Episode 339: SALTY DOG

Rain, sleet, or snow! The U.S. Male always comes through.

Beau Hunter, his real name Curt Stewart lay stretched out in his basement bedroom watching a digital rental movie on TV. One that he didn’t even have to pay for thanks to Watchtower perks. It was good to be connected to people who had your back in more ways than one. Of course, the criminal organization could easily turn on him should he fuck up. While he loved the money, he was also being paid by the elderly pervert Parker Rockhurst. It did bother him a little over what he was doing to the Beckett family. Sure, Beau was no better abusing Darcy and fucking her behind both her husband’s back and her daughter’s. Warning them would only ruin his life worse than it was. Naaaa! It was better to keep enjoying the mischief and deal with the ramifications later on down the road.

“Man! What a crazy day.” His thoughts were all over the place. “I can’t believe Andrea didn’t get jealous over her friend Dakota blowing me. This job is bad ass, but it does hit some heartstrings a little. Playing Andi like I’m doing just so Grampa Moneybags can take her virginity is ruthless. Sunday night is going to be hard. Watching Parker take my place in penetrating Andi then fooling her might not be as easy as it sounds. The blindfold and her letting me tie her up will help, but come on, even if Parker’s dick is as big as mine the girl has nostrils. She might smell the difference or hear his groan. I’d play loud music, but Parker would probably nix the idea of metal. Even worse I think Parker intends on having Darcy over Sunday night too. How in the hell are we going to fool both of them at the same time?” Good question!

Eying his cellphone for the time he knew it was getting late. “It’s raining hard outside.” He could tell it through the egress window beside his bed. “I think Polymer is crazy hooking up with me in weather like this. I trust her but at the same time I sure hope I’m not the one wearing a blindfold. It’s dark as fuck on the back forty to this property. The timber back there gets spooky. Hell, I bet Randy’s coon dogs hear me and raise holy hell. At least Darcy will be here to keep Gramps busy while I sneak out. Heck, even Malice may hear me leave ... unless,” He rolled out of bed and opened the sliding window to his egress and looked up at a metal grid covering the man-size hole. “I can easily fit through there and out unless that lid is locked down. Parker should be on the far side of the house so he and Malice might be too distracted. Yeah, I’ll use this as my escape plan.”

PING! His cellphone alerted him to a text. Leaving the window to intercept it he collapsed onto his bed and looked for the culprit. “Andrea saying goodnight. I know she wanted me to hang out and get ice cream with her and her chubby buddy, but I needed a breather. I’m still not sure what Saturday night brings. I’m really hoping that Nathan Lowe guy doesn’t take her virginity or Parker is going to boot me out. The thing is that wouldn’t be my fault. She’s playing both of us. I mean I’m cool if she loses it to another dude, but Parker hired me to land her, and I need to prevent her from being stupid if I can.” Big IF!

“Ross Green wanted to hang out and go to that MaleStrom strip club on Saturday, but he also knows what I need to do for Parker. I wonder if Ross might want to crash that McKellen party with me.” He texted Andrea goodnight and pleasant dreams. That message resulted in further texting. Dimly lit pictures of her naked on her bed touching herself seemed to be a popular idea on her part. He just laughed and played along.

While he enjoyed her photos a new message entered the playing field. A video request of another naked body from inside a car under a dome light said, “I want to play too. LOL!” An unknown number he just knew it was the Watchtower hacker Polymer when he greedily accepted it.

He sure hoped that her connection prevented any other hacker from knowing she was breaking protocol about engaging with undercover agents. She knew the risk as much as he did but her crush on Curt-- er-- Beau was too strong to avoid. Rest assured she had things well under control on her end. Off duty she had her own equipment to cover her tracks. That meant mixing signals on the tracking devices in her cell and laptop. Laptop show from her car she even had her own internet deception equipment. “I’ll be leaving as soon as your girlfriend goes night-night!”

“We free to chat?”

“Oh, yeah! I have us all to ourselves Beefcake.” She knuckled her cunt. “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”

“I notice a stick shift! What kind of car do you drive?”

“Mustang! Need for speed my future lover!”

“Nice! I dare you to straddle that stick shift and fuck it until you cum.”

“Awww! I just had it detailed two days ago. You’re as twisted as I am, I love it. Okay! Just for you, but if I run late meeting you it’s your fault.” She repositioned her laptop as best as she could without dropping it then shared 80% of her body with him. She had him at the pierced nipples.

“How did I miss the scorpion tattoo last time I saw you?”

“Too busy looking at my titties.” She giggled! Here goes! My version of Fast and the Furious!” She sat her vagina down on her stick shift and went to town. “Oh, fuck! First time trying this ... I might be addicted.”

“Too bad I couldn’t sneak you into my bedroom. I’d let you fuck my bedposts.”

“Anything for you, Stewart.”

“You better stick to calling me, Hunter. Man, your pussy loves that shifter.” It took Polymer five minutes to leave a milky residue all over her gear shift. “Nice! Okay, now I’m horny as fuck. Let me text Beckett until you get here. I promise I won’t beat off to her. I want to save my energy for you.”

“Sweet talker! Let me wet wipe my shifter and I’ll be there in twenty minutes. I’ll need to find a safe parking spot and put up my two-man tent. Unless you just want to do it in my car. It’s already a mess.” She hopped off of her saddle horn and returned to her driver’s seat. He viewed her digging into her glove box for wet wipes. Easy clean she was ready to ride. “I’ll message you when I’m set up.”

“Hey! There’s a path in the woods behind us. A small clearing about the size of a four-man tent if you can find it in the dark.”

“Crazy I know, but I own night vision goggles. I don’t want a flashlight being seen and anyone calling the cops. We both know that kind of call will create a firestorm. Bad enough I’m risking leaving my car alongside the road.”

“No! There’s a path along a field about a half mile East of us. Pull down it, the path actually ends on that road. It’s a leased field so no farmer lives right on it. Might be muddy as hell though. You up for mud wrestling?”

“You know it! I can shower when I get home. Let’s rumble! See you in twenty to thirty.”

“Later! Can’t wait!” Call ending, he hurried to text Andrea back. “Sorry, I kind of fell asleep. Still here?” Nothing! “She must have passed out too. Just as well, at least she knows I tried to message back. Goodnight, Princess!”

Game of Thrones!

Bedtime at the Beckett home started an hour before Andrea masturbated for Beau Hunter. Darcy Beckett made the effort to cuddle with her husband Randy until his yawns crept up on him. Fast asleep Darcy nearly nodded off herself. Today was quite the adventure yet she knew she needed to honor her neighbors wishes one last time before the freedom of the weekend and the McKellen party. Randy needed his rest in order to head out in the morning for his hunting trip so he had taken a sleep aid to benefit from a good night’s sleep. The storm outside only added to his relaxation. Darcy in his arms was a final touch. Out like a light!

“Finally! Randy was fighting sleep I could tell. At least I shouldn’t be too late getting over to Parker’s house. I swear that man is ruthless making me get out in the rain just to suck his dick. Who am I kidding, the money he’s already paid me more than makes up for the hardship.” After her brief thought process, she gently peeled out from under his arm and went into their ensuite. Peeing and freshening up a bit she tested Randy to see if he was still out by mentioning his dogs out in their kennels barking. Nothing new really, every creak or whisper had them howling. The rain and gentle wind created more than a few noises. WHAT WAS THAT? WHO GOES THERE! Puppy dog logic!

Acting as if putting her robe on in order to go check on things she slipped out and tiptoed over to double check on her daughter’s slumber. A light on and her door ajar Darcy dared to peek inside to spot Andi texting with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other. “Well, she’s either sexting with Beau or that Nathan Lowe. Hopefully, she wears herself out.” Going unseen Darcy continued on downstairs.

She traipsed the darkness knowing the landscape of her home and stood in the kitchen for ten minutes longer just to be certain Randy wasn’t playing possum and following her. Hearing Andrea have an eventful orgasm above her Darcy smiled over the outcome.

“That one should make her sleepy. My baby is growing up way to fast.” Silence for three minutes longer Darcy removed her robe and strategized. In the mud room was a camo-colored raincoat Randy often used on his hunting trips. Slipping it on instead, along with her gardening tennis shoes the lady of the house stepped outside.

Chilled by the cool rain she shivered and took a deep breath before running across their yard and into Parker’s. Squealing only agitated the coon dogs further until she made it to Parker’s front door. Porch light on she did not bother knocking she walked right on in. Sitting butt ass naked with a glass of whisky in one hand and his other hand rapidly abusing a worthy erection she sighed and removed her wet raincoat, hanging it up on a rack by the door. “Is that drink to warm me up?”

“Hot Toddy! I’m out of honey so I’m substituting.” A few seconds later he ejaculated into the golden liquor and left a white froth swirling in the middle. “Drink up, Beckett, then get busy.” She frowned as he offered her the drink. “Jizz for you, you gorgeous slut.” Another scowl she accepted his drink and enjoyed the fact it really was warmed up. His monster dog Malice to their left by the fireplace was fast asleep for once.

“That strangely hit the spot.” She dared to laugh over it. “What am I to do for you tonight?”

“I’m actually kind of tired. Grab those whisky bottles and fuck yourself with them. They’re both empty!”

“Have you been drinking all evening?” She reached for the bottle on his end table beside his recliner. Claiming it she stretched out on his carpet in front of him and spread her legs. The neck of the bottle inserted within her vagina she set out to fulfill his command.

“Pretty much!” He procured his TV remote and pulled up the stolen camera feeds from Rosemary Thorne’s bedroom on his TV set. “Hold that thought! Keep fucking Jack and Daniel. DP you stupid whore!” Growling at him with a glimmer of bitterness Darcy applied the second bottle up to her anus and double barreled the bottles. Malice woke up at her moans as much as those of Rosemary. Her head tilted back Darcy caught a glimpse of Rose with her dog on top of her, her legs in the air.

“Oh, God! Is that the teacher from Horton-Dexter?”

“Naaa! This is my new caregiver. She’s going to come by after work a few days a week and make me and Malice dinner. Massage, blowjobs, fuck doll when I’m in the mood.”

“Does that mean my job has been eliminated?”

“To be determined! Might be fun watching Rose gnawing your asshole while I fuck hers. You’re still on my payroll, I just might not use you as often. Besides, you’ll be getting busy escorting more often anyways. Joe Chandler will be in touch by Monday to get you going.”

“Were you aware of my limo job today?”

“Of course!” He switched cameras to those that were inside Chariot’s limousine earlier today. “That mask is your calling card Beckett.” Rolling to her side to watch herself on the TV she had her first look at the Boston Loggers whom she entertained. “Footlongs! Looks like they loved your mouth.”

“I didn’t know who I was servicing. They’re all gorgeous. I suppose I should feel lucky.”

“Male strippers from Boston. Technically, I shouldn’t have shown you their faces but guess what? I don’t give a fuck! I’m almost as high up as the corporate ladder gets. I do whatever I want.”

“Where is Beau tonight?”

“Watching TV in his room.” He switched cameras to be certain and found the boy asleep. Nothing to stress over Parker shut him out. Truth be told a looped override on Polymer’s part used footage from days before to mask his secret departure.

“I guess it wasn’t Beau that Andrea was talking to earlier.” She pondered to herself. “It had to have been that, Nathan. Lord, I don’t even know what my daughter does anymore.” All would become crystal clear one day.

“Focus you dumb bitch! Close your eyes and abuse those fucking holes. That’s why you wear a mask when you’re on the job.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t aware I needed it for our meeting tonight. I’ll seal my eyes until I’m finished.” Done! Darcy refused to open them again. Sadly, that was to her benefit.

Parker opted to check in on Andrea via her hidden cameras to see her sprawled out naked on top of her covers. Fast asleep under a small lamplight her body was exquisite especially that wet pussy he zeroed in on. “There’s my baby girl.” Parker began stroking his dick again, Darcy was no longer what had him enthralled. “Hold up!” He sat forward in his recliner. “What’s this now?” Grrr!

“All set up, Beau Beau!”

“Are you in the clearing I told you about?”

“The only clearing I saw. I hope I don’t get my car stuck out here, but I parked on the road’s end at the timber. Tent is up, sleeping bags comfy. I have your room looped so it looks like you’re sleeping. Get a move on, I’ll be lying here by cell light and fingering my twat.”

“On my way!”

With the window to the egress open Beau climbed up, out, then carefully closed the window enough not to struggle opening it later. Scaling the short ladder and toppling open the grids lid he placed it back down over the hole and opened up an umbrella.

“This is insane. I have to guess at the trail to avoid lights.” He ran across the side of Parker’s yard then up to a wire fence surrounding the rented-out farmland. Following the fence to the timber he took the risk of using his cellphone light to avoid falling in the underbrush. Piercing the timber and onto the trail he ran as fast as he could until he saw the camp site. Turning his light off behind the tent he walked around it to the zipped-up opening and tossed his umbrella. Dropping into a crouch he unzipped the flap and looked inside.

“Took you long enough.” Light only on her pussy Beau could see her spreading her vulva wide. “Light at the end of the tunnel.” She giggled! “Lose the sweats and get in here.”

“I’m digging this secret rendezvous. Thanks for taking the risk.”

“Putting my career and my savings on the line for a guy I barely know. For someone with a 180 IQ, I must be dumber than I look.”

“Well, I haven’t seen all of you, but I don’t sense fugly! Do I get a smile?”

“You sure do ask a lot.” She chuckled and shined her light toward her face. Her reddish-blonde curls accented an incredible smile. Big green eyes would be seen if not for her night goggles. “I told you I wasn’t bad looking.”

“Christ! Even with goggles you’re gorgeous!” Naked outside he didn’t care he left his clothing under the umbrella and carried only his cell indoors. A tight confinement Beau crawled up over her and went for it. Dick easily locating that soaked vagina he was smooth sailing. “That took the chill off.”