Devil's Deals Pt. 05

Rich stumbled out of the hotel and onto a nearly deserted street, where it had just rained. He was exhausted and sexually drained, but he felt he'd been to the top of the mountain and received the secret to nirvana.

He took the subway across town and out to the Riverside Park area that night, both hobbling and reveling from the refined, total taking sexual experience with the Japanese businessman. He spent as much time between subway stations walking above ground as he did in the underworld, wanting to savor the height of summer at night in the city. He was learning something new every day. He wondered how much more there was to learn--and he wondered where this was going.

He was still walking two blocks from home. He'd heard the siren, but he hadn't connected the sound with anything that concerned him. Looking down the street now, though, he could see that there were revolving lights. And that they were on top of an ambulance. And that the ambulance was sitting at an angle in the street in front of his parents' house.

Rich broke into a run that was more of a hobbling shamble as a result of the night of Japanese sex.

Chapter Seven: The Next Summer

Rich finished playing his year-end finals composition "Variations on the Themes of Chopin's Concerto Number 1 in E Minor" on the stage at the Julliard Paul Recital Hall and stood beside the Bosendorfer grand piano to receive his standing ovation. It had been a busy year, and he'd barely gotten the composition together for this required semester finals performance. He was receiving the music hall treatment because he had belatedly managed to find a sponsor for the concert. If he hadn't, it would have just been him and the adjudicators in the hall, which would have dulled his performance. The concert, with a respectably sized audience, had been received well.

He had invited the Butlers, of course. Howard was still paying the freight at Julliard and both he and Alma were still claiming their original-deal privileges, forcing Rich to travel to Boston a couple of times a month to service one or the other of them. He was amused that he was able to make the trip in the Hunter's cast-off custom-painted yellow 2014 Mustang V6 Premium convertible, with the black racing stripe, which still turned heads on the highway. The Butlers had hung back from the first wave of classical music and Chopin aficionados who approached the stage to congratulate him, but then they were all there: Howard and mincing Alma; Hunter, with Julio's possessing arm around him; and Susan, now with a butch-looking woman, Rhonda, in a severe-tailored pant suit and darting eyes. All of the Butlers stood in the young composer's spotlight, claiming Rich as one of the family, which wasn't far off the mark. He'd had them all and they all had had him. Howard was still controlling him sexually, although he'd progressively backed off on the professional connections.

The Butlers dissipated, saying their good-byes to each other, the parents returning to Boston tonight, Hunter and Julio going to their clients for the evening, and Susan and Rhonda off to clubbing and a night in a Chelsea hotel before returning to New London, New Hampshire, where Susan was still a student and Rhonda was a sports coach at Colby-Sawyer college. Blake Coleman put in an appearance, basking in the reflected light of his student's success and letting everyone around him know he had been Rich's mentor at Dartmouth. Rich welcomed him with pleasure, but he begged off, with regret, an invitation to having a dinner with him that Coleman obviously wanted to spin into more, on the excuse that Rich already was booked for dinner and later. Rich did make a note, though, to visit Dartmouth soon and to give Coleman a heartfelt thank-you fuck. The man was too clingy, however, for Rich to want more than that in a continued relationship.

The initial rounds of fawners were replaced, as the auditorium was thinning out, by Rich's booking for the evening, which he couldn't have begged off from, because Rita Khash, the nearly sixty-year-old former and still fiery-redheaded showgirl, who had married and buried multibillionaire newspaper magnate Kevin Khash, had been his sponsor for the concert. She'd more than paid for the concert, contributing ten-thousand dollars, of which three thousand went to Rich to buy him for the evening. He'd fucked her to get the backing after he'd fucked her at her expense as an escort booking. Now he had to fuck her to say thank-you for financing the concert.

Rich wasn't her only buy for the after-concert festivities. When she came to Rich on stage as the last of his well-wishers before they turned out the lights in the hall, she had another handsome young man in tow. Gavin Foster was an Off-Broadway hunk-role actor with dark and sultry good looks who looked almost as good as Rich did in a tuxedo. Rita was into symmetry. She liked to have a sexy hunk on her arm on each side. She had a fetish of having one in front and one in back in bed too.

She took them to the nearby exclusive Jean-Georges French restaurant on Central Park West--or, rather, her body-builder black French-Canadian chauffer, Jacques, drove them there in her stretch Cadillac--where she made sure they got a prominently located table where she could demand attentions from the man sitting on either side of her to show the other patrons the beautiful man flesh she was able to muster up.

Jacques drove the long way around the park up to the Riverside Park area, while, sitting close between the two hunks on the backseat, Rita undid and opened up her bodice to present two magnificently augmented breasts with rouged nipples for Rich and Gavin to nuzzle, while she unzipped them both, pulled out their cocks, and stroked them.

Choosing Rich, she rose, hiked up her skirt, came down into his lap, facing him; descended on his cock, and fucked herself as Jacques drove up the east side of Manhattan to Harlem, across the peninsula, and then down the west side to the VonCliefs's West 76th Street brownstone townhouse. Rich couldn't help but notice the big black chauffer eyeing them as Rita bounced up and down on his lap, pummeling his face with her grape-fruit plump tits, and Rich speculated on what Jacques wanted, what he would take, how he would take it, how big he was, how cruel he would be--and he released deep up inside Rita's cunt.

Diego, playing butler and traffic-control officer, met them at the door.

"I'd like to hear that piano piece again and could we have some bubbly before we go up?" Rita asked in the foyer.

"Of course. Anything you want Mrs. Karsh," Rich answered as they entered the lounge and Rich went over to the piano. "Could you bring some champagne, Diego?" Rich asked, and the young Hispanic hunk went off to the kitchen.

"Is this really the VonClief house?" Rita asked.

"Yes, it is. Ours for over a hundred years."

"So, you really are a VonClief?" she asked.

"I am, yes," Rich answered. He knew that, with Rita, the dropping of his family name had made the difference in her decision to sponsor his concert and hire him for the night. He was quite sure that the patrons at Jean-Georges Restaurant had known a VonClief when they saw one giving court to her. That association recognition alone probably gave the woman her money's worth in the campaign to up her social position in the city.

Rich's composition was a long one. It gave Rita not only time enough to wet her whistle on Dom Perignon but also to get laid again on the sofa, being covered this time by Gavin Foster, who turned her on her back lengthwise on the sofa, ripped open her bodice again to help himself to her tits, slid a hand under the hem of her skirt, exchanged the hand and glided all the way up to the goods. When she was rocking on his hand and cooing, that taking about forty seconds, he covered her, penetrated her, and fucked her. Arching her head back, she gave a husky laugh, and let him know she liked getting it this way.

While Rich was playing and Gavin and Rita were fucking, Diego answered the door twice more, once to let Hunter and his client in and the second time to let Julio and his client in.

Both took middle aged men in expensive evening wear up to their respective rooms on the second floor, Julio to fuck and Hunter to be fucked. When Rich's parents were gone--his mother the night of the visiting Japanese CEO and his sounding wands and his father not more than three months later of a weakened and broken heart for having outlived the VonClief era, Rich had a decision to make: renovate the Riverside Park brownstone; sell it, and live nicely off the proceeds; or renovate it, keep it in the VonClief family, and make money off it. Rich decided he wanted to keep the house for another generation and that, since he'd already made a deal with the devil twice, there was no reason not to sink deeper into the world of prostitution. Howard Butler gladly granted Rich a franchise to open his own escort service out of the renovated mansion, and Rich had brought Hunter, Julio, and Diego in to help him with the endeavor. They were doing very well with the business. The VonClief connection, including the residence, struck the interest of the city's high flyers.

All of them naked now, and, at Rita's direction to play with each other while she watched, Rich and Gavin stretched out, side by side, facing each other on the mahogany four-poster bed in the bedroom of what had been the senior VonCliefs' suite on the third floor, front of the mansion. They kissed and fondled each other, frotting each other's cocks, and sixty-nining, Gavin hovering over Rich. They became increasingly intimate, with Gavin finger fucking Rich's ass with first one, lubed finger, and then two and three. Rich was on his back, legs bent and spread, pelvis raised to Gavin's fingers and then his hand up to the knuckles, panting hard. Rich was stroking himself. Rita called out, "Do it. Do it for me. Come for me!" Rich did, in a great arc of cum.

After a short rest, the three of them were standing, close to each other at the foot of the bed. The two men, Gavin at her back, and Rich at her front, sandwiched Rita between them. Rita jerked and laughed as Gavin penetrated her ass from behind, covered her breasts with his hands, and nuzzled her throat with his lips. Rich knelt in front of her, raised her legs and hooked them on his shoulders, licked down her trim, still strawberry-red pubic bush, and buried his face in her cunt. She panted and writhed under him as he worried her clit and plunged his tongue up into her channel.

After a while, Rich gently pressed his partners in sin back and Gavin lowered himself, bringing Rita with him, onto the surface of the bed. He wove his legs in between Rita's and raised and spread them. Rich crouched over Rita, plunged his cock up into her cunt, and she writhed between the two hunks as Gavin fucked her in the ass and Rich fucked her in the cunt. Rich hooked his chin on Rita's shoulder and Gavin turned his face toward Rich and the two went into a passionate lip lock.

When Rita was satiated, she rolled out from between the two men. Rich grasped Gavin's legs and raised and spread them. With groan and a "Yes, do it. Do me," Gavin rolled ups his pelvis, Rich penetrated the other young man's ass with his cock, and he fucked him.

After watching this for a short time, Rita called for Jacques to leave the limo and join them. Entering the bedroom, Jacques stripped, pulled Rich off Gavin, bent Rich over one side of the foot of the bed, and doggy fucked him with a big black cock. Gavin remained on his back beside them and Rita climbed on top of him, positioned herself straddling his pelvis, descended, and fucked herself on Gavin's cock. Jacques had grabbed Rich's wrists and held them to the bedspread high above his head and spread wide. Rich arched his back and head and screamed, first in violation, and then in passion at the all-consuming rough fuck, crying out, "Yes, yes. Fuck me! Fuck, me hard!" as Jacques stuffed an oversized black shaft inside his passageway and thrust and thrust and thrust. Remembering how gloriously roughly the Nigerian, Gamba, had pounded him, Rich widened his stance and rolled his buttocks up to give the big black greater access, and, laughing, Jacques filled the opening space, stretched it more, and laughed again when Rich called out, "Yes, yes, you're splitting me. Deeper. Harder." The black bull complied.

Rita produced a husky laugh and leaned over toward Jacques. "Fuck him good. I'm paying big bucks for this," she muttered. She came into Jacques face for a deep kiss, and the chauffer fucked Rich good.

Later, after all of the clients had gone for the night, Rich showered in the master bedroom bath and padded across the hall on the third floor to the large bedroom at the back of the house, his own private reserve that he didn't share with any of his clients.

Sonny Taggert, magnificently naked and erect, was lying on his back on the king-sized bed, propped up on pillows and paging through a gay male skin magazine.

"Rough day or good day?" he asked. "I was at the concert. You played good."

"I saw you in the back of the hall. You always stand out. You're standing tall and proud now, I see."

"Ready for you if you want more of it."

"I always want more of it when you're around," Rich said, as he climbed up on the bed. "And the day was a bit rough, yes, but pleasurable, successful, and profitable."

"But not over yet," Sonny said, grasping Rich's waist on both sides, as Rich straddled his pelvis, facing him.

"No, not over yet," Rich agreed. He cried out, arching his back and leaning back and pressing the palms of his hands into Sonny's knees and babbling to the ceiling as Sonny slammed his channel down on an impossibly thick and long cock, lifted him and slammed him down again, and lifted him and...

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