Fortunately, we were outside one of Dirk’s new warehouses, which wasn’t in use yet. Money from his big deal would fund turning it into a manufacturing facility for high-end home security systems.
“Fuck yes, Stu. Fuck me with your big horse cock.” Praising his cock always got him going. He fucked me harder, and I swore he almost whinnied.
Dirk’s last appointment was on Friday. Three short days away. The doc hadn’t heeded Stu’s warnings. His threats hadn’t dissuaded her. She must love Dirk. Enough to risk her kids.
That thought made me angrier.
Three days wasn’t long enough to convince her by using the same tactic. A flicker of a plan started to come together, just as I sensed the radiating energy of an orgasm between my legs.
“Oh, fuck yes, Stu. Right there. Harder.”
“Fuck, Scarlet. Your pussy is gripping my cock like a vise today. You’re so tight.”
“I’m going to cum, baby.”
“Come for me, baby,” he urged me as he drove his cock into me forcefully with each thrust.
As the orgasm built and built, I saw a way. A plan formulated. As the orgasm exploded, along with the anger I felt for Dirk and his fucking therapist, Reggie, the plan solidified. I saw it all now. Perfectly.
I released completely. The images of the pain I would cause Dirk and the Sex Doctor Bitch mixed with the pleasure of my climax, resulting in an even more euphoric state than normal.
Stu could cause a great orgasm. This one, aided by my visions, was beyond anything Stu could provide. Granted, if you wanted your pussy pounded by a thick dick, he was your man. This orgasm, though, was explosive and satisfying beyond anything Stu had ever provided in the past.
He exploded inside me as I quivered from my orgasm. It still rippled through me, causing my legs to shake and my hips to buck against him. His thrusts became slow and hard as I milked his cum from him.
Panting, he fell to the seat beside me, spent and sweaty. Stu gazed at me with big, lustful, puppy dog eyes.
I lay with my legs spread, sweaty and messy, my body weak and rubbery.
My body may have been spent, but my mind was tying all the loose ends of a plan together.
“Stu, you are going to drive for Dirk tomorrow.”
“But Trace is his driver.”
“I know. But tomorrow, you are going to be his driver.”
“I’m Head of Security, but I don’t make that decision. Dirk does.”
“I don’t care how you do it, but make sure Trace is not available tomorrow and make sure you are driving Dirk and Sex Doctor Bitch.”
We glared at each other for a few breaths.
“Can you make that happen, Stu?”
“I don’t know.”
“If you can’t make it happen, this is the last look that you’re going to have of this body and the last time you taste this pussy.” I acted like Vanna White, motioning to my body and pussy like they were consonants and vowels on a word puzzle.
“Damn, Scarlet. Don’t be such a bitch.”
“Fuck you, Stu. You’re going to make this happen or by Friday you won’t be working for Baxter Enterprises. Am I making myself clear?” I pulled my button up dress together, covering myself to emphasize what he stood to lose.
“Loud and clear, boss,” he spat out.
“Good. And when you’re driving Dirk and the Doc around tomorrow, here’s what else you are going to do.”
I laid out the plan for Stu in simple words even he could understand. Get Trace out of the way. Drive Dirk and his therapist to Richard the Realtor’s house. Come up with a reason to stick around. Drain the brake fluid from the Navigator. Watch Dirk drive away. Follow him. If things worked perfectly, his brakes would give out on the way back from Burbank to the restaurant and my problems would be solved.
