked like I was about to dive under the table, but Yasmina just stared at Mick like he was an interesting new insect she had never seen before. “Listen up, asshole. You are not in charge of me anymore. Having a pussy doesn’t make me a slave. You gave up any claim to loyalty from me, and we both know that you won’t get custody. I’m not going to divorce you. If you divorce me, you’ll end up flat broke and have your dirty laundry out in public. My benefactor will see to that. Look around you. There’s a deep pocket behind me and they aren’t afraid to play hardball. If you sign the agreement, you’ll have almost half your company and we’ll sweep this all under the rug. Nobody else will know that we went from being married to leading separate lives in the same house. Sit, the fuck, down.” Claire was dressed in a new, elegant, and clearly expensive pantsuit. She knew that would bother him. He was one of those guys who saw himself as wearing the pants in the family. She was taking those away from him. He clearly did not like hearing her stand up for herself, but he read the situation and decided not to escalate the confrontation. He sat down, muttering something that sounded like, “fuckin’ bitches”. Claire sat down and Yasmina, once again, calmly asked him if Ataşehir Escort he had any questions. Mick tried angling for time to do some analysis of the offer and that was refused. He tried negotiating on the price and some of the details. There was a little give and take, but in the end, he signed the several agreements and salvaged what he could from his failed marriage. This was the most ruthless display of negotiating that I had witnessed. Seeing the club go after this man’s company was an eye opener. The offer was fair, but there was no doubt that the sale was coerced. If I had seen this for my own negotiation, I probably would not have cooperated but then, I wasn’t Claire, and Dan wasn’t Mick. I had more evidence of how fortunate I was with Dan. I also had a greater understanding of how the club wielded ‘influence’. Mick had been threatened with harassment, to the point of imprisonment, by the preponderance of women in the field of family law. Had he brought his own lawyer to the meeting, he might not have heard some of the threats that Yasmina had barely veiled in her description of how things might go for him. *** The induction ceremony for Claire was held in Kansas City less than two weeks after the deal with her husband was struck. My hotel room was right next to hers and I made sure we had an adjoining door. I played it the way Kyra had played mine, sending instructions for her to wear nothing under her black burqa when she went to the ceremony. I waited in a dark corner of the hallway outside our rooms, once again experiencing the thrill of feeling naked but invisible in public. I had both hands tucked inside my sleeves, and one hand was casually rubbin’ the nubbin. When Claire left for the elevator, I suddenly showed up behind her, startling her when she noticed me. We did not speak as we made our way to the conference room, and I’m sure she had no idea of my identity. When I stepped behind her as the sponsor of Mrs. Emerald, I could sense her excitement. After the ceremony, she had a new blue card. We each went to our own room, but I told her to open the door between rooms. I opened mine to find that we had both had the same idea. We had stripped off the burqas so we could kiss and hug naked. It felt good to have my body against hers, to feel her muscular back with my hands as she pulled me close, and to let our hands roam around until we both had one hand on the other’s ass. We broke from our kiss. “That was hot! I felt so naughty. It made me wet and there’s no cock here to use it. That’s the worst thing about not leaving Mick. I’m not letting him poke me, but my resolve is weakening because I’m craving a good fuck.” I was very glad that I had recently received, and decided to bring, my new toy, the custom strapon dildo that I had ordered, with Kyra’s guidance, from a sister. “I’ve got a cock in a box. I’ve never used it before. You want to break it in with me?” “Sure!” I retrieved my new cock from my luggage and showed it to her. “Wow! I have got to get me one of those! Then I’ll have to find someone to use it on. I like how it fits in both holes. That must be fun.” “I’ll let you try it on me sometime, maybe later tonight. It will probably fit you well enough, but I’ll help you buy one that fits perfectly.” “But you’ll fuck me with it first, right?’ Cuz I’m getting wetter by the second.” I plopped down on the bed in her room, raised my legs, and gave her the tube of gel that Kyra had given me. “If Ataşehir Escort Bayan you could smear a small dab of that on my asshole and help me get this in, I’ll be happy to take a poke at you.” My anus relaxed much more easily than when I had used Kyra’s dildo. Part of that was because I had specified a smaller bulb on the back post. It could slip out more easily, but it felt more comfortable. Claire gave my pussy a few good licks before slipping the front post in. I held my new cock in front of me for the first time as I stood and turned my back to Claire. She tied the straps over my hips and behind my back and then clipped the metal balls on. I wiggled it a little bit and it felt great. It was smaller than Kyra’s but I thought it suited me nicely. I had specified ‘average’ and it was about the size of Dan’s. When I looked down at it, if felt strange to realize that this was my cock. Claire was on the bed in the doggie position. “Please, please, please.” She was acting like an eager little kid, so sidled up behind her and placed the tip between her pussy lips. Looking down on her was remarkably arousing. I couldn’t feel her pussy open to accept me, but I could see her pussy lips react as I slid it into her and I could feel the effects of her body movements as they translated back to the places where my body touched the dildo. “Unhh. God that feels nice. I’ve been missing this. Ah, yeah, fuck me.” It was exciting to hear her talk like that. “You like that? You like my big cock in your cunt?” “Yeah, Cathy. Give it to me hard.” I put my hands on her hips. Her back looked masculine, with broad shoulders, hard muscles, and boyish hips. I also noticed her large long-fingered hands, spread out and holding her upper body off the bed. They looked bony and not soft. The rest of her skin was soft and her ass felt smooth as I slammed into it until my brass balls hit her inner thighs. Her hand was rubbing her clit; I thought that she would soon come. I was feeling an orgasm approaching from the stimulation of the cock against my burning clit. She suddenly pulled away. “Now, into my ass, please.” She arched her back upward and spread her legs further apart, dropping her pussy lower and placing her asshole at just the right height. I grabbed the wet shaft and pressed the head of my cock against her tight hole. I pushed gently against her against her and watched her flesh indent as her anus resisted. She suddenly pushed back against the bulbous tip, driving it into her. “Yeah, fuck me hard, Cathy. Fuck my ass.” I grabbed her hips and starting slamming into her, watching her tighter hole as it followed my cock in and out. I hadn’t really enjoyed fucking Kyra with her strapon, but mine fit better and I loved this position. I looked down on Claire’s boyish back and I understood what Benedict meant by ‘the power of the cock’. Claire was craving it and it I was providing it. I briefly thought about what it would be like to fuck Bennie, or Dan, or any man with it, but that did nothing for me. I thought about Kyra, but since she was such a mentor figure, that didn’t do it either. Here was Claire, my adopted daughter, my student, my protégé. I was fucking her, boning her, putting it to her, shoving my cock in like it was all she would ever need. I rolled my hips emphatically, to increase the sensation she felt, and she started the ‘fick-ah’ noise that told me she was getting very close. The rolling motion of my hips also increased Escort Ataşehir the stimulation on my clit. I was feeling the burn in my thighs that told me I was reaching my limit of endurance, but Claire screamed “Faster!” I drove in faster and harder and that put both of us over the edge, our hips twitching and shuddering as they responded to each other’s movements. Finally, my thigh strength gave out and I collapsed on top of her. The sweat from our exertions almost made me slide off her back, but we both rolled to the same side and my cock stayed inside her. Our heaving breaths slowly returned to normal. “Crimeny, Cathy! That was fuckin’ awesome!” I felt a strange sense of pride for having evoked that compliment with my unfamiliar equipment. I gave her a behind-hug, like Dan had often given me after we achieved near-simultaneous orgasms, pulling us tight to each with a hand cupped over her lower breast. When we finally relaxed, I asked, “Do you need me to do anything special when I pull it out, Claire?” “Nope, I’ll just go get a wash cloth. Be right back.” She returned with the damp cloth, handed it to me, and untied my strap. I removed my cock and she took it into the bathroom. I’m pretty sure she washed it, but she returned wearing it. I felt a little possessive at first. I didn’t want somebody else wearing my cock but she was laughing because it kept trying to pop out of her butt and I chided myself for wanting to deny her that moment of fun. “I guess I’m not tight enough. Plus, the poles aren’t really far enough apart.” “You can specify different sizes for the bulbs on the posts. I really felt stretched by the larger one, so I bought the smaller.” “Good to know. I like it though. When you used it, it fit my butt perfectly.” “You can get all different cock sizes, too.” She was stroking the cock with her hand, slowly, dreamily. She was framed by the doorway to the other room and started moving sensuously, rolling her hips, swaying, arching her back, rubbing one hand across her belly and up around her breasts and she began humming. I didn’t recognize the tune, but she had a beautiful singing voice, so it sounded good. Considering how tall and gawky she normally looked, she had become surprisingly fluid and sinuous. Something deep inside me started to respond to the motion. “What size do you like inside you?” “About that size. It’s pretty close to what Dan had. I like ’em larger, too, especially thicker. Not for my butt, though. I’ve never done that.” “Do you want to?” “I’m a little curious about it, but I guess I don’t understand why. Does it really feel that good?” “Oh, I think so. To tell the truth, I can barely feel anything with a cock in my pussy. I like to be fucked there, but it’s more emotionally than physically pleasant. With anal, I get both.” “Oh, I see. I’m just afraid that even an average size like that is too big, especially for a first time.” “You’re probably right. A small butt plug might be better for a first time. That’s how I started. Then this sexy thing could go in your pussy.” “A butt plug?” “Yes, I have one. I sometimes put it in just to alleviate boredom. Would you like to see it?” “Sure. I’ve never seen one.” She retrieved it from her luggage. It reminded me of the butt post on the end of the dildo. It was a little more pointy and a little larger in its maximum diameter and in the diameter of the narrow stem behind it. I could tell that she wanted me to try it. “You’ve introduced women to these before, haven’t you?” “Yes, women and men. The more the merrier. Some people really like the feeling and some don’t. You enjoyed having this cock plugged into two of your holes and one of mine, so I thought we might try for two and two.” “How do we do this?” All this time, I had been lying on the bed naked, completely comfortable.