Chapter 4

My detective duties revealed that the ownership of the Lakeside Motel was listed under an old gentleman who lived up high on Blueberry Hill in the swanky part of town.

His moniker was Cornelius T. Cornpepper Jr., and it gave his birth as almost eighty years prior. I knew that put him in the frame for the role of a possible serial killer, but I was one that never jumped to conclusions except when it suited my personal agenda.

In fact, I was able to determine that it was for sale at rock-bottom prices.

I made the assumption that the “Ghost” rumors had injured its value on the open market.

The follow Friday afternoon, I was deposited outside the residence on Blueberry Hill with hat in hand on my way to see Mister Cornpepper inside the hideous house that looked like it was from some sort of horror movie about monsters and evil presence.

The front door was answered by a bottomless female with a dog collar around her pretty neck and no smile of greeting on her beautiful face.

“Master will see you in a moment, sir.”

I confess that I ogled her naked ass cheeks as she walked away. They were fabulous with a heart shape that drooped with perfection shielding her brown eye and pussy slit from direct view.

It was easy for me to imagine the girl bent over a table with her ass cheeks spread widely ready to take my big boy all the way up without comment.

She led me into a large room filled with antique furniture and vintage stuff from a bygone era.

An old white bearded man sat in an easy chair in front of a nice fire in the huge fireplace.

He addressed me in a booming deep voice that almost sounded like it was being amplified, but of course, it wasn’t.

“Well, young fella, I understand you are interested in my “Ghostly” property.”

His directness surprised me because I was expecting more deviousness in his response.

“Yes, sir, I would like to offer the asking price with the stipulation the closing be within the next thirty days.”

He smiled wickedly at me and said, “Well, we got a deal but first I want to see you mount my Sapphire here and taste her loins with your horny cock.”

I looked at him to see if he was jesting, but he gave every indication that he was dead serious.

As if to punctuate his pronouncement, the pretty girl with the collar around her neck dropped down to the fluffy white carpet with her head down and her ass up looking at me with an intense stare over her naked shoulder.

In all honesty, it was an offer I personally could not refuse due to my fetish of humping naked lady’s doggy style at every opportunity.

I knew that sense of supreme joy when my dick touched the girl’s rear portal, and she rounded her lips into a perfect circle with her tongue flicking in every direction right in the middle like some sorcerous from the submerged regions down below.

Her interior heat was like the fires of Hell, but I still contrived to go deeper and touch her in all her hidden corners.

The old guy was laughing now, and I could see he was enjoying his submissive toy girl taking my extended shaft deep inside her fundament suffering pain as well as delicious passion.

I didn’t know if she was his niece, his slave or some girl he paid by the hour for her submissive attitude but I sure as Hell was enjoying my ride on her glorious flanks moving in every direction all at once.

The ferocious fettered female was talking in a language I had never heard before, but that was not all that unusual because there have a lot of places I haven’t been yet. Still, the words sounded like an old language diametrically opposed to the old Roman tongue that I had spoken in my youth at certain ceremonies.

Spit dribbled from her soft red lips and her eyes flashed like a police car’s blue light stirring up my desire to run. Of course, since I was still inside her and loving every second of it, that was totally out of the question.

Eventually, she calmed down somewhat, and I felt her buttocks yield to my pressure with infinite pillowing waves of pulsating female flesh. She was beginning to sweat now with her exertions and both our juices ran down to the fluffy white carpet like rain in a gutter looking to follow the law of gravity to flow down as low as possible to the very bottom.

I started to get the most fantastic tingle I have ever experienced in all my years of whoring around the world. It started deep in my family jewels and spread quickly to all my extremities eventually reaching the deep recesses of my brain housing group.

My poor prostate was quivering like a wounded soldier on a battlefield of love.

“Come to me, my little Liebling, let me lick your nipples.”

The old man’s words sounded strangely comical, but his long nailed fingers called the female to his side, and she crawled over to offer him her glorious boob to suckle like it was a time-worn process.