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  WELCOME TO DIABLO VISTA

  Axl Dane Volume One

  by

  Crow Gray

  © 2016 Crow Gray

  All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reprinted without permission of the

  author. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead is entirely coincidental and all characters and situations are fictional.

  Cover design by Melody Simmons

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  CHAPTER ONE

  “Mmm you drive me wild when you do that,” Trista said as Geoff ran his tongue over her thigh.

  “I know, that's why I do it,” Geoff answered, then continued tracing his tongue over her leg.

  “Fuck, stop teasing me and get to it,” she said, her voice becoming huskier as it always did when she started to get aroused.

  Geoff ignored her pleas and continued to lick near her pussy, carefully avoiding the sweet spots. “You boss me around enough, this is the one time I get to be in control.”

  “Fuck,” Trista replied. She started to grind her hips, trying to move her pussy under his tongue since he wouldn't move his tongue to it. He simply grinned and shifted with her, not letting his tongue near her perfectly waxed vulva.

  She moaned in frustration and gripped the satin sheets, thrusting her hips up toward him. After making her squirm for a few more seconds, Geoff finally relented and began to lick her pussy. As a way of making her pay for her impatience, once he began he didn't tease at all and instead dove right into her, gripping her thighs in his hands to hold her in place as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her erect clitoris.

  “Oh god, slow down, oh god, not like that fuck fuck fuck,” she stammered as he showed no mercy with his tongue action. She gripped his firm shoulders so tightly her nails dug ridges into the skin, but it didn't deter him at all. He continued to flick his tongue against her sensitive clit, kissing it and wrapping his lips around it to suck it from time to time before going back to slapping it with the tip of his tongue.

  Her moans soon became unintelligible, and she gripped his short black hair tightly and bucked against his face. He buried his face, keeping a tight hold on her thighs as she came all over his face, nearly squirting as she finally got relief from the teasing he had given her earlier. He continued to lick and suck until her throes subsided. Geoff lightly kissed her pussy before slowly kissing up her flat stomach, up her sweaty chest kissing between her breasts, over her neck where beads of perspiration had formed, finally planting a kiss on her lips. She returned the kiss, enjoying the taste of herself on his tongue as she slowly rode the orgasm down.

  “First, you want faster, then you say slow down. What is it with you women and your indecisiveness?” Geoff said playfully as he nipped at her lower lip.

  “You're an asshole, you know that? An asshole that knows how to eat pussy, but an asshole nonetheless,” Trista said, her throaty voice betraying her high level of arousal.

  “Damn, look what you did to me,” Geoff said, indicating his shoulder. Her claws had dug down deep enough to draw blood, and a thin trickle of it had run down the tribal sleeve tattoo that covered his right arm.

  “Oh you poor baby,” Trista said, wiping it away with her palm. She pushed him onto his back and looked into his eyes as she lowered herself down his body. “Let me make it up to you.”

  Geoff leaned back and closed his eyes as Trista kissed down his tight, washboard stomach. He was very tan compared to her pale skin due to his outdoor work as a pool man. She mostly stayed out of the sun and kept her skin fair. She made her way to his cock, finding it hard but not quite fully erect. She thought of teasing him as he had teased her, but decided against it, and instead wrapped her hand tightly around his shaft and slowly pumped. He groaned and stroked her long blonde hair, which ran straight down all the way to the top of her very nice ass. She didn't use her mouth yet, instead just slowly stroking him as she watched his cock grow.

  “Mmm look at that,” she said, running her thumb over the precum which was leaking from his slit. She stroked him tightly, releasing more precum which she leaned in and licked off. She took a firm grip on the bottom of his shaft and started to suck the head hard, not taking him any deeper into her mouth yet. The pressure at the base of his cock combined with the pressure on the head made his entire body tighten, and Trista appreciated the definition of his muscles as they flexed.

  “Damn you're good at that, I've never felt anything like it,” Geoff said, even though she'd done this same thing to him many times.

  Trista took him deeper, sucking his cock in a little more each time she bobbed her head until she was easily deep-throating him. Geoff wasn't small, but he wasn't huge either. His cock fell right into the size most women were most comfortable with: big enough to feel good, but not so big it was uncomfortable.

  Trista reached onto the nearby nightstand and retrieved a condom. She ripped it open with her teeth and then slid it onto his cock, keeping a firm grip on the base of his dick as she did so. She then climbed on top of him and slid him into her tight, bald pussy. They both groaned as he filled her, her wetness enveloping his penis as she took him all the way. She didn't ride him yet, instead placing her palms on his muscular chest and just moving back and forth. Her ass cheeks rubbed over his balls as she moved around on his dick.

  He leaned up to suck on her nice tits, taking her nipples between his lips much as he had taken her clit earlier. She ran her fingers through his hair and swiveled her hips, moving on his cock.

  He grabbed her long blond hair and wrapped his fingers in it, whispering in her ear, “Fuck me.”

  She complied, using her hands on his chest for leverage as she started to ride him. She lifted herself up and dropped herself down, leaning forward to get deeper. He reached back and squeezed her well-rounded ass cheeks, helping her move as he lifted her up and pushed her down.

  She readjusted herself, putting her feet flat on either side of him so she could bounce. She started to lift herself until just the head of his cock remained inside, then dropped down on him. He slid his hand to her pussy, rubbing his thumb over her clit as she began riding his cock harder.

  “Oh fuck that's nice,” she said. He slapped her ass hard in response, causing her to yelp.

  “Ride that cock and make me come,” he whispered.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, and started to move up and down on his stiff member with reckless abandon. He spanked her ass a few more times for encouragement, and soon they were both on the verge of an orgasm.

  They didn't say a word, instead just gazed deep into each other's eyes. Both of them bit their bottom lips, and Geoff started to thrust up as she rode, the two of them slamming into one another hard.

  Even though this was her second orgasm, Trista came first. She stopped moving as she came, unable to do anything more than cry out as the climax tore through her body. Geoff continued to thrust up into her, and the spasms of her pussy set him off as well, and his orgasm ripped through his balls as they unloaded. His testicles ached he came so hard, filling the condom with his hot seed.

  She collapsed on top of him, and they kissed deeply, the tremors of their orgasms not having quite subsided as their bodies rubbed together, their sweat mingling in a salty bath. The only sound in the bedroom was their heavy breathing.

  “I'm glad you're a good pool man. Otherwise, I'd have to do all the pool work
myself and tell my husband you did it just to keep you coming around here,” Trista said with a laugh.

  “Yeah, well, you should count your blessings,” Geoff said, rolling over and retrieving a cigarette from the nightstand.

  “Those things will kill you,” Trista admonished.

  “Yeah and I just fucked a drug kingpin's wife in his bed. What can I say, I like to live dangerously,” Geoff said, as he lit up and took a drag.

  “Drug Kingpin? I think that's giving him a little too much credit.”

  “Hey he's got a mansion and some bad ass cars, he must be doing something right.” Geoff looked her over a second. “Plus one hell of a trophy wife. If he's not a kingpin, he's close.”

  “Yeah, whatever. You really need to stop smoking in here. If Esteban ever smells smoke in this room--”

  “Esteban has snorted so much coke he can't smell shit, literally. I'd be more concerned about burning a hole in the carpet or something.”

  “Don't even say shit like that!” Trista said. She climbed out of bed slowly, stretching her nude body sensuously. “I'm going to take a shower. Join me?”

  Geoff looked her over as he smoked, seriously considering the offer. “I'd love to, but I better get moving. I've got to do Mrs. Johnson's pool today, and she bitches if I don't get it done by lunchtime.”

  “Bitches if you don't get the pool done by lunchtime or her done by lunchtime?” Trista said, mock jealousy in her voice.

  “Uh, Mrs. Johnson is seventy-nine years old. You have officially killed off any amorous feelings I had remaining.”

  Trista laughed. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just lock up when you go,” Trista said, reminding him since he always forgot to lock the door behind him.

  “Sure, sure. See you next week,” Geoff said as Trista disappeared into the bathroom. Soon he heard the shower running, so he quickly dressed and headed out, once again forgetting to lock the door behind him.

  Esteban and Trista Morales lived in a newly constructed gated community in Southern California, near the Mexican border. Only a few homes had been built there in what was essentially the middle of the desert. Geoff drove his Corvette Convertible with the top down and enjoyed the warm, dry air as he left the neighborhood, waving to the guard at the gatehouse. He was always surprised a man involved in such illicit activities as Esteban Morales didn't have more security, but considering the fenced in community employed a full-time guard at the gate, he supposed Morales thought that was good enough.

  He didn't see the car parked at the house down the street, or the man who got out and walked towards Trista's house, almost as if he had been waiting for him to leave.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Trista stepped out of the bathroom, nude and her body wet as she dried her hair. Esteban was going to Mexico today on a “business trip” and she knew he probably wouldn't be back until late that night after she'd gone to bed. She wanted a nice quiet day to herself anyway, maybe a chance to catch up on her Mexican soap operas.

  “Hey there, Cindy. Or is it Trista now?” a voice said from her bedroom.

  Trista froze, pulling the towel from her hair and covering her nakedness as best she could. “Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?” she said, trying her best not to show her fear. She had always been worried some associate of her husband would show up and catch her alone. She'd heard horror stories about some of the things the drug cartels had done to people.

  “Oh come on, Cindy. It hasn't been that long has it? Surely you recognize me,” the man said.

  Trista looked him over closely. Her stomach dropped as she finally realized who he was: Ed Sharp, her ex-pimp.

  “Don't call me Cindy, my name is Trista,” she told him. “And get the fuck out of my house.”

  “Now come on Cindy, is that any way to treat an old friend?” Ed said, grinning that slimy grin he always had. Her stomach turned at the sight of him. He reminded her of a time in her life she had tried to put behind her.

  Before she became Trista Morales, trophy wife, she had been Cindy Young, prostitute. She wasn't a street walker, but she wasn't a high priced escort either. She fell somewhere in between. Ed Sharp had always arranged her “dates”, and of course kept most of the money for himself. He'd also taken a lot of his pay out of her ass since he used to fuck her more than her clients did. She'd finally managed to squirrel enough money away to make a break for it. She'd changed her name and left Los Angeles for San Diego. She knew if Ed had wanted to find her it wouldn't be too hard, but he was stupid, and she'd figured he wouldn't think she was worth the time it would take to track her down. She had assumed she was right, as that was over five years ago and she'd heard nothing from him. But now here he was, right in the bedroom of her ten million dollar home. The leer on his face almost made her sick to her stomach.

  “You aren't my friend. Now get the fuck out of here. How'd you get in here anyway?” she asked.

  “The door was open. I just walked right in,” Ed said.

  Damn you, Geoff, Trista thought, knowing he'd once again left the door unlocked. “So now you can walk the fuck right back out then,” she said.

  “Now come on, Cindy. I just got here! We need to catch up. These are nice digs! Your husband must be loaded!” Ed said, whistling as he admired the view from the bedroom window.

  “Do you know who my husband is?” she asked.

  Ed kept staring out of the window as he spoke. “Sure I do. Esteban Morales, a friend of the cartels and the Yakuza. Everyone knows your husband.”

  Trista didn't even know what the Yakuza was. It seemed Ed may know more about her husband than she did. “So if you know who he is, then you know he'll happily cut your balls off and leave you to die in the desert if he finds you here.”

  “Oh, I'm sure he's a dangerous guy. I'll just have to be sure he doesn't find me here, won't I?”

  “The security cameras--”

  “There aren't any cameras at the house. Esteban is too worried the feds can somehow patch into them and see something they shouldn't, so he won't have them. He also doesn't trust security guards so he won't hire private security. He has to hire men from time to time, but he's very careful. Overall, he seems to have some issues. ”

  Trista cursed in her mind. All of what Ed was saying was true. Her husband had some weird hang-ups that were now coming back to bite him (and her) in the ass. It let her play around with Geoff more easily, but right now she wished she had some guards she could call.

  “Besides, I have a feeling Mr. Morales doesn't know about your past, now does he?” Ed said seriously.

  Trista couldn't hide the pained look that crossed her face, and she knew she'd been found out.

  “That's what I thought. How would he react if he knew his beloved wifey was a whore? I hear he worries about how his peers view him so I bet he'd go nuts if they found out he'd married a hooker.”

  “He'd kill me, and anyone else that knew, too,” Trista said, trying to stress how important it was Ed not spill this information. “How the hell did you manage to track me down anyway?”

  Ed laughed. “It was the craziest thing. I heard through the grapevine about Esteban and his new bride a while back, and I even saw some wedding photos. We sorta run in the same circles, dontcha know. I saw that it was you, but whatever, I didn't give a fuck. I wasn't even looking for you. But I had to relocate down this way a while back for, let's just say personal reasons. A few of the men that have homes in this little community like to party, and I provide some party companions. The guards at the gate even know me, so I don't have any trouble getting in here. I just happened to be driving by one day and saw you in the yard, and decided I'd better pay you a little visit.

  “I started watching the house, trying to figure out some patterns. I noticed you spent a lot of time with the pool boy. I wonder how ol' Esteban would feel about that? Then I figured out when Esteban took his little trips to Mexico and decided I'd pay you a visit sometime.”

  Trista felt her heart about to be
at out of her chest. Ed had been stalking her, and now she was all alone with him. She couldn't even tell Esteban about him for fear of her secret getting out. She thought of the .38 special she kept in the nightstand but wasn't sure if she could bring herself to kill Ed. She'd have to dispose of the body herself to avoid questions, and she didn't even trust Geoff enough to help with something that sensitive. She'd have to think of some other way out.

  “Esteban will be back anytime. I think you'd better leave,” Trista said. Her bluff sounded weak even to herself.

  “Cindy, didn't you hear what I said? I know when he travels to Mexico. He won't be back until after dark,” Ed said, grinning that same grin she hated. She thought a second about going for the pistol and shooting him in his fake white teeth, damn the consequences.

  “So what do you want? If you tell Esteban the truth he'll kill us both just to be sure no one finds out,” Trista said, her logic true. She knew Ed was far from a smart man, however, and he probably wouldn't think far enough ahead to ponder the truth in her words.

  “Then I guess it's in our best interests that he never finds out, right? Best for both of us,” Ed said with a shrug.

  “So what do you want? I can pay you, but he monitors my cash so I can't give you much,” she said, opening her closet to put on a bathrobe.

  “I don't need much. How much cash do you have on you?” Ed asked.

  Trista went into her purse and pulled out a wad of money, counting it quickly. She walked over and put it into Ed's hand. “That's three thousand dollars. It's all I have. Now take it and get out.”

  Ed pocketed the money without counting it. “I'm sure your hubby has more money somewhere around here.”