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Hayley settled in at the computer. Steven was being eerily quiet, but.he had reason to be. She had no choice but to let Jack fuck her. Steven knew that. They had talked about it. So she didn't feel particularly guilty. She just wish she could understand herself better. Why had those silly romance novels turned her on in the first place? Could she have resisted the doctor, in his office? Could she have stood up to his blackmail, let Steven know the score and take the consequences? Maybe. Probably not. But she wasn't sure of herself, now. Being screwed by Jack, she didn't like. But she did, sort of. It had turned her on to a whole turn-on that she never suspected. She had washed the note from her skin as best she could. It would have to remain a memory. Of course, Jack's pictures of the first time helped.Agh. She had to think of something else. She was getting moist.
She decided that she better go ahead and check out the site to see if there was another message. It didn't take her long to comprehend what had changed on the web page, but it took several minutes before she could digest the pictures and summon the courage to call Steven.
"You're pale."
"Look."
The site headline was: "Hayley Scott, slut neighbor, reveals all!" Jack had split the screen into sections, so that "Hayley fucks her chiropractor" introduced the scenes the doctor had recorded. "Hayley exhibits herself around town" preceded their more recent pictures. "Her husband Steven sucks my cum out of her cunt." More pictures. "I fuck her while my friend watches." And all of them showed their faces, clearly.
And a concluding comment was: "Today, they decided they didn't want to take me up on my next challenge. I'm sorry about that. But maybe they'll respond to your requests directly. Their address and phone number is."
"He did it."
"Why?" Hailey asked.
"I told him we were through."
"What? Why? I mean, I can understand, but, why now?"
"His latest challenge, Hayley. I'm to deliver you to a hotel room and leave you until morning. He didn't say what would happen. He just said that like that strip club in Atlanta that provided sex for atheletes, you were being given to a VIP."
Hayley didn't say anything. Steven still didn't know about the doctor's house, and it wouldn't make him feel any better to find out now. She had faced it once, and she could face it again. She had to find some way of comforting him, but at the same time appear frightful of what could happen. "Steven, I."
He laid on the floor and closed his eyes. He had an erection in his shorts. And as she felt a shiver of pleasure at her remembrance when she first crossed the steps to the doctor's house, she as soon felt the accompanying despair about being trapped.
"Steven, I have to. We can't let this site stay up like this. Somebody could show up at the door. I just hope he hasn't contacted anyone yet. Call him."
Steven remained on the floor, his hands rubbing his temples.
She picked up the portable phone and dialed. "Jack. It's me. I'll do it. Now change the site." She hung up. She didn't want to talk to the creep.
After refreshing her screen about 100 times, the site returned to its former, anonymous display. She scrolled down to the challenge area.
Steven hadn't mentioned that part. She would have to go shopping.
Hayley hated Frederick's of Hollywood. She didn't like their lingerie. It made her feel cheap. She didn't like their sales staff, either. They looked like ex-whores forced to find a job. And she didn't like their customers, who were either teens into things way too early or women in no physical shape to be trying on such slutty outfits. Steven always asked for her to dress up, but.if he couldn't get turned on by seeing her naked, what was the point? Besides, she didn't like the idea of spending money on something she would wear two minutes every six months.
Feeling hostile towards the whole place, and the reason for coming, for that matter, she more or less took the place by storm, asking direct questions about where, picking a g-string that was her size, paying, and exiting without any unnecessary conversation. It was strange that she would feel so grimy going to a store in the mall. But she didn't want to go to Victoria's Secret. They might not have g-strings. Plus, she might actually bump into someone she knew. Not a chance of that at Frederick's. At least she wouldn't have to wear the thing after tonight. Whoever it was, she'd give him, or them, a souvenir.
It was on the way home that her back started aching. It had been building ever since spending that day in the bed with Jack. She passed Dr. Gilliam's old office, and saw that it was now occupied by another doctor. There were only three cars in the parking lot, so they weren't busy. She turned the car around and went back. Maybe the new doctor kept all the old information, which would save a bundle for x-rays.
Dr. Mareshi? She would have preferred an American doctor, but then she couldn't justify to herself why. And this would save money if they had the old records. The secretary was the same one as before. Good. "Hi. I'm Hayley. I used to see Dr. Gilliam."
"Oh, yes. Sure, how are you?"
"Well, I haven't had my back adjusted since before he went."
"That was such a surprise. I never saw it coming. But fortunately for me, Dr. Mareshi came around while we were still sorting out the billings, and he decided to purchase the practice."
"How long has he been a chiropractor?"
"About 10 years, now. His father used to own the practice before Dr. Gilliam."
Hayley's attention was riveted. "Is that so? Is there any chance he could see me today?"
After waiting the obligatory 20 minutes in the waiting room, Dr. Mareshi entered. She had expected a short, Indian looking gentlemen, but the man who entered looked european, was probably 6'2", looked to be in his 30's, and spoke with an americanized British accent. Hayley didn't think that her expectation would be improper to share, so she told him.
"Oh, yes. Well, that's funny, isn't it? Go ahead and get on the table. My grandfather was a British diplomat in India, and he married one of the "natives," he actually called them. His daughter, my mom, also married a "native," and I carry his name. When my mother died, my father decided he wanted to move to America, so I've been here since my teens. Enough about me. Now, tell me. What is the problem?"
"It's my back. I used to see Dr. Gilliam every month or so, and he would twist my neck a certain way and give my cervical area a pop with the vibrating.gizmo." Hayley had no idea what it was called, but Dr. Mareshi seemed to understand.
"Oh, yes. I have your chart, but I hadn't looked at it. Tell me, have you ever been to.Madras?"
Hayley couldn't answer, but shook her head "no."
"I see that Dr. Gilliam played this tape for you." Hayley was incredulous. She understood everything he said and could contemplate those things, but she couldn't speak. It was quite different from the tape. She lost all awareness during that.she thought. "Now tell me, Hayley, what did Dr. Gilliam do?"
She found herself telling him everything. His questions were gentle, but probing. Just as it occurred to her that she shouldn't tell him about.that, then she did. And not only about it, but all about it. It was perplexing. She told him the whole sordid story.the pictures.the blackmail.the sex.even her feelings about being used, her fantasy, her sexual resolve on Dr. Gilliam's porch, and her triumph over him.
And after she had said it all, she became fearful that he would use her, too. Would she ever be free of this mess?
"Hayley, you've told me your fantasy, about being a captive. Now I have a question for you. Do you really want me to tell you to remove your shirt?"
"Yes." It surprised her, but even as she heard her own voice, she recognized it was true. She felt ashamed of herself.
"You've been truthful. And now I'm going to be truthful. I'm not going to do that. In fact, I want you to say `Madras, Delhi." She repeated the names of the cities. And suddenly the spell was gone.
"What? How?"
It is a subliminal remnant of the tape that makes you susceptible to hypnotism. My father new about it. Gilliam didn't. It was a short-
cut so that he wouldn't have to replay the tape each time a patient came in. It cut into his appointment times, you see. You're the fifth female client I've had that used to see Gilliam. They were photographed, but I left them without a memory of it since it would do them no good. But I've known that someone got to Gilliam. There was no other way to explain his current behavior. I had thoughts of helping him, but.I see that he deserved it. I'm so sorry for the pain that this has caused you and your husband, despite the pleasures which you obviously remember fondly."
Hayley blushed. It felt good to blush. "So, you don't use the videotape?"
"I wish that I could say no. But I try to use it as ethically as I can. My trade has a habit of trying to hook people into continued services up to months at a time, but for most problems, if they can't be improved within a month, then Chiropractic is not the solution. Yours is slightly different, and not uncommon, that you need adjustments when you feel the need. But there are many who approach our services with more than a healthy skepticism, and in certain cases, I know they will not come back as long as they need to. So, I.suggest.to those clients that they return for a reasonable number of visits, always less than a month, to give them the best opportunity of not needing my services again. It was with this intent that my father started using the tape."
"I need it." And she said it so that he believed her.
"Why?"
Hayley told him about the repercussions of the doctor's actions, skipping the embarassing parts, but getting to the point that the mess she was in was still, ultimately, due to that tape.
"Hayley, I can't give you a copy. You've seen what it can do. You shouldn't think yourself above it just because of your need. In fact, look at Gilliam now. That bordered on the power corrupting you, as well."
"Then, can you help me?"
Hayley drove home with a mission. The mission for that evening couldn't be avoided, but perhaps future ones could. When she pulled into her driveway, she was happy to see that Jack's car was in his driveway. He was fortunate to have a job where he could work from his house much of the time. She wished Steven could do the same.
She didn't know if Jack was going to help himself to her again. But she needed him to. She couldn't just call him and set him up. It wouldn't be obvious, but it would be suspicious given their current "relationship."
She went upstairs and undressed. If she managed to get this done now, she could still bathe and nap before Steven returned home. She found a bottle of tanning oil. It was old, but it should work. She prefered high protection factors in sunscreen to the baking lotion she had used in college. Was this that old?
She grabbed a towel and went downstairs. She turned the music on to a radio station so that it would play through the outdoor speakers on the deck. She unlocked the front door, then she walked onto the back deck, laid her towel down in a lounge chair, adjusting it so that it faced Jack's house, and reclined.
She poured some of the oil onto her leg, and she began smoothing it over her skin. Her skin began to shimmer from the oil. She did this slowly, almost erotically, imagining that she was with a lover who wanted to take his time feeling every inch of her. She wasn't turned on in the least, but she hoped that Jack would catch the sound of the music and give a look her way. The rest she could leave to his baser instincts.
It was about four minutes later that she had worked her way up to her breasts, pouring oil on her left one, when Jack came through the door onto the deck.
"Hayley, I must say, you surprise me. Here I am thinking that my wife is coming home in a couple of days and generally feeling sorry for myself that I have to go back to ground beef after dining on a filet. I hadn't planned on fucking you today, but I started thinking of that tight bald pussy and your lucious tits, just waiting for me over here. And all I have to do is go over. And no sooner do I think this than I see that you're home. And not just that, but you're giving me a show. So, I'm over my shock. Now, let me help you with that oil." He began massaging the oil into her breasts, somewhat roughly. He wasn't the lover that she had been imagining. He interrupted her thoughts. "So, I'm curious, why did you want me? I was clearly invited. You like my cock? Or did you want some more of my jism for that cum licking husband of yours?"
Hayley hadn't considered that particular kink, but decided that it was a good basis for getting this over with, and perhaps enjoying it, just a little, she told herself, too.
"Yeah, Jack, that's a lot of it. I've been thinking all morning about whatever you have in store for me tonight at the hotel. And it turned me on. You see how wet I am."
Jack looked down at the bare skin where her legs met and placed a finger against her slit. Slopping wet. "Damn."
"So, when I get turned on, there's certain fantasies that I like. So, I decided, yes, I wanted your cum. I want my husband to have a little fun before I go away tonight. It didn't seem right that I should just ask you, given that you're the prick that you are. But I didn't want to miss out, either."
Jack stood. "Well, you're not going to miss out on a thing, you little slut." He pulled his knit shirt over his head. "Why don't you do the rest?"
Hayley leaned up and sat at the end of the lounger. She could play the slut. She ran her fingers across his cock, feeling it tremble slightly under his shorts. She looked up into his eyes, giving him the fantasy of whatever he wanted her to be, as she undid his shorts and pulled them to the ground with his underwear.
"Suck me. You haven't done that before."
She just grinned at him, and began licking his cock. He was clean, at least, but she was annoyed by the hairs that caught in her mouth. She concentrated on the head of his cock, licking it and slurping at it, noisily. Then she grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, causing the head of his cock to grow massively. She couldn't help but be impressed and gave him a couple more licks. With her other hand she grabbed his scrotum, just above his balls, squeezing them into their sac. Time for more acting. "Ooooh, Jack. Your balls feel so large and.heavy. I hope you're just full of cum."
Jack started moving his pelvis, causing her hand to stroke his cock. "Now, now, big Jack. I don't want your cum out here. I want you to cum in my pussy. I want to feel this thick shaft inside me. I want you to fuck me," she licked her lips, ".HARD."
She leaned back and spread her legs. She gripped her cunt lips with both hands and spread them so he could see her most private parts. Then she stared at his cock and added in a throaty whisper, "Fuck me. Jack."
Jack went over to the deck chairs and removed two seat cushions. He threw them on the ground next to the lounger and said, "get on your hands and knees, slut."
She did, and looking coyly back over her shoulder, she settled on her elbows and raised her hips, giving him a clear view of her sex. It wasn't a second before she felt him thrust into her.
Her playacting worked extremely well. His cockhead felt huge as he pushed his way in. In fact, his whole cock seemed larger. She didn't have to act now. "Ooooh. That feels so good. So good. You're so big. Oh. Oh. OOOhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me, that's it, fuck me, I want to feel you cum in me, that's it!" Her breath gave out, at least to speak, as she was just keeping up with sucking in air. She could feel his balls slap against her, all the way on her mound, as if they were wrapping around each thrust. She was spread so wide, and he was stretching her, and it felt so.good. Finally, he shot within her, three spurts that she could feel, and then she could only feel his convulsions. "Yes, that's it. Cum in me. I want every little drop."
She rolled over, looking at him. He was holding his back, trying to straighten in a way that didn't hurt. "Come here. I'll suck you. I want you one more time."
"Ahhh. No. I think I'm shot. Besides my back is killing me, and I've got to make a couple of arrangments for tonight."
She didn't know what that would bring, but decided to stay in character. "Well, I'm sure there will be some more cum for my cunt, won't there?"
He shook his head and stood. "Count on it. I need to get going." He began to dress, but still rubbed his back from time to time.
She waited a few moments, lying on the cushions. She kept her legs spread, so he could see his work. This caught his eye. Then she stood up, almost abruptly. "Hang on. I went to the quack doctor today. I'm feeling fine. You ought to give him a call; maybe you could last for two rounds then. I'll get his card."
She went into the kitchen and retrieved it from her purse. She hoped that would do it. Give him a solution to his pain and challenge his masculinity to make him go. If it didn't work today, then it would the next time. It was her only hope.
Jack looked at her crotch. "Look, you and Steven have fun with that. But when you go to the motel tonight, you need to be all cleaned up. VIP, remember?"
"Gotcha. No hints?"
He walked to the front door, turned and smiled. "None."
By the time Steven was home from work, Hayley was cleaned up. Steven would be going through enough that night, she was sure, that she didn't need to possibly make matters worse by having him lick her cunt. Although she had debated it.
They shared a rather quiet meal together. Salad, chicken, broccoli. Some bread. They didn't stock alcohol in the house, or that would have been included on this night.
Had it been raining, her choice of wardrobe would be easier. But it wasn't. So she selected her black dress. It more or less clung to her body. She wore a bra, and overall, it looked good. The absence of a panty-line was obvious, Steven mentioned. But she could tell he liked it.
They parked at the hotel, a few minutes early. "Are you sure you can do this?"
"Yeah. It's just one night. I'll get by."
"Hayley, if somebody should hurt you."
"I know. I'll handle it. It'll be okay, Steven."
There wasn't much to say that hadn't been said.
They left the car in the garage, and walked through the lobby to the registration desk.
"Scott, Steven."
"Ah yes, we have you in room 911."
"That will be fine." And just the way he had requested. If Hayley needed help, it was an easy room number to remember.
They finished sorting the registration details and went to the elevator, where Hayley pushed "9."
"This is sort of different from the last time I rode an elevator in here. How ironic that it would be the same hotel."
The elevator opened, and they found their room and entered. Hayley was happy to know that Steven would be nearby, and that she had a suitcase of clothes waiting. They sat on the bed, holding hands, not talking.
"It's time."
"It's quiet over there," Hayley said, standing. "Help me a bit."
Steven unzipped his wife's dress and unclasped her bra. She removed it, and he zipped her back up. Then she removed a shoe, and he slid a passkey to their room in it, in case she had the need and opportunity to bolt. She put her foot back in. The card was concealed well enough. "And here's the key for that room."
He opened the door for her. The elevators were a short distance to the left of the room, and her appointment was in 913. Steven had hoped that there would be a connecting door between the rooms, so that he could at least listen for signs of trouble, but there wasn't.
He held her hands in his and slowly embraced her, pushing her against the corridor wall, next to the room. They kissed, and he let go. Steven said, "I've got my room key. I'll be through these doors at 9:00, on the dime." Hayley nodded. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she said. Steven rubbed her hips for a few moments, feeling his wife's body, before letting her go.
Hayley nodded, and Steven unzipped the back of her dress. It fell to the ground, and she stepped out of it. He quickly picked it up and hurried the 20' or so to his room door, which was recessed in the hallway. He heard Hayley slip the pass-key into the slot. By the time he looked, he saw just a peek of Hayley, wearing just the black g-
string and high heeled, black spaghetti-strap shoes, entering the room. Steven went in and fell on the bed. Leaving your wife practically naked to enter a hotel room.was not a good thing to do. He just hadn't seen any options.
The first thing Hayley noticed was the cold. The temperature was really low. Her nipples were already hard, but the air made them almost painful, nevermind the goosebumps. She quickly closed the door behind her.
There was no one to be seen or heard. She had expected the opposite. She had expected.some number of people, just waiting to fuck a party slut. Why else would she have to show up without any clothes on? She stepped past the closet and the bathroom, peaking around the corner to where the bed was. Only, it wasn't a bed. It was a living area. She was in a suite. The TV wasn't even on.
She stepped a little further and found a tray of cheese and crackers. Wine. Grapes. Strawberries. She wasn't hungry. She turned a corner to find the bedroom.
A king size bed lay in the middle. It was was fully made, but the sheets were turned down. There were no video cameras that were apparent. The window shades were open, but an inner curtain covered the window. She was relieved, just cold. It wasn't the first impression she had been expecting.
"You look like you need to be warmed." It was a deep voice, a bass. She turned and looked. "My name is Henry." He was leaning against a doorframe to a second bathroom. She couldn't help but look him over from head to toe. He was perhaps 6' 6", huge. He had the build of Dolph Lungren. His face was handsome, almost european looking. His body rippled with muscle, his abdomen pronounced. He was hairless from the shoulders down, and his body glistened. He could be Superman without a uniform. And he was without.
And it was obvious what he wanted with her. Everything about him spoke of strength. Long fingers, big hands. A wide chest tapering to a small waist, set high above long legs. And a cock that that just hung from his crotch. She had never scene anything like it. It wasn't erect, it was just.huge.hanging.and marvelously black. It swung with his steps as he approached her. She tried, but she couldn't look away.
"I saw you with Jack, and I knew you would be a special treat." And with that, he grabbed her long brown hair and pulled her head back, to begin with a kiss. After a few brushes of the lips, she realized that he had a long tongue, too. But she could make do with hers, and she could tell he appreciated her fighting spirit. He broke off their kiss and smiled at her. Just as her romance novel fantasy had come true in a fashion, it appeared her recurring dreams were about to do so. It was as if her body had been waiting for this. This wasn't at all what she had expected. She looked up at him and reached for his cock. Then she had to look down again, to see what she was handling.
He grinned at her. "So, you're warming to your task." He wasn't hard, but he was hardening. Her fist was in the middle of his shaft, and she had room for hands on either side. 10 inches? 11? "It's 11 inches long...in case you were wondering." She just stared at the monster in her hand. She couldn't reach around it with her fingers. "And it's seven inches around at the thickest point. I'll bet that you've never had a black man before, have you?"
Hayley found her voice. "Yes. Once. Not as big." It was all she could say.
"I'm surprised. But that's good. There's something about a white woman that I just love. Your hair, for one. It's nice. I like the way it feels, the way it sifts through my fingers. And I like the way your breasts look. Don't get me wrong. Black women look fine. But I like the pink nipples. It makes white women look more, feminine, and it makes your breasts look like they're asking to be sucked. And I like to see the color of my hand against your skin." He placed his hand on her abdomen. It seemed to cover her entire mid-section. He rubbed his hand around, as if he was feeling a baby inside. "But mostly, I like to." He was interrupted.
"Come on. Show me." Hayley was still looking at his cock as she put her fingers through the side of her thong, sending it quickly to her feet. She removed her feet from her shoes a little more carefully, not wanting the passkey to be obvious. She leaned back on the bed, her knees at its edge. She reached for his cock again, and began stroking it. The monster seemed to leap to life. As his cock began to rise, the view opened to his massive ball sac. It had to hang over six inches, longer than Steven's cock. And the size of his balls were.huge. She gave a silent laugh remembering the lies she had complimented Jack with. But this.
The head of his cock frightened her. As he neared her cunt, it seemed to grow. There was no way it was going to fit. He dipped just the tip into her slit, and the sensation of heat was overpowering. He backed away slightly. The tip of his cock was wet with her juices. He reached his long black fingers towards her sex and parted her cunt, holding her open as he reinserted his cock. It was hard and straight. He didn't even have to use his hands for something so.massive. The feeling was.exquisite. The head of his cock just seemed to keep opening and opening her tight passage. Just when she felt like she couldn't take any more, her muscles collapsed around the thickness of his shaft. He was in, and she felt full already. But he wasn't moving, so there was little satisfaction in it. But she just felt.full. She couldn't imagine how this was going to work.
A "No!" came from somewhere inside her as he slowly retracted the head of his cock, completely exiting her, the sensation feeling like he was almost tearing her, yet it was still pleasure that washed through her. Even the slit on his cock was huge. He pressed inward again. It was.intense. It would never bring her to orgasm, it just..tightened every muscle in her body. She felt the head pass her inner muscles again before they constricted around his shaft once more, and she still felt stretched. He pushed probably an inch, and her body began to shake. It was hard to breathe. He removed himself slowly, once more. Even after withdrawing, her body continued to shake. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
She shook her head, but she couldn't seem to stop the shaking. He gave a light laugh, and began again. "It's always like this. It's why I need all night, sort of. It takes a while just to get you ready." He went deeper this time. She was still shaking, and he kept pushing until she gave a slight wince, then withdrew, but not all the way out this time. He pushed again and.seemed to.find a different path. Maybe her organs moved. It felt better, and it felt new. She had never been touched there. He began to withdraw. She decided to distract herself from the shaking by doing some quick math. Let's see, about 2" for just the head, and maybe 5" farther. Four to go. There was no way.
She felt him push again, gently yet firmly, well past the point where Steven usually "hit." He had always seemed like a perfect fit, and now. She could feel the mass within her pull back again, then forward. She was breathing heavily now, searching for oxygen, her muscles throughout her body screaming due to the tension. He was pushing again, and.she saw stars. He had found a place, somewhere, where he just.fit. She looked up to see him smile.
"There's always a way. Patience." He withdrew again, then pushed back into her, finding the same place twice. And.again. Then faster. It felt like he was in her abdomen. He was, she realized. His cock was where his hand was earlier. It was as he picked up speed and force that she began to feel his balls. She loved the feel of a man's balls slapping against her sensitive areas. With his cock so deep in her, it was like two time zones of sensation.
He held her tightly, and somehow, managed to turn her over, moving her leg across while still keeping part of his cock inside her. Incredible. She was on her hands and knees when he gave his next thrust. The sensation caused her arms to collapse. His giant hands remained on her hips, keeping her cunt in position for his next thrust. And he had control. Her head was spinning. If she had decided to count his strokes, it would have been impossible. Maybe she couldn't count that high, and she couldn't keep a thought in her head anyway. He thrust into her again, the length of his tool giving so much continuous sensations. She started seeing colors through her eyelids.dancing.swirling.sparking. Then she started feeling warm inside. It took her a few moments to realize he was cumming. It was so different. She felt the twitching within her, but there weren't streams of jism. There just wasn't enough room. It was more of a flood, a hot one. He was just filling her up.
Finally, he withdrew. She rolled over to see his cock, still massive, still stiff, coated with shiny fluids. His balls still hung loosely. He had much more cum to give her.
"Watch," he said. He inserted a finger into her cunt. She didn't even feel him. "You're not watching."
She looked at his hand, and he reentered his finger. A wave of cum oozed from her opening. It made her dizzy thinking about it. He withdrew his finger so that only his fingertip was in her. And just like that, he found her sensitive spot, a slight ridge in her opening wall, well before her g-spot. He rubbed at it, pressing against the ridge along it's length. She came hard. And noisily.
While she was recovering her breath, he moved up her body, squatting at the side of her head. He placed his warm cock across her lips. She normally didn't like sucking Steven's cock, at least beyond some playful licks, but this.this was deserving. She slid her mouth along its length, slowly, but still.it took so long to reach the base. She was amazed at the texture of his shaft, the different sizes of veins, some of which were just huge. Then she worked her way back up. She didn't know how he managed to keep it so smooth, but it was like a treat. She tried scraping his cock with her teeth. She couldn't even fit the girth of his shaft between her lips. And she tasted their juices that she picked up along the way, but she didn't care. Maybe this was how Steven. The shock of the thought stunned her, that it could possibly turn him on. Steven.She had forgotten that he was just a room away from.this.
His balls. They were huge, and like the rest of him, hairless. They were so low in his sac, she could grip her full hand around it, making his balls swell as they emerged at the bottom of her hand. She licked at them, and began sucking on them, amazed at how smooth the skin became around them. Henry shifted so that the tip of his cock was at her mouth. "I can't," she said. There was no way. She couldn't decently suck her husband's cock without an unpleasant urge. Henry nodded, and said, "Do what you can." So, she continued to lick the head, finding it hard to believe it took so long just to circle the head with her tongue, and enjoying the velvety smoothness of it.
She stopped suddenly. "I want to sit on it."
Henry laughed. "Alright woman, but I haven't recovered yet. It could be a long ride."
"Promise?" And she meant it.
He laid out on the bed and rolled onto his back. He held his cock in position, a black tower. She thought she had a vibrator by that name, and here was the real thing. She had to squat from her feet. She couldn't just sit on her knees and get him to fit. It blew her mind. She lowered herself onto it, her hands on Henry's chest for balance. She watched his cock as she lowered herself, and she was amazed to see the cum pour from her cunt as he displaced it. She finally worked her way to the bottom, where she sat in a wet pool of his cum. She shifted to her knees, knowing that she would need his help to get off later. Unreal. It made her feel very earthy, very sexy, very.alive.
She decided to take a stroke, and raised up about six inches before coming down hard. The feelings within her were too powerful. She tried again. And lost her breath. Again. She stopped herself. She might pass out. So she grounded herself again and decided to grind on top of him. That felt fine.
She felt his hands on her breasts, so she watched. He stretched her areole with two fingers, pulling the skin tight across her nipple. Then he leaned up and gave it a flick with his tongue. It felt good. Ohhh. Did it feel good. He felt the rhythm that she had with her cunt, and he was sending jolts at just the right time.
She closed her eyes. There was no dream to see anymore. The dream was nothing to compare with the feeling that she had within her. She opened her eyes, and saw his black torso lying underneath her pale pubic area. It was beautiful. And she could feel the hot stiffness of his cock.all through her, so deep within her. And it made her cum.
As she recovered, she saw him reach over to the phone and dial. "Yeah. Hey, it ain't gonna work out. You go on. Yeah, I know. I'll see you then."
Hayley was still convulsing slightly, but trying to settle down and understand what he had been talking about.
The concern on her face prompted an answer. "That was Jack. He had rounded up some guys and wanted to set up a gang bang." Hayley shivered involuntarily. She didn't want anything to do with Jack, but she had sort of expected a crowd, and.she was only momentarily disappointed until the feeling of Henry within her reminded her that she was fully satisfied. "I think he wanted to be a roving cameraman. But I decided that I want you just to myself."
Hayley grinned, and said, "Thank you. I want you, too, Henry. I've never." She couldn't express herself.
"Few women have, .?"
This time she understood the look on his face, surprised he didn't know. She answered, "Hayley." She could tell that he didn't trust that it was her real name, but it didn't really matter.
She leaned over as best she could with his stiff cock inside her. Her breasts were met by his gigantic hands as she placed a kiss on his lips.
"Hey, I promised you a long ride." With that he wrapped an arm around her and stood, easily lifting her with him, still impaled on his shaft. She wrapped her arms around his neck, catching site of her white body against his chocolate chest in the mirror. He carried her to the window, where he parted the curtains. He leaned her against the glass, which was cool to her back. She hoped the window was secure.it was a long way down. She held on tightly to his neck and shoulders. He held her under her thighs, lifting her slightly, spreading her, holding her in place. Then he started fucking her. Being held off the floor so easily, the sounds of the city behind her, the possibility that someone could see her. She came many times in her long ride. He came once, much later. Then the next ride began.
Steven was frustrated. He couldn't sleep. It had been over three hours. He had put a glass against the wall and couldn't hear any sounds from the next room. He stayed by the door for the longest time, to see if anyone came or left. Nothing. Just quiet. He thought he could handle it better if just knew what they were doing. His imagination was making it all the worse. He knew his wife was getting fucked. He just had a great need to know who. How many? Were they being kind? Were they being rough? He couldn't wait any longer.
He closed his room door quietly, then inserted his key and reopened it. Good. There was hardly a noise. He went to 913 and inserted the key for their room. He turned the handle, peered inside, saw no one, and entered. He carefully shut the door behind him. He didn't see anyone. He moved forward, and very carefully peeked around the corner. No one. It was den furniture. A suite. He saw the connecting door ahead, which was shut. He moved closer, and listened through the door.
He heard Hayley giggle, then a deep voice. They were talking, or playing, or.he didn't know what. And he couldn't possibly open the door without being noticed. He heard her squeal. Were they tickling? He heard what he thought was a "I'll shut you up," followed by what he knew to be one of Hayley's grunts. The kind she made when a cock entered her. This wasn't helping. He didn't particularly like that she was having a good time; he had expected that he would somehow save her from a terrible situation. He listened longer, just to make sure. Yes, she was getting fucked. And it went on. And on. It sounded like she had orgasmed at least three times, minutes apart each. He couldn't take it anymore.
Back in his room, Steven laid on the bed, looking out at the night sky which shone through the window. He played with himself casually. He wanted to cum, but he just felt guilty.dirty.
It was a night to remember. They slept a few hours, then the light entering the room woke Henry. And then he woke her as he ever so gently tried to probe her cunt with his cock. Hayley was exhausted, but she was ready for one more ride. But she made him wait. Her bladder was full. And her cunt, too, as it would turn out. Some of Henry's cum leaked, but she decided not to clean herself up since he was about to fuck her again. Or was it that she was going to fuck him again? It had been a night of surprises. She hurried back.
When she returned, she found Henry stroking his cock. It was another memory to keep. His cock reached about four inches above his belly button. She would have to see Steven do that and compare, not that she would tell him.
She found that their last go didn't start as a comfortable ride. She was very sore, but as he picked up the pace, her passion overruled the discomfort. Surprisingly, Henry came rather quickly, but she was amazed to feel yet more cum fill within her. Steven would have been empty long ago.
He withdrew and petted her nicely as she regained her composure. She asked him to sit up in the bed, then she rolled over onto her stomach and placed both hands at her clit. She stared at the black tower, still erect at his crotch, remembering the feel of it, and she quickly brought herself to orgasm.
Henry stood and went into the closet, returning dressed in a suit and holding a small bag. "Just so you know, I'm going to buy Jack's company. You've been a great pleasure, but I'm actually sorry to say that you were part of the deal. He had a few conditions attached. One of them was these two video cameras. I'm keeping one, he's taking the other. But you'll know where I'll be. If you ever want a copy, just let me know."
"He'll blackmail you, like he's been blackmailing me."
"Nah. I'm not married, and I'm new to the area. I'll handle it if he does. But listen, I've always had a fantasy of riding in a limousine around town, a naked white chick in the backseat and more than a little sex. If you ever want to make it happen, look me up. Your husband can come along, too. To watch, that is. Tell you what, you do the limo ride, I'll give you the video. I won't make any copies." It was a tempting proposition.
He opened the bag, spilling the contents on the bed. Hayley felt a wave of anxiety replace what had been a wonderful afterglow. He pulled the bedcovers off the bed, which were already hanging on the sides. "This is one of those terms." Hayley tried to relax as he restrained her arms and legs. "I think this was so you don't beat him up when he gets here."
"Jack's coming?"
"Yes, in about 5 minutes. Say, can I keep this?"
He was holding the g-string. "Sure, hang it in your office so I can see it when I stop by." She gave him a wink. "And Henry?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for last night. I was really scared about what could have happened."
"Ah. Thank you, Hayley. Thank you." And he left.
Like clockwork, Jack entered minutes later. "Well, look at you."
Hayley hadn't really had the chance. There was dried cum on her breasts and stomach. She could feel something dried and crinkly on her neck and between her legs, plus the full feeling she had of the warm cum inside her.
"Well, it was one guy, but it looks like you fucked an army!" She didn't rise to his bait. He tested the knots that Henry had tied, then reached in his pockets and pulled out a small metal key. "Steven is going to need this." He looked at her cunt. "Well, it's a good thing I came prepared." He pulled out a toothbrush and placed the keyring in the bristles. Then he approached her cunt.
"What are you doing?"
"Like I said, Steven will need the key, so I'm putting it where he can find it."
Hayley's head sunk back into the pillow, and she let out a large breath. Poor Steven.
He inserted the toothbrush into her cunt. She assumed that she must be stretched still because she hardly felt it. She saw him turn the toothbrush and give it a shake, and she felt the key settle inside her.
He pulled the toothbrush out and made an unpleasant face. "Damn! I've never seen so much cum." She saw some ooze from the toothbrush, and could feel some dripping from her cunt. "I hate to waste so much, though." He flung the toothbrush at her cunt, so the cum hanging from it struck the inside of her thigh.
He then took off his pants and underwear, sporting what was, for him, a large erection. Her scales had changed, she realized. "Surely you're not going to fuck me?" she asked.
"I wouldn't think of it." He began stroking himself, and grinning as he did so."A little more for that honeypot of yours, you know. Now he can eat cum from two people at the same time. If Henry hadn't changed the plan, it would have been from five guys. But this will do." He stroked himself very fast, and pointed his cock at her pussy just as he ejaculated. A few spurts of cum, then some drops. "There, that looks better. I can hardly see your pussy through all that. Hey, and Steven should be here any minute."
He bent over to pick up his clothes, a short grimace of pain as he straightened. Please.thought Hayley.
Jack left the bedroom and went to the other side, apparently waiting by the door for Steven. She heard him enter, and looked at the clock. 8:55. She was glad he didn't wait. She was ready to be done with this.
It took a a few moments before Steven appeared in the door. Jack had apprarently made him strip first. "Are you okay?" She could see that he hadn't slept much, but then, neither had she.
"Yeah, honey. I'm fine. I'll tell you later, but I'm fine." Jack followed him in.
"Good, alright, we're reacquainted. Steven, I want you to get between her legs and cum on her cunt." Jack got his camera, ready to take pictures.
Hayley watched as Steven started stroking himself, but he looked too tense to do what he had to do. "I'm okay, really. Go ahead, I want to see you finish." It was her pet word she used with him.
It took him a few uncomfortable minutes, obviously affected by Jack watching, before he came. Hayley was pleased to see that he shot more than Jack, but she was surprised he didn't empty himself during the night.
"Good. Good. All right, Steven, put your hands behind your back." Steven looked worried, but Hayley knew what Jack was going to do. She couldn't see it, but she heard the handcuffs click into place.
"All right, let's see." He pushed Steven forward, so that his face landed between Hayley's thighs. "I want one more picture, then I'm gone. Steven, take one good lick at that slut's pussy, and I want you to hold your tongue out so I can see all the cum you lick up."
Hayley heard Steven sigh, then he moved enough so that he could do what Jack wanted. He looked her in the eyes, and she shrugged her shoulders and gave him a wink. Then he lowered his face to her slit. She couldn't see how much cum was on his tongue when Jack took the picture. Then Jack said, in an unbelieving tone, "swallow it."
Steven lifted slightly, so she could see.lots.and he did.
Jack just shook his head. "Alright. Steven, I'll leave your clothes on the front porch. Hayley, you tell him about the next step. I'll put the `do not disturb' sign on the door." Then he left.
She hoped he put the right sign out, not the "send in the maid" sign. It would take over an hour before Steven found the key, and another 20 minutes before he could maneuver it out of her cunt. While he worked at it, she told him about the night, and by the time he had retrieved the key, they were laughing, of all things, somehow.
Hayley found her passkey, went to the next room, and changed. She drove home, got a change of clothes for Steven, and returned to the hotel. On the way home, she went to a drive thru for a burger. Steven wasn't hungry.
She and Steven checked the website regularly, and Jack was quick about updating the site. The video was converted to still shots, showing Henry's gigantic cock making its way into her.
Steven's head dropped. "You?.that?"
"Yeah, I told you he was big."
"It fit?"
Hayley grinned. And pointed to the picture of her sitting on top of Henry, nestled on the base of his cock.
Steven threw up his hand in exasperation. "I can't compete with that!"
Hayley saw that he need a little reassurance, and rubbed his crotch. "Honey, you don't have to."
It was three days later when the phone rang. "Hi, I was checking my appointments today, and I thought you should know I'm receiving a new patient."
The voice, and its purpose, were unmistakable. "Thanks, doc."
"Ah, if things work out, I hope you'll return the favor, as we discussed."
Hayley assured him that she would. Then she called Steven to tell him the good news, and the bargain that had accompanied it.
It was late that night when Jack knocked on the door. "Hi, sorry to bother you. I wanted to give you this. I don't remember what all is in here, but I know it's yours. I think you left it at our house."
"Thanks, Jack," said Steven. "We appreciate it. Good night, now."
Jack left, and Steven opened the box. They were amazed at the number of diskettes, CD's and videotapes that Jack had collected. If the doctor was right, then this was everything. They had to trust that the computer was wiped clean. They had checked the website earlier. It was blank.
The doctor had suggested Jack's punishment. For the next six months, Jack would have a little problem whenever he saw an attractive female. He would pee in his pants. But Jack would believe that chiropractic would help solve the problem. It wouldn't, but the chiropractor would cure him at a later time, when they were sure that everything that could be used to blackmail was either recovered or destroyed. Unless the doctor had his own designs, then it appeared likely that it was over. And they were about certain that the doctor was trustworthy.
It was worth a celebration. They went out to dinner that night. Evening dress. Suit and tie. And underwear. The evening ended with a long snuggle on the couch, with candles and light jazz.
Sandy asked, "How did you know about this trail?" It wasn't much of a trail, probably made from animals going to the water, but it was marked with red pieces of tape every 100 yards or so.
"Well, the property belongs to my chiropractor. He asked about my exercising, which helps my back, and he suggested I hike out here, if I was interested. He and his wife hope to build on the property someday, although the commute would be difficult." It was full of half-truths, but it would do.
"Well, it's beautiful here. How many acres?"
"I don't know. I think a couple of hundred, but it seems like more than that since it borders the National Forest. He said there's a small waterfall, too." Sandy didn't know it, but that was the reason she was here. She wanted to make sure she could find the waterfall later with Steven.
At last they came to it. The waterfall was narrow, with a drop of about 15', but it landed in a large pool, perfect for swimming.
It was Sandy's thought, too. "Oooh. If I were here with my husband, we might go for a skinny dip. Look, there's no trash around. That means that this is relatively undiscovered."
It was no surprise to Hayley that Sandy's thoughts were somewhat randy. They had talked about "the box" on the trip, and Sandy wanted a reciprocal favor. Hayley had remembered what had traspired, and she couldn't help but fire back, "Sure, but do I get to watch too?" Sandy's face turned red. Hayley didn't really mind, though. All things considered, lately, Sandy's voyeurism didn't even register as an issue.
They slipped off their shoes and socks, and waded in. In felt good after the hike, despite the cold temperature typical of mountain water. The hike had been about three miles, starting in the Park, but the doctor had given good directions on how to navigate to his property. It certainly wouldn't occur to anyone on the public trail.
The stones in the pool were smooth, but there were enough of them packed in that they weren't slippery. Aside from a few jutting pieces of larger rocks, it was almost like it was planned. Hayley looked at the rocks overhead. It would be over to the right from here, he had said. There. A large piece of rock with a flat surface, sloped gently towards the pool.
Sandy followed her eyes, and said, "And that looks like the perfect place to dry off!" There was a break in the trees that let the sun shine on a good portion of it, for several hours each day, Hayley guessed. To one side the hill rose with a high cover, but little underbrush. To the other, where they had hiked, there were lots of smaller trees and bushes. It was pretty dense. She knew that the doctor had invested some time and energy here, clearing out his view on the one side.
Sandy went ahead of her, climbing to the rock. "This is awesome! Look there." She pointed. It was the initials of two people scratched into the rock, with male and female symbols beside each. "I can guess what they did." Hayley could, too. Sandy paused. "Do you think it would be okay if I came back later?"
Hayley knew what she meant, but she couldn't really say. It wasn't her property, and the doctor's house was on the other side of the hill. But Sandy didn't know that. "Sure. I don't think he would have a problem with it. As a matter of fact, I think I'll come back with Steven, maybe tomorrow. So maybe you should wait until the next day, at least."
"Okay, but you know me, I might come and watch.Just kidding!"
They both laughed. Hayley said, under her breath, "I don't care."
There was a pause. "Really?" What? She didn't realize she had spoken out loud. Did it matter? No, not really. They had known each other long enough. She could trust her, although trust was becoming harder to place these days. But, no, it was just the creeps who had abused her.
"What, you want to?" Sandy didn't answer, but just looked at her, hopeful. "If you really want to, sure. But, no cameras."
"Awwww."
"Hey, if you want a camera, I'll bring one and take pictures of you!" Hayley meant it as a joke, but Sandy looked like she was considering the idea.
By the time they had reached home, Sandy had pried from Hayley that she and Steven would leave around 11:00 in the morning.
It was about 1:30 when Steven and Hayley reached the little pool. Hayley didn't waste any time, stripping her clothes and entering the pool. Steven followed and met her for a shivering embrace. Although they had been through some of the wildest experiences, they had never had an opportunity for this simple one. A skinny dip. So they splashed, and played, grabbing at each other. Steven knew that the doctor and his wife were watching, from somewhere on the hill, and that he and Hayley were apparently one of a small number of couples that had been invited here.
And for the kindness that the doctor had shown them, he didn't worry about being watched. And neither did Hayley. It was great fun, and he hoped the doctor's wife got a thrill from it. Steven couldn't imagine what married life would be like if he were impotent, but he had to congratulate the doctor for finding ways to keep his wife's sexual needs met. Let them watch.
They were both beginning to get really cold, and they decided to climb up to the rock to sun themselves, taking a heavy bedspread with them. It was the perfect afternoon and the perfect setting, and he was with the perfect mate for making love.
Hayley's thoughts turned inward as she climbed the rock with Steven. She had changed. She had experienced.more.sexually than she ever could have dreamed. And with the nightmare over, she was surprised that there was a sadness. Would she ever feel randy again? A spontaneity? She realized that those were the things that Steven had desired from her, and that Dr. Gilliam indirectly fulfilled. Would he still feel that way?
She hoped so. And her problem was the reverse. Her thoughts had been too focused on reliving the night with Henry, the night at the doctor's house, and the elevator scene, of all things. But she saw the danger in fantasizing about that, but at the same time, she desired a middle ground. Would Steven eat his cum from her cunt anymore? Would he today? Would Sandy be shocked if he did, if she were out there? Could she ever feel him thrust into her without thinking about taking a limo ride?
They laid down on the comforter, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun warming her body. She was aware of his kisses on her hand, and then her arm, and then her shoulder. This wasn't so bad. Steven began pushing all the right buttons.kisses on the neck, a breath in the ear, a lick. But it wasn't until he entered her that it all seemed to fit together. Only Steven knew what she liked, and it was only Steven that could look into her eyes as he made love to her and make her heart melt. Steven would always be enough.
They cuddled together, naked in the sun, hands on each other's bodies, heart rates gradually returning to normal. Steven whispered into her ear, "Now that we've made love, I thought you should know."
"What?"
"I brought body paint."
She laughed. Forget the fantasy. Forget the memories. Well, maybe not. But Steven wasn't just enough, he was all she needed.
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She decided that she better go ahead and check out the site to see if there was another message. It didn't take her long to comprehend what had changed on the web page, but it took several minutes before she could digest the pictures and summon the courage to call Steven.
"You're pale."
"Look."
The site headline was: "Hayley Scott, slut neighbor, reveals all!" Jack had split the screen into sections, so that "Hayley fucks her chiropractor" introduced the scenes the doctor had recorded. "Hayley exhibits herself around town" preceded their more recent pictures. "Her husband Steven sucks my cum out of her cunt." More pictures. "I fuck her while my friend watches." And all of them showed their faces, clearly.
And a concluding comment was: "Today, they decided they didn't want to take me up on my next challenge. I'm sorry about that. But maybe they'll respond to your requests directly. Their address and phone number is."
"He did it."
"Why?" Hailey asked.
"I told him we were through."
"What? Why? I mean, I can understand, but, why now?"
"His latest challenge, Hayley. I'm to deliver you to a hotel room and leave you until morning. He didn't say what would happen. He just said that like that strip club in Atlanta that provided sex for atheletes, you were being given to a VIP."
Hayley didn't say anything. Steven still didn't know about the doctor's house, and it wouldn't make him feel any better to find out now. She had faced it once, and she could face it again. She had to find some way of comforting him, but at the same time appear frightful of what could happen. "Steven, I."
He laid on the floor and closed his eyes. He had an erection in his shorts. And as she felt a shiver of pleasure at her remembrance when she first crossed the steps to the doctor's house, she as soon felt the accompanying despair about being trapped.
"Steven, I have to. We can't let this site stay up like this. Somebody could show up at the door. I just hope he hasn't contacted anyone yet. Call him."
Steven remained on the floor, his hands rubbing his temples.
She picked up the portable phone and dialed. "Jack. It's me. I'll do it. Now change the site." She hung up. She didn't want to talk to the creep.
After refreshing her screen about 100 times, the site returned to its former, anonymous display. She scrolled down to the challenge area.
Steven hadn't mentioned that part. She would have to go shopping.
Hayley hated Frederick's of Hollywood. She didn't like their lingerie. It made her feel cheap. She didn't like their sales staff, either. They looked like ex-whores forced to find a job. And she didn't like their customers, who were either teens into things way too early or women in no physical shape to be trying on such slutty outfits. Steven always asked for her to dress up, but.if he couldn't get turned on by seeing her naked, what was the point? Besides, she didn't like the idea of spending money on something she would wear two minutes every six months.
Feeling hostile towards the whole place, and the reason for coming, for that matter, she more or less took the place by storm, asking direct questions about where, picking a g-string that was her size, paying, and exiting without any unnecessary conversation. It was strange that she would feel so grimy going to a store in the mall. But she didn't want to go to Victoria's Secret. They might not have g-strings. Plus, she might actually bump into someone she knew. Not a chance of that at Frederick's. At least she wouldn't have to wear the thing after tonight. Whoever it was, she'd give him, or them, a souvenir.
It was on the way home that her back started aching. It had been building ever since spending that day in the bed with Jack. She passed Dr. Gilliam's old office, and saw that it was now occupied by another doctor. There were only three cars in the parking lot, so they weren't busy. She turned the car around and went back. Maybe the new doctor kept all the old information, which would save a bundle for x-rays.
Dr. Mareshi? She would have preferred an American doctor, but then she couldn't justify to herself why. And this would save money if they had the old records. The secretary was the same one as before. Good. "Hi. I'm Hayley. I used to see Dr. Gilliam."
"Oh, yes. Sure, how are you?"
"Well, I haven't had my back adjusted since before he went."
"That was such a surprise. I never saw it coming. But fortunately for me, Dr. Mareshi came around while we were still sorting out the billings, and he decided to purchase the practice."
"How long has he been a chiropractor?"
"About 10 years, now. His father used to own the practice before Dr. Gilliam."
Hayley's attention was riveted. "Is that so? Is there any chance he could see me today?"
After waiting the obligatory 20 minutes in the waiting room, Dr. Mareshi entered. She had expected a short, Indian looking gentlemen, but the man who entered looked european, was probably 6'2", looked to be in his 30's, and spoke with an americanized British accent. Hayley didn't think that her expectation would be improper to share, so she told him.
"Oh, yes. Well, that's funny, isn't it? Go ahead and get on the table. My grandfather was a British diplomat in India, and he married one of the "natives," he actually called them. His daughter, my mom, also married a "native," and I carry his name. When my mother died, my father decided he wanted to move to America, so I've been here since my teens. Enough about me. Now, tell me. What is the problem?"
"It's my back. I used to see Dr. Gilliam every month or so, and he would twist my neck a certain way and give my cervical area a pop with the vibrating.gizmo." Hayley had no idea what it was called, but Dr. Mareshi seemed to understand.
"Oh, yes. I have your chart, but I hadn't looked at it. Tell me, have you ever been to.Madras?"
Hayley couldn't answer, but shook her head "no."
"I see that Dr. Gilliam played this tape for you." Hayley was incredulous. She understood everything he said and could contemplate those things, but she couldn't speak. It was quite different from the tape. She lost all awareness during that.she thought. "Now tell me, Hayley, what did Dr. Gilliam do?"
She found herself telling him everything. His questions were gentle, but probing. Just as it occurred to her that she shouldn't tell him about.that, then she did. And not only about it, but all about it. It was perplexing. She told him the whole sordid story.the pictures.the blackmail.the sex.even her feelings about being used, her fantasy, her sexual resolve on Dr. Gilliam's porch, and her triumph over him.
And after she had said it all, she became fearful that he would use her, too. Would she ever be free of this mess?
"Hayley, you've told me your fantasy, about being a captive. Now I have a question for you. Do you really want me to tell you to remove your shirt?"
"Yes." It surprised her, but even as she heard her own voice, she recognized it was true. She felt ashamed of herself.
"You've been truthful. And now I'm going to be truthful. I'm not going to do that. In fact, I want you to say `Madras, Delhi." She repeated the names of the cities. And suddenly the spell was gone.
"What? How?"
It is a subliminal remnant of the tape that makes you susceptible to hypnotism. My father new about it. Gilliam didn't. It was a short-
cut so that he wouldn't have to replay the tape each time a patient came in. It cut into his appointment times, you see. You're the fifth female client I've had that used to see Gilliam. They were photographed, but I left them without a memory of it since it would do them no good. But I've known that someone got to Gilliam. There was no other way to explain his current behavior. I had thoughts of helping him, but.I see that he deserved it. I'm so sorry for the pain that this has caused you and your husband, despite the pleasures which you obviously remember fondly."
Hayley blushed. It felt good to blush. "So, you don't use the videotape?"
"I wish that I could say no. But I try to use it as ethically as I can. My trade has a habit of trying to hook people into continued services up to months at a time, but for most problems, if they can't be improved within a month, then Chiropractic is not the solution. Yours is slightly different, and not uncommon, that you need adjustments when you feel the need. But there are many who approach our services with more than a healthy skepticism, and in certain cases, I know they will not come back as long as they need to. So, I.suggest.to those clients that they return for a reasonable number of visits, always less than a month, to give them the best opportunity of not needing my services again. It was with this intent that my father started using the tape."
"I need it." And she said it so that he believed her.
"Why?"
Hayley told him about the repercussions of the doctor's actions, skipping the embarassing parts, but getting to the point that the mess she was in was still, ultimately, due to that tape.
"Hayley, I can't give you a copy. You've seen what it can do. You shouldn't think yourself above it just because of your need. In fact, look at Gilliam now. That bordered on the power corrupting you, as well."
"Then, can you help me?"
Hayley drove home with a mission. The mission for that evening couldn't be avoided, but perhaps future ones could. When she pulled into her driveway, she was happy to see that Jack's car was in his driveway. He was fortunate to have a job where he could work from his house much of the time. She wished Steven could do the same.
She didn't know if Jack was going to help himself to her again. But she needed him to. She couldn't just call him and set him up. It wouldn't be obvious, but it would be suspicious given their current "relationship."
She went upstairs and undressed. If she managed to get this done now, she could still bathe and nap before Steven returned home. She found a bottle of tanning oil. It was old, but it should work. She prefered high protection factors in sunscreen to the baking lotion she had used in college. Was this that old?
She grabbed a towel and went downstairs. She turned the music on to a radio station so that it would play through the outdoor speakers on the deck. She unlocked the front door, then she walked onto the back deck, laid her towel down in a lounge chair, adjusting it so that it faced Jack's house, and reclined.
She poured some of the oil onto her leg, and she began smoothing it over her skin. Her skin began to shimmer from the oil. She did this slowly, almost erotically, imagining that she was with a lover who wanted to take his time feeling every inch of her. She wasn't turned on in the least, but she hoped that Jack would catch the sound of the music and give a look her way. The rest she could leave to his baser instincts.
It was about four minutes later that she had worked her way up to her breasts, pouring oil on her left one, when Jack came through the door onto the deck.
"Hayley, I must say, you surprise me. Here I am thinking that my wife is coming home in a couple of days and generally feeling sorry for myself that I have to go back to ground beef after dining on a filet. I hadn't planned on fucking you today, but I started thinking of that tight bald pussy and your lucious tits, just waiting for me over here. And all I have to do is go over. And no sooner do I think this than I see that you're home. And not just that, but you're giving me a show. So, I'm over my shock. Now, let me help you with that oil." He began massaging the oil into her breasts, somewhat roughly. He wasn't the lover that she had been imagining. He interrupted her thoughts. "So, I'm curious, why did you want me? I was clearly invited. You like my cock? Or did you want some more of my jism for that cum licking husband of yours?"
Hayley hadn't considered that particular kink, but decided that it was a good basis for getting this over with, and perhaps enjoying it, just a little, she told herself, too.
"Yeah, Jack, that's a lot of it. I've been thinking all morning about whatever you have in store for me tonight at the hotel. And it turned me on. You see how wet I am."
Jack looked down at the bare skin where her legs met and placed a finger against her slit. Slopping wet. "Damn."
"So, when I get turned on, there's certain fantasies that I like. So, I decided, yes, I wanted your cum. I want my husband to have a little fun before I go away tonight. It didn't seem right that I should just ask you, given that you're the prick that you are. But I didn't want to miss out, either."
Jack stood. "Well, you're not going to miss out on a thing, you little slut." He pulled his knit shirt over his head. "Why don't you do the rest?"
Hayley leaned up and sat at the end of the lounger. She could play the slut. She ran her fingers across his cock, feeling it tremble slightly under his shorts. She looked up into his eyes, giving him the fantasy of whatever he wanted her to be, as she undid his shorts and pulled them to the ground with his underwear.
"Suck me. You haven't done that before."
She just grinned at him, and began licking his cock. He was clean, at least, but she was annoyed by the hairs that caught in her mouth. She concentrated on the head of his cock, licking it and slurping at it, noisily. Then she grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, causing the head of his cock to grow massively. She couldn't help but be impressed and gave him a couple more licks. With her other hand she grabbed his scrotum, just above his balls, squeezing them into their sac. Time for more acting. "Ooooh, Jack. Your balls feel so large and.heavy. I hope you're just full of cum."
Jack started moving his pelvis, causing her hand to stroke his cock. "Now, now, big Jack. I don't want your cum out here. I want you to cum in my pussy. I want to feel this thick shaft inside me. I want you to fuck me," she licked her lips, ".HARD."
She leaned back and spread her legs. She gripped her cunt lips with both hands and spread them so he could see her most private parts. Then she stared at his cock and added in a throaty whisper, "Fuck me. Jack."
Jack went over to the deck chairs and removed two seat cushions. He threw them on the ground next to the lounger and said, "get on your hands and knees, slut."
She did, and looking coyly back over her shoulder, she settled on her elbows and raised her hips, giving him a clear view of her sex. It wasn't a second before she felt him thrust into her.
Her playacting worked extremely well. His cockhead felt huge as he pushed his way in. In fact, his whole cock seemed larger. She didn't have to act now. "Ooooh. That feels so good. So good. You're so big. Oh. Oh. OOOhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me, that's it, fuck me, I want to feel you cum in me, that's it!" Her breath gave out, at least to speak, as she was just keeping up with sucking in air. She could feel his balls slap against her, all the way on her mound, as if they were wrapping around each thrust. She was spread so wide, and he was stretching her, and it felt so.good. Finally, he shot within her, three spurts that she could feel, and then she could only feel his convulsions. "Yes, that's it. Cum in me. I want every little drop."
She rolled over, looking at him. He was holding his back, trying to straighten in a way that didn't hurt. "Come here. I'll suck you. I want you one more time."
"Ahhh. No. I think I'm shot. Besides my back is killing me, and I've got to make a couple of arrangments for tonight."
She didn't know what that would bring, but decided to stay in character. "Well, I'm sure there will be some more cum for my cunt, won't there?"
He shook his head and stood. "Count on it. I need to get going." He began to dress, but still rubbed his back from time to time.
She waited a few moments, lying on the cushions. She kept her legs spread, so he could see his work. This caught his eye. Then she stood up, almost abruptly. "Hang on. I went to the quack doctor today. I'm feeling fine. You ought to give him a call; maybe you could last for two rounds then. I'll get his card."
She went into the kitchen and retrieved it from her purse. She hoped that would do it. Give him a solution to his pain and challenge his masculinity to make him go. If it didn't work today, then it would the next time. It was her only hope.
Jack looked at her crotch. "Look, you and Steven have fun with that. But when you go to the motel tonight, you need to be all cleaned up. VIP, remember?"
"Gotcha. No hints?"
He walked to the front door, turned and smiled. "None."
By the time Steven was home from work, Hayley was cleaned up. Steven would be going through enough that night, she was sure, that she didn't need to possibly make matters worse by having him lick her cunt. Although she had debated it.
They shared a rather quiet meal together. Salad, chicken, broccoli. Some bread. They didn't stock alcohol in the house, or that would have been included on this night.
Had it been raining, her choice of wardrobe would be easier. But it wasn't. So she selected her black dress. It more or less clung to her body. She wore a bra, and overall, it looked good. The absence of a panty-line was obvious, Steven mentioned. But she could tell he liked it.
They parked at the hotel, a few minutes early. "Are you sure you can do this?"
"Yeah. It's just one night. I'll get by."
"Hayley, if somebody should hurt you."
"I know. I'll handle it. It'll be okay, Steven."
There wasn't much to say that hadn't been said.
They left the car in the garage, and walked through the lobby to the registration desk.
"Scott, Steven."
"Ah yes, we have you in room 911."
"That will be fine." And just the way he had requested. If Hayley needed help, it was an easy room number to remember.
They finished sorting the registration details and went to the elevator, where Hayley pushed "9."
"This is sort of different from the last time I rode an elevator in here. How ironic that it would be the same hotel."
The elevator opened, and they found their room and entered. Hayley was happy to know that Steven would be nearby, and that she had a suitcase of clothes waiting. They sat on the bed, holding hands, not talking.
"It's time."
"It's quiet over there," Hayley said, standing. "Help me a bit."
Steven unzipped his wife's dress and unclasped her bra. She removed it, and he zipped her back up. Then she removed a shoe, and he slid a passkey to their room in it, in case she had the need and opportunity to bolt. She put her foot back in. The card was concealed well enough. "And here's the key for that room."
He opened the door for her. The elevators were a short distance to the left of the room, and her appointment was in 913. Steven had hoped that there would be a connecting door between the rooms, so that he could at least listen for signs of trouble, but there wasn't.
He held her hands in his and slowly embraced her, pushing her against the corridor wall, next to the room. They kissed, and he let go. Steven said, "I've got my room key. I'll be through these doors at 9:00, on the dime." Hayley nodded. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she said. Steven rubbed her hips for a few moments, feeling his wife's body, before letting her go.
Hayley nodded, and Steven unzipped the back of her dress. It fell to the ground, and she stepped out of it. He quickly picked it up and hurried the 20' or so to his room door, which was recessed in the hallway. He heard Hayley slip the pass-key into the slot. By the time he looked, he saw just a peek of Hayley, wearing just the black g-
string and high heeled, black spaghetti-strap shoes, entering the room. Steven went in and fell on the bed. Leaving your wife practically naked to enter a hotel room.was not a good thing to do. He just hadn't seen any options.
The first thing Hayley noticed was the cold. The temperature was really low. Her nipples were already hard, but the air made them almost painful, nevermind the goosebumps. She quickly closed the door behind her.
There was no one to be seen or heard. She had expected the opposite. She had expected.some number of people, just waiting to fuck a party slut. Why else would she have to show up without any clothes on? She stepped past the closet and the bathroom, peaking around the corner to where the bed was. Only, it wasn't a bed. It was a living area. She was in a suite. The TV wasn't even on.
She stepped a little further and found a tray of cheese and crackers. Wine. Grapes. Strawberries. She wasn't hungry. She turned a corner to find the bedroom.
A king size bed lay in the middle. It was was fully made, but the sheets were turned down. There were no video cameras that were apparent. The window shades were open, but an inner curtain covered the window. She was relieved, just cold. It wasn't the first impression she had been expecting.
"You look like you need to be warmed." It was a deep voice, a bass. She turned and looked. "My name is Henry." He was leaning against a doorframe to a second bathroom. She couldn't help but look him over from head to toe. He was perhaps 6' 6", huge. He had the build of Dolph Lungren. His face was handsome, almost european looking. His body rippled with muscle, his abdomen pronounced. He was hairless from the shoulders down, and his body glistened. He could be Superman without a uniform. And he was without.
And it was obvious what he wanted with her. Everything about him spoke of strength. Long fingers, big hands. A wide chest tapering to a small waist, set high above long legs. And a cock that that just hung from his crotch. She had never scene anything like it. It wasn't erect, it was just.huge.hanging.and marvelously black. It swung with his steps as he approached her. She tried, but she couldn't look away.
"I saw you with Jack, and I knew you would be a special treat." And with that, he grabbed her long brown hair and pulled her head back, to begin with a kiss. After a few brushes of the lips, she realized that he had a long tongue, too. But she could make do with hers, and she could tell he appreciated her fighting spirit. He broke off their kiss and smiled at her. Just as her romance novel fantasy had come true in a fashion, it appeared her recurring dreams were about to do so. It was as if her body had been waiting for this. This wasn't at all what she had expected. She looked up at him and reached for his cock. Then she had to look down again, to see what she was handling.
He grinned at her. "So, you're warming to your task." He wasn't hard, but he was hardening. Her fist was in the middle of his shaft, and she had room for hands on either side. 10 inches? 11? "It's 11 inches long...in case you were wondering." She just stared at the monster in her hand. She couldn't reach around it with her fingers. "And it's seven inches around at the thickest point. I'll bet that you've never had a black man before, have you?"
Hayley found her voice. "Yes. Once. Not as big." It was all she could say.
"I'm surprised. But that's good. There's something about a white woman that I just love. Your hair, for one. It's nice. I like the way it feels, the way it sifts through my fingers. And I like the way your breasts look. Don't get me wrong. Black women look fine. But I like the pink nipples. It makes white women look more, feminine, and it makes your breasts look like they're asking to be sucked. And I like to see the color of my hand against your skin." He placed his hand on her abdomen. It seemed to cover her entire mid-section. He rubbed his hand around, as if he was feeling a baby inside. "But mostly, I like to." He was interrupted.
"Come on. Show me." Hayley was still looking at his cock as she put her fingers through the side of her thong, sending it quickly to her feet. She removed her feet from her shoes a little more carefully, not wanting the passkey to be obvious. She leaned back on the bed, her knees at its edge. She reached for his cock again, and began stroking it. The monster seemed to leap to life. As his cock began to rise, the view opened to his massive ball sac. It had to hang over six inches, longer than Steven's cock. And the size of his balls were.huge. She gave a silent laugh remembering the lies she had complimented Jack with. But this.
The head of his cock frightened her. As he neared her cunt, it seemed to grow. There was no way it was going to fit. He dipped just the tip into her slit, and the sensation of heat was overpowering. He backed away slightly. The tip of his cock was wet with her juices. He reached his long black fingers towards her sex and parted her cunt, holding her open as he reinserted his cock. It was hard and straight. He didn't even have to use his hands for something so.massive. The feeling was.exquisite. The head of his cock just seemed to keep opening and opening her tight passage. Just when she felt like she couldn't take any more, her muscles collapsed around the thickness of his shaft. He was in, and she felt full already. But he wasn't moving, so there was little satisfaction in it. But she just felt.full. She couldn't imagine how this was going to work.
A "No!" came from somewhere inside her as he slowly retracted the head of his cock, completely exiting her, the sensation feeling like he was almost tearing her, yet it was still pleasure that washed through her. Even the slit on his cock was huge. He pressed inward again. It was.intense. It would never bring her to orgasm, it just..tightened every muscle in her body. She felt the head pass her inner muscles again before they constricted around his shaft once more, and she still felt stretched. He pushed probably an inch, and her body began to shake. It was hard to breathe. He removed himself slowly, once more. Even after withdrawing, her body continued to shake. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
She shook her head, but she couldn't seem to stop the shaking. He gave a light laugh, and began again. "It's always like this. It's why I need all night, sort of. It takes a while just to get you ready." He went deeper this time. She was still shaking, and he kept pushing until she gave a slight wince, then withdrew, but not all the way out this time. He pushed again and.seemed to.find a different path. Maybe her organs moved. It felt better, and it felt new. She had never been touched there. He began to withdraw. She decided to distract herself from the shaking by doing some quick math. Let's see, about 2" for just the head, and maybe 5" farther. Four to go. There was no way.
She felt him push again, gently yet firmly, well past the point where Steven usually "hit." He had always seemed like a perfect fit, and now. She could feel the mass within her pull back again, then forward. She was breathing heavily now, searching for oxygen, her muscles throughout her body screaming due to the tension. He was pushing again, and.she saw stars. He had found a place, somewhere, where he just.fit. She looked up to see him smile.
"There's always a way. Patience." He withdrew again, then pushed back into her, finding the same place twice. And.again. Then faster. It felt like he was in her abdomen. He was, she realized. His cock was where his hand was earlier. It was as he picked up speed and force that she began to feel his balls. She loved the feel of a man's balls slapping against her sensitive areas. With his cock so deep in her, it was like two time zones of sensation.
He held her tightly, and somehow, managed to turn her over, moving her leg across while still keeping part of his cock inside her. Incredible. She was on her hands and knees when he gave his next thrust. The sensation caused her arms to collapse. His giant hands remained on her hips, keeping her cunt in position for his next thrust. And he had control. Her head was spinning. If she had decided to count his strokes, it would have been impossible. Maybe she couldn't count that high, and she couldn't keep a thought in her head anyway. He thrust into her again, the length of his tool giving so much continuous sensations. She started seeing colors through her eyelids.dancing.swirling.sparking. Then she started feeling warm inside. It took her a few moments to realize he was cumming. It was so different. She felt the twitching within her, but there weren't streams of jism. There just wasn't enough room. It was more of a flood, a hot one. He was just filling her up.
Finally, he withdrew. She rolled over to see his cock, still massive, still stiff, coated with shiny fluids. His balls still hung loosely. He had much more cum to give her.
"Watch," he said. He inserted a finger into her cunt. She didn't even feel him. "You're not watching."
She looked at his hand, and he reentered his finger. A wave of cum oozed from her opening. It made her dizzy thinking about it. He withdrew his finger so that only his fingertip was in her. And just like that, he found her sensitive spot, a slight ridge in her opening wall, well before her g-spot. He rubbed at it, pressing against the ridge along it's length. She came hard. And noisily.
While she was recovering her breath, he moved up her body, squatting at the side of her head. He placed his warm cock across her lips. She normally didn't like sucking Steven's cock, at least beyond some playful licks, but this.this was deserving. She slid her mouth along its length, slowly, but still.it took so long to reach the base. She was amazed at the texture of his shaft, the different sizes of veins, some of which were just huge. Then she worked her way back up. She didn't know how he managed to keep it so smooth, but it was like a treat. She tried scraping his cock with her teeth. She couldn't even fit the girth of his shaft between her lips. And she tasted their juices that she picked up along the way, but she didn't care. Maybe this was how Steven. The shock of the thought stunned her, that it could possibly turn him on. Steven.She had forgotten that he was just a room away from.this.
His balls. They were huge, and like the rest of him, hairless. They were so low in his sac, she could grip her full hand around it, making his balls swell as they emerged at the bottom of her hand. She licked at them, and began sucking on them, amazed at how smooth the skin became around them. Henry shifted so that the tip of his cock was at her mouth. "I can't," she said. There was no way. She couldn't decently suck her husband's cock without an unpleasant urge. Henry nodded, and said, "Do what you can." So, she continued to lick the head, finding it hard to believe it took so long just to circle the head with her tongue, and enjoying the velvety smoothness of it.
She stopped suddenly. "I want to sit on it."
Henry laughed. "Alright woman, but I haven't recovered yet. It could be a long ride."
"Promise?" And she meant it.
He laid out on the bed and rolled onto his back. He held his cock in position, a black tower. She thought she had a vibrator by that name, and here was the real thing. She had to squat from her feet. She couldn't just sit on her knees and get him to fit. It blew her mind. She lowered herself onto it, her hands on Henry's chest for balance. She watched his cock as she lowered herself, and she was amazed to see the cum pour from her cunt as he displaced it. She finally worked her way to the bottom, where she sat in a wet pool of his cum. She shifted to her knees, knowing that she would need his help to get off later. Unreal. It made her feel very earthy, very sexy, very.alive.
She decided to take a stroke, and raised up about six inches before coming down hard. The feelings within her were too powerful. She tried again. And lost her breath. Again. She stopped herself. She might pass out. So she grounded herself again and decided to grind on top of him. That felt fine.
She felt his hands on her breasts, so she watched. He stretched her areole with two fingers, pulling the skin tight across her nipple. Then he leaned up and gave it a flick with his tongue. It felt good. Ohhh. Did it feel good. He felt the rhythm that she had with her cunt, and he was sending jolts at just the right time.
She closed her eyes. There was no dream to see anymore. The dream was nothing to compare with the feeling that she had within her. She opened her eyes, and saw his black torso lying underneath her pale pubic area. It was beautiful. And she could feel the hot stiffness of his cock.all through her, so deep within her. And it made her cum.
As she recovered, she saw him reach over to the phone and dial. "Yeah. Hey, it ain't gonna work out. You go on. Yeah, I know. I'll see you then."
Hayley was still convulsing slightly, but trying to settle down and understand what he had been talking about.
The concern on her face prompted an answer. "That was Jack. He had rounded up some guys and wanted to set up a gang bang." Hayley shivered involuntarily. She didn't want anything to do with Jack, but she had sort of expected a crowd, and.she was only momentarily disappointed until the feeling of Henry within her reminded her that she was fully satisfied. "I think he wanted to be a roving cameraman. But I decided that I want you just to myself."
Hayley grinned, and said, "Thank you. I want you, too, Henry. I've never." She couldn't express herself.
"Few women have, .?"
This time she understood the look on his face, surprised he didn't know. She answered, "Hayley." She could tell that he didn't trust that it was her real name, but it didn't really matter.
She leaned over as best she could with his stiff cock inside her. Her breasts were met by his gigantic hands as she placed a kiss on his lips.
"Hey, I promised you a long ride." With that he wrapped an arm around her and stood, easily lifting her with him, still impaled on his shaft. She wrapped her arms around his neck, catching site of her white body against his chocolate chest in the mirror. He carried her to the window, where he parted the curtains. He leaned her against the glass, which was cool to her back. She hoped the window was secure.it was a long way down. She held on tightly to his neck and shoulders. He held her under her thighs, lifting her slightly, spreading her, holding her in place. Then he started fucking her. Being held off the floor so easily, the sounds of the city behind her, the possibility that someone could see her. She came many times in her long ride. He came once, much later. Then the next ride began.
Steven was frustrated. He couldn't sleep. It had been over three hours. He had put a glass against the wall and couldn't hear any sounds from the next room. He stayed by the door for the longest time, to see if anyone came or left. Nothing. Just quiet. He thought he could handle it better if just knew what they were doing. His imagination was making it all the worse. He knew his wife was getting fucked. He just had a great need to know who. How many? Were they being kind? Were they being rough? He couldn't wait any longer.
He closed his room door quietly, then inserted his key and reopened it. Good. There was hardly a noise. He went to 913 and inserted the key for their room. He turned the handle, peered inside, saw no one, and entered. He carefully shut the door behind him. He didn't see anyone. He moved forward, and very carefully peeked around the corner. No one. It was den furniture. A suite. He saw the connecting door ahead, which was shut. He moved closer, and listened through the door.
He heard Hayley giggle, then a deep voice. They were talking, or playing, or.he didn't know what. And he couldn't possibly open the door without being noticed. He heard her squeal. Were they tickling? He heard what he thought was a "I'll shut you up," followed by what he knew to be one of Hayley's grunts. The kind she made when a cock entered her. This wasn't helping. He didn't particularly like that she was having a good time; he had expected that he would somehow save her from a terrible situation. He listened longer, just to make sure. Yes, she was getting fucked. And it went on. And on. It sounded like she had orgasmed at least three times, minutes apart each. He couldn't take it anymore.
Back in his room, Steven laid on the bed, looking out at the night sky which shone through the window. He played with himself casually. He wanted to cum, but he just felt guilty.dirty.
It was a night to remember. They slept a few hours, then the light entering the room woke Henry. And then he woke her as he ever so gently tried to probe her cunt with his cock. Hayley was exhausted, but she was ready for one more ride. But she made him wait. Her bladder was full. And her cunt, too, as it would turn out. Some of Henry's cum leaked, but she decided not to clean herself up since he was about to fuck her again. Or was it that she was going to fuck him again? It had been a night of surprises. She hurried back.
When she returned, she found Henry stroking his cock. It was another memory to keep. His cock reached about four inches above his belly button. She would have to see Steven do that and compare, not that she would tell him.
She found that their last go didn't start as a comfortable ride. She was very sore, but as he picked up the pace, her passion overruled the discomfort. Surprisingly, Henry came rather quickly, but she was amazed to feel yet more cum fill within her. Steven would have been empty long ago.
He withdrew and petted her nicely as she regained her composure. She asked him to sit up in the bed, then she rolled over onto her stomach and placed both hands at her clit. She stared at the black tower, still erect at his crotch, remembering the feel of it, and she quickly brought herself to orgasm.
Henry stood and went into the closet, returning dressed in a suit and holding a small bag. "Just so you know, I'm going to buy Jack's company. You've been a great pleasure, but I'm actually sorry to say that you were part of the deal. He had a few conditions attached. One of them was these two video cameras. I'm keeping one, he's taking the other. But you'll know where I'll be. If you ever want a copy, just let me know."
"He'll blackmail you, like he's been blackmailing me."
"Nah. I'm not married, and I'm new to the area. I'll handle it if he does. But listen, I've always had a fantasy of riding in a limousine around town, a naked white chick in the backseat and more than a little sex. If you ever want to make it happen, look me up. Your husband can come along, too. To watch, that is. Tell you what, you do the limo ride, I'll give you the video. I won't make any copies." It was a tempting proposition.
He opened the bag, spilling the contents on the bed. Hayley felt a wave of anxiety replace what had been a wonderful afterglow. He pulled the bedcovers off the bed, which were already hanging on the sides. "This is one of those terms." Hayley tried to relax as he restrained her arms and legs. "I think this was so you don't beat him up when he gets here."
"Jack's coming?"
"Yes, in about 5 minutes. Say, can I keep this?"
He was holding the g-string. "Sure, hang it in your office so I can see it when I stop by." She gave him a wink. "And Henry?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for last night. I was really scared about what could have happened."
"Ah. Thank you, Hayley. Thank you." And he left.
Like clockwork, Jack entered minutes later. "Well, look at you."
Hayley hadn't really had the chance. There was dried cum on her breasts and stomach. She could feel something dried and crinkly on her neck and between her legs, plus the full feeling she had of the warm cum inside her.
"Well, it was one guy, but it looks like you fucked an army!" She didn't rise to his bait. He tested the knots that Henry had tied, then reached in his pockets and pulled out a small metal key. "Steven is going to need this." He looked at her cunt. "Well, it's a good thing I came prepared." He pulled out a toothbrush and placed the keyring in the bristles. Then he approached her cunt.
"What are you doing?"
"Like I said, Steven will need the key, so I'm putting it where he can find it."
Hayley's head sunk back into the pillow, and she let out a large breath. Poor Steven.
He inserted the toothbrush into her cunt. She assumed that she must be stretched still because she hardly felt it. She saw him turn the toothbrush and give it a shake, and she felt the key settle inside her.
He pulled the toothbrush out and made an unpleasant face. "Damn! I've never seen so much cum." She saw some ooze from the toothbrush, and could feel some dripping from her cunt. "I hate to waste so much, though." He flung the toothbrush at her cunt, so the cum hanging from it struck the inside of her thigh.
He then took off his pants and underwear, sporting what was, for him, a large erection. Her scales had changed, she realized. "Surely you're not going to fuck me?" she asked.
"I wouldn't think of it." He began stroking himself, and grinning as he did so."A little more for that honeypot of yours, you know. Now he can eat cum from two people at the same time. If Henry hadn't changed the plan, it would have been from five guys. But this will do." He stroked himself very fast, and pointed his cock at her pussy just as he ejaculated. A few spurts of cum, then some drops. "There, that looks better. I can hardly see your pussy through all that. Hey, and Steven should be here any minute."
He bent over to pick up his clothes, a short grimace of pain as he straightened. Please.thought Hayley.
Jack left the bedroom and went to the other side, apparently waiting by the door for Steven. She heard him enter, and looked at the clock. 8:55. She was glad he didn't wait. She was ready to be done with this.
It took a a few moments before Steven appeared in the door. Jack had apprarently made him strip first. "Are you okay?" She could see that he hadn't slept much, but then, neither had she.
"Yeah, honey. I'm fine. I'll tell you later, but I'm fine." Jack followed him in.
"Good, alright, we're reacquainted. Steven, I want you to get between her legs and cum on her cunt." Jack got his camera, ready to take pictures.
Hayley watched as Steven started stroking himself, but he looked too tense to do what he had to do. "I'm okay, really. Go ahead, I want to see you finish." It was her pet word she used with him.
It took him a few uncomfortable minutes, obviously affected by Jack watching, before he came. Hayley was pleased to see that he shot more than Jack, but she was surprised he didn't empty himself during the night.
"Good. Good. All right, Steven, put your hands behind your back." Steven looked worried, but Hayley knew what Jack was going to do. She couldn't see it, but she heard the handcuffs click into place.
"All right, let's see." He pushed Steven forward, so that his face landed between Hayley's thighs. "I want one more picture, then I'm gone. Steven, take one good lick at that slut's pussy, and I want you to hold your tongue out so I can see all the cum you lick up."
Hayley heard Steven sigh, then he moved enough so that he could do what Jack wanted. He looked her in the eyes, and she shrugged her shoulders and gave him a wink. Then he lowered his face to her slit. She couldn't see how much cum was on his tongue when Jack took the picture. Then Jack said, in an unbelieving tone, "swallow it."
Steven lifted slightly, so she could see.lots.and he did.
Jack just shook his head. "Alright. Steven, I'll leave your clothes on the front porch. Hayley, you tell him about the next step. I'll put the `do not disturb' sign on the door." Then he left.
She hoped he put the right sign out, not the "send in the maid" sign. It would take over an hour before Steven found the key, and another 20 minutes before he could maneuver it out of her cunt. While he worked at it, she told him about the night, and by the time he had retrieved the key, they were laughing, of all things, somehow.
Hayley found her passkey, went to the next room, and changed. She drove home, got a change of clothes for Steven, and returned to the hotel. On the way home, she went to a drive thru for a burger. Steven wasn't hungry.
She and Steven checked the website regularly, and Jack was quick about updating the site. The video was converted to still shots, showing Henry's gigantic cock making its way into her.
Steven's head dropped. "You?.that?"
"Yeah, I told you he was big."
"It fit?"
Hayley grinned. And pointed to the picture of her sitting on top of Henry, nestled on the base of his cock.
Steven threw up his hand in exasperation. "I can't compete with that!"
Hayley saw that he need a little reassurance, and rubbed his crotch. "Honey, you don't have to."
It was three days later when the phone rang. "Hi, I was checking my appointments today, and I thought you should know I'm receiving a new patient."
The voice, and its purpose, were unmistakable. "Thanks, doc."
"Ah, if things work out, I hope you'll return the favor, as we discussed."
Hayley assured him that she would. Then she called Steven to tell him the good news, and the bargain that had accompanied it.
It was late that night when Jack knocked on the door. "Hi, sorry to bother you. I wanted to give you this. I don't remember what all is in here, but I know it's yours. I think you left it at our house."
"Thanks, Jack," said Steven. "We appreciate it. Good night, now."
Jack left, and Steven opened the box. They were amazed at the number of diskettes, CD's and videotapes that Jack had collected. If the doctor was right, then this was everything. They had to trust that the computer was wiped clean. They had checked the website earlier. It was blank.
The doctor had suggested Jack's punishment. For the next six months, Jack would have a little problem whenever he saw an attractive female. He would pee in his pants. But Jack would believe that chiropractic would help solve the problem. It wouldn't, but the chiropractor would cure him at a later time, when they were sure that everything that could be used to blackmail was either recovered or destroyed. Unless the doctor had his own designs, then it appeared likely that it was over. And they were about certain that the doctor was trustworthy.
It was worth a celebration. They went out to dinner that night. Evening dress. Suit and tie. And underwear. The evening ended with a long snuggle on the couch, with candles and light jazz.
Sandy asked, "How did you know about this trail?" It wasn't much of a trail, probably made from animals going to the water, but it was marked with red pieces of tape every 100 yards or so.
"Well, the property belongs to my chiropractor. He asked about my exercising, which helps my back, and he suggested I hike out here, if I was interested. He and his wife hope to build on the property someday, although the commute would be difficult." It was full of half-truths, but it would do.
"Well, it's beautiful here. How many acres?"
"I don't know. I think a couple of hundred, but it seems like more than that since it borders the National Forest. He said there's a small waterfall, too." Sandy didn't know it, but that was the reason she was here. She wanted to make sure she could find the waterfall later with Steven.
At last they came to it. The waterfall was narrow, with a drop of about 15', but it landed in a large pool, perfect for swimming.
It was Sandy's thought, too. "Oooh. If I were here with my husband, we might go for a skinny dip. Look, there's no trash around. That means that this is relatively undiscovered."
It was no surprise to Hayley that Sandy's thoughts were somewhat randy. They had talked about "the box" on the trip, and Sandy wanted a reciprocal favor. Hayley had remembered what had traspired, and she couldn't help but fire back, "Sure, but do I get to watch too?" Sandy's face turned red. Hayley didn't really mind, though. All things considered, lately, Sandy's voyeurism didn't even register as an issue.
They slipped off their shoes and socks, and waded in. In felt good after the hike, despite the cold temperature typical of mountain water. The hike had been about three miles, starting in the Park, but the doctor had given good directions on how to navigate to his property. It certainly wouldn't occur to anyone on the public trail.
The stones in the pool were smooth, but there were enough of them packed in that they weren't slippery. Aside from a few jutting pieces of larger rocks, it was almost like it was planned. Hayley looked at the rocks overhead. It would be over to the right from here, he had said. There. A large piece of rock with a flat surface, sloped gently towards the pool.
Sandy followed her eyes, and said, "And that looks like the perfect place to dry off!" There was a break in the trees that let the sun shine on a good portion of it, for several hours each day, Hayley guessed. To one side the hill rose with a high cover, but little underbrush. To the other, where they had hiked, there were lots of smaller trees and bushes. It was pretty dense. She knew that the doctor had invested some time and energy here, clearing out his view on the one side.
Sandy went ahead of her, climbing to the rock. "This is awesome! Look there." She pointed. It was the initials of two people scratched into the rock, with male and female symbols beside each. "I can guess what they did." Hayley could, too. Sandy paused. "Do you think it would be okay if I came back later?"
Hayley knew what she meant, but she couldn't really say. It wasn't her property, and the doctor's house was on the other side of the hill. But Sandy didn't know that. "Sure. I don't think he would have a problem with it. As a matter of fact, I think I'll come back with Steven, maybe tomorrow. So maybe you should wait until the next day, at least."
"Okay, but you know me, I might come and watch.Just kidding!"
They both laughed. Hayley said, under her breath, "I don't care."
There was a pause. "Really?" What? She didn't realize she had spoken out loud. Did it matter? No, not really. They had known each other long enough. She could trust her, although trust was becoming harder to place these days. But, no, it was just the creeps who had abused her.
"What, you want to?" Sandy didn't answer, but just looked at her, hopeful. "If you really want to, sure. But, no cameras."
"Awwww."
"Hey, if you want a camera, I'll bring one and take pictures of you!" Hayley meant it as a joke, but Sandy looked like she was considering the idea.
By the time they had reached home, Sandy had pried from Hayley that she and Steven would leave around 11:00 in the morning.
It was about 1:30 when Steven and Hayley reached the little pool. Hayley didn't waste any time, stripping her clothes and entering the pool. Steven followed and met her for a shivering embrace. Although they had been through some of the wildest experiences, they had never had an opportunity for this simple one. A skinny dip. So they splashed, and played, grabbing at each other. Steven knew that the doctor and his wife were watching, from somewhere on the hill, and that he and Hayley were apparently one of a small number of couples that had been invited here.
And for the kindness that the doctor had shown them, he didn't worry about being watched. And neither did Hayley. It was great fun, and he hoped the doctor's wife got a thrill from it. Steven couldn't imagine what married life would be like if he were impotent, but he had to congratulate the doctor for finding ways to keep his wife's sexual needs met. Let them watch.
They were both beginning to get really cold, and they decided to climb up to the rock to sun themselves, taking a heavy bedspread with them. It was the perfect afternoon and the perfect setting, and he was with the perfect mate for making love.
Hayley's thoughts turned inward as she climbed the rock with Steven. She had changed. She had experienced.more.sexually than she ever could have dreamed. And with the nightmare over, she was surprised that there was a sadness. Would she ever feel randy again? A spontaneity? She realized that those were the things that Steven had desired from her, and that Dr. Gilliam indirectly fulfilled. Would he still feel that way?
She hoped so. And her problem was the reverse. Her thoughts had been too focused on reliving the night with Henry, the night at the doctor's house, and the elevator scene, of all things. But she saw the danger in fantasizing about that, but at the same time, she desired a middle ground. Would Steven eat his cum from her cunt anymore? Would he today? Would Sandy be shocked if he did, if she were out there? Could she ever feel him thrust into her without thinking about taking a limo ride?
They laid down on the comforter, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun warming her body. She was aware of his kisses on her hand, and then her arm, and then her shoulder. This wasn't so bad. Steven began pushing all the right buttons.kisses on the neck, a breath in the ear, a lick. But it wasn't until he entered her that it all seemed to fit together. Only Steven knew what she liked, and it was only Steven that could look into her eyes as he made love to her and make her heart melt. Steven would always be enough.
They cuddled together, naked in the sun, hands on each other's bodies, heart rates gradually returning to normal. Steven whispered into her ear, "Now that we've made love, I thought you should know."
"What?"
"I brought body paint."
She laughed. Forget the fantasy. Forget the memories. Well, maybe not. But Steven wasn't just enough, he was all she needed.
Part 1, and my other stories, are posted at www.asstr.org/~IdleHand (case sensitive)
E-mail to: OneIdleHand@hotmail.com
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