An interruption

Gore moved in close to Kira and put his arms against her waist to pull her close.

Being much too affected by the potion to even consider resisting his advances, Kira allowed Gore to press her body against his much more sizeable frame and to place a kiss on her lips, one which she was quick to respond to, all the while rubbing her sex against the bulge between his legs. Moving his hands up to her shoulders, Gore slid the straps of Kira’s dress over her shoulders and down her arms, with Kira snaking her way out of it before the two of them worked together to slide the dress downwards, with the horny blonde moaning into her new lover’s mouth when the garment came down far enough for her large, erect nipples to be freed.

Now topless, Kira **** herself to end their kiss, and Gore let go off her to watch as she turned around and leaned forwards as she stripped out of her dress, getting a kick out of the knowledge that Gore was watching her as she slid the skimpy thing down her back and over her heart-shaped ass, showing off how the back of her thong ran up between her glorious buttocks and the way in which its damp front clung to her sex.

Stepping out of the dress to stand before Gore dressed in nothing more than her thong and high-heel shoes, Kira smiled at him and hooked her thumbs in under the waistband of her tiny undergarment.

“Do you want me to take this off as well?” She asked him, making sure that her voice was dripping with arousal.

“Uh-huh,” Gore replied, and licked his lips as he watched the thong begin to be lowered across Kira’s bubble-butt, its waistband pressing against her buttocks on its way down, thereby serving to demonstrate how firm they were.

Kira began to feel as though she would climax just from stripping in front of Gore, and another soft moan flowed out of her mouth as the thong came down far enough for her puckered asshole to be exposed.

With her thong having joined her dress in lying discarded on the floor beside her, Kira sauntered up to Gore, making sure to sway her hips as she moved towards him.

When she came up to him, Kira reached out with her hand to fondle his cock through his trousers, leaning in closer to press her naked breasts against the upper part of his stomach while doing her best to comprehend just how well-endowed he was.

After planting a light peck on his clothed chest, Kira dropped down in front of Gore, and the crime-boss went on to plant one hand on the top of her head as she began to undo his fly.

Whatever part of Kira’s mind which remained receptive to rational thought was telling her that she shouldn’t allow Gore to cum inside her pussy, and it was partly in response to that why she was now intending to suck his cock, while the other part of her reason-why was the simple fact that she was hankering to have him pump his jizz into her mouth and down her throat.

Just as Gore’s trousers were about to come apart, there was knock on the door.
“Wait here,” Gore told Kira, obviously appearing annoyed at being interrupted, “I’ll be right back.”

Disappointed at not getting to see his cock just yet, Kira watched Gore redo his fly and then walk towards the door and then sat herself down on her ass on the floor with her legs spread wide apart.

“Yes?” Kira could hear Gore say as he opened the door, but then the massively built man was silent for several seconds before slipping out of the suite.

Zair had meanwhile managed to sneak up to Gore’s private floor at the top of the building undetected, and had been reconnoitring to get a good idea of its layout when he had heard someone ascend up the stairs.

Slipping into the nearest room, which was a large and extravagantly furnished suite, and leaving the door ajar, Zair had listened intently as the new arrival had walked past his hiding-place and gone on to knock on a door.

A few dozen seconds went by, and then Zair could hear two sets of footsteps approaching the room in which he was hiding. There was a doorway leading into another of the suite’s, and Zair managed to silently slip through just as the door was pushed open and the two people stepped into it.

Daring a quick peek, Zair saw the two people who were standing about five yards away from him: one of them was Gore, who was easy to recognize, and the other was a hooded figure.

“Are you sure that this is strictly necessary?” Gore protested.

“Yes, Mr. Gore, we’re most eager to know that the crosier is kept at a safe location.” The hooded figure replied.

From his hiding-spot, Zair decided that he had just hit the jackpot.