WARNING: This part of the story contains rape and violence as does the third, last part. I don't dwell on the rape, mostly just mentioned, and the violence tends to be brief. Because of the often dangerous purpose and intent of MSINC it seems necessary.
Part II
Kalima
Chapter 6
The next morning, Kali sat beside me at the breakfast table in my family's upstate New York mansion. We talked comfortably about our past, mostly hers, mostly about growing up in Hawaii.
"So how were you recruited?" I asked.
"Molly," she said. "After graduating with a Masters in International Studies at Georgetown, top of my class and a polyglot with various European languages and Japanese and Mandarin, I found myself profoundly underutilized in the company that hired me, and somehow she found out. I suppose I wasn't completely shocked at the man's club I joined, but was definitely disappointed and pissed off enough to be thoroughly intrigued by the concept of the Mistresses. Just to reverse the sexual harassment, using it, owning it instead of being victimized by it made me jump at the chance."
"The idea of getting in bed with your target?" I asked.
"Molly was my first woman," she told me. "I'd had a couple relationships with men that were satisfying, even loving, but they inevitably became disappointing. Being with Molly is just...better. But maybe I just haven't found the right stud," she winked. "Feel like swimming?"
"Always," I chuckled.
When she joined me at the pool, even though she wore a black one piece suit, the way it clung to her body like it could have been a size too small made it as sexy as any I'd seen, and when she turned I saw that her ass was completely exposed, the thin fabric between two taut hemispheres of deeply tanned flesh barely covering her asshole.
"Are you going to stare or are you going to swim?" she giggled.
Reluctantly I pushed off the wall at the deep end of the pool and began my laps, and she joined me like before, side by side. Not quite stroke to stroke since my long arms made my strokes less than hers.
After an uncountable amount of laps, I had enough. She followed me out of the pool looking a lot less impacted by the workout than I was. I imagined she had the stamina to swim the English Channel.
She took my hand, which surprised me, and led me to one of the changing rooms and into the shower where she peeled off her suit. So I pulled down mine, my cock bouncing free.
"Nice," she cooed, and knelt down, taking it into her mouth.
"Whoah," I reacted, and reluctantly pulled her to her feet.
"Getting the first one over with," she pouted.
"Not necessary," I said. "Morning sex."
"Cheryl?"
"Pat."
"No shit?"
"No shit."
I leaned down and kissed her. Her lips loosened from tight surprise and I sensed a smile before she pulled away. "Catch me," she giggled and hopped into my arms. I happily held her firm globes while our kiss grew in intensity. Tongues soon touched and played, intensifying it even more. She released an arm around my neck, showing strength with just the one arm holding on, and took my cock and aimed.
"Whoah," I said again.
"But I'm on the pill and Cheryl says your safe," she argued.
I set her down and turned off the shower. "I want to taste you first," I insisted.
We didn't even towel off when I led her to the armless chair and knelt between her slim muscled thighs and dove into her center, a completely bare pussy. I teased her to an ecstatic climax before she nudged me onto the floor. Towels we didn't use became pillows for her knees when she brought my fierce rigidity to her hot little slit and began riding me, demonstrating her strength both inside and out, outside with remarkable control of her rising and falling, and inside with impressive Kegel clutching and releasing. Truth be told, like Pat was smaller and tighter than expected, Kali was wider inside, so the muscle holds helped.
I just went with it, clutching that amazing ass but always letting her set the motion until a sharp angle and fast movement brought her over again. Only then did I turn us over and steadily shafted her, her powerful legs pulling me harder into her. My hands took hold of her smallish tits and I discovered her sensitivity. She preferred gentle over firm even at the height of her pleasure, so once I saw the glimpse of a grimace, I eased off the pressure of her nipples even with her gaining her third orgasm, to which, with a flurry of close in thrusts, I soon joined her.
Her hand took hold of my head and pulled me into a kiss amidst the pulsations of orgasm for both of us. It felt appreciative, maybe a little loving. And when I pulled back, her eyes danced with satiated amusement before they closed along with mine and the kiss continued.
When the second kiss ended, she told me seriously, "Get dressed. We need to talk."
"Already?" I asked.
She laughed. "Business silly."
"Oh, okay," I grinned.
After showering and changing in our separate rooms, I met her on the main floor in my dad's old office. Michael's old office. It seemed Molly had transformed it into an office for Mistresses Incorporated. Seeing Molly there made me uneasy, her frown not helping even though it was the usual one with her.
"Don't worry stud," Kali chuckled when she came in after me. "She won't kill you."
"Not yet at least," Molly muttered with a malicious twist of a lip.
Kali full on laughed. "Ready?" she asked once she calmed.
"Yeah," said Molly, standing up from the posh leather desk chair.
"Sit Joe," Kali ordered. When I did, Kali hovered over me. Molly sat opposite me with the large maple desk between us. Two wide screen monitors sat to the right, angled so that Molly could see them. A folder had been opened labeled HKH. "Hong Kong Hollywood," Kali told me. "Click the Chang folder."
When I did, a bunch of images appeared featuring an older average looking Chinese man, several of them with young, beautiful women intimately close to him with a variety of racial features, none of them Caucasian. Three had an attractive and regal older Chinese woman beside him, albeit less intimately. Kali took over the mouse and dragged one of the latter to the left monitor and opened it.
