Warning: 
 
This story contains explicit sexual content and subject material that
some readers may find offensive. If you are not of the age to be 
reading such material in your area, proceed no further. 
 
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 Hi everybody the autumn/fall is now upon us here in NZ, summer seemed 
 to come and go so quick, now colder 
 mornings but days still in twenties. I guess I should have added TBC at 
 the end of Jason Brewer; I've had 
 dozens of letters saying it sounded incomplete, which of course it is. 
There will be more. 
 
I will be publishing "Cuckoo in the Nest" on asstr in the next few
weeks, as it deals with rape it cannot be published on ES 
 
Regards Lisa 
 
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I'd called into my husbands law office with a contract...well I should say ex-husband 
Like many couples we got on real well apart, we just could not live together, 
so we'd decided it was best to split up and had remained the best of friends ever since...surprise,
  surprise, you might say...but it was a fact. There were only two guys in my life. 
 My ex husband Geoff, a lawyer, and Greg my current boy friend, who was a cop. 
 Oh and not forgetting Simon our dog, Simon was a bitza, but he had 
a heart of gold, useless as a guard dog, wags his tail at everyone who 
comes a calling and tends to want to lick them to death rather than 
attack them. Geoff and I got to share him, whilst Simon had a liking 
for both of us; it was Geoff he responded to most...I guess it's a male 
bonding thing, a man and his dog. 
 
The reason for my call was two fold, one to present a contract to him, I
was a Realtor and had just signed up a pretty big deal for a property 
in the Sandringham area. The other was to see if he could take Simon 
for the week-end as Greg and I were going away for a dirty week-end, 
lots of sailing, fishing and most important lots of fucking, with 
greater emphasis on the fucking. It wasn't often we both managed time 
off together, Greg always seemed to have a case or crime that needed 
solving and I had a client needing my attention, but with great effort 
we'd managed to work around our schedules and come up with this 
week-end. 
 
"Sure I'll take the mutt...it's about time you and Greg got some time
together" Geoff always referred to the dog as mutt...but it was a term 
of endearment rather than derogatory...he loved the mutt. 
 
"How is Greg...haven't seen him in ages.... you and he should come round
one night...have a few beers and a BBQ with Sandra and me" Sandra being 
Geoff's latest girl friend. 
 
"Yeah you're right we really must" I replied. 
 
I said goodbye to Geoff, waved to Angela the receptionist and stepped
into the elevator. My phone rang. 
 
**** **** ***** 
 
I had my legs wide apart and my knees drawn up, I grimaced, but not with
pain.... but with pleasure. My partner's mouth gently kissed my thighs, 
moving from right thigh to left thigh. Kiss...kiss...kiss, occasionally 
his tongue would flick out and lick my warm soft skin. I hear him 
murmur with satisfaction and the slurping sound my wet pussy was making 
as his finger worked inside me, playing my clit. The anticipation as to 
what was to follow was almost unbearable...I wanted it and I wanted it 
now. 
 
"Oh my god!" I moaned, arching back into the pillow my hips rising
upward to accommodate the warm moist mouth that was now sucking and 
eating my ever so ever-wet cunt, his tongue first making long licking 
motions over the surface, then delving inside to join his finger, my 
heart and pulse raced and pumped...this was good...oh so good. My 
fingers dug and clawed at the bed sheets with each delicate and sensual 
 
motion of his mouth and tongue. My voice echoed through the room as I 
released a scream "Oh—my—god" the reaction to the orgasm that had just 
rushed through my body, further releasing my own body juices for my 
partner to taste and enjoy. 
 
There seemed no end to my enjoyment, head thrashing from side to side on
the pillow as his mouth and tongue continued kiss and lick at my wet 
pussy. The word euphoria just didn't seem adequate enough to describe 
my feelings. My hands and fingers dug into his head as I pulled him, 
never wanting him to stop...now a change. Three more long licks of my 
pussy, then he straddled my body, moving upward, then placing his hard 
cock between my now firm breasts, squeezed them together enfolding his 
erection between them, a gentle rocking of his hips working his cock. 
 
"Mmmm that feels good, so good" he murmured, eyes closed head back 
 
I watched as the hard head burst from the cover of my breasts and came
toward me, only to pull back, before repeating over and over to the 
swaying of his hips. With his hand holding my head, he pulled it toward 
his hard erection; his intention obvious, I parted my lips opened my 
mouth and felt the hardness and warmth of hard flesh being thrust down 
my throat. He'd hardly missed a beat. Hips continuing to sway, he 
hissed and moaned as I sucked and fed upon it. 
 
"Mmmm...lick...lick...suck...suck" my head bobbing back and forth, in
unison with his swaying hips, my fingers gently fondling his balls at 
the same. 
 
My mouth was not the place he wished to deposit his semen, some quick
movement and he was kneeling between my legs, his hot sweaty hands 
holding them apart. I was as eager to have it, as he was to fuck me. I 
took hold of the beautifully shaped hard shaft and fed it inside me, 
accompanied by a long low moan as I watched it slowly and smoothly 
slide inside and completely vanish. 
 
There was urgency in his thrusts, deep and hard, a grunt or groan with
each penetration. "Uh...uh...uh" I watched its progress, spellbound as 
it vanished deep inside my vagina...again and again and 
again...fuck...fuck.... fuck. I closed my eyes and wallowed in the 
euphoria...letting the wonderful feeling take me to a high I loved and 
longed to be. 
 
His breath was hot, his lips moist as he kissed my neck, his body now
fully on top of mine, his ass rising and falling in a steady rhythm. 
The end was drawing near, his ass working faster, penetration harder 
and deeper...faster.... faster.... faster...then... 
 
"Ohhhhmmmmmmerrrrrrg" he pushed hard and deep. I held his firm round
butt in my hands, pulling as hard as I could, I didn't want him to 
escape or pull out, not yet...I felt the throbbing of his cock and the 
flow of his cum, I wanted every last drop of it. What happened next is 
hard to describe. Like a flash of lightning, the shattering of a 
mirror, or changing channels on the TV, one second you're watching a 
program then the next instant some other program. I awoke, well not 
even woke, I'm sure the dream seemed real...just my environment was 
completely different. 
 
I heard water running...a shower, someone was taking a shower, this room
I was in, what, where and who's room was it. My mind was at a loss. I 
was confused, how had I got here, who was the guy that was making 
delicious love to me.... who was he? What was his name, think 
Rebecca...think. The more I tried the more confused I was becoming. 
 
What is the last thing you remember? I was in my ex husbands office. So
I was in Geoff's office...then.... After that nothing, try as I might, 
there was nothing from this point on, until now, where had I been. I 
looked at the digits on the clock, seven am it said. God I left Geoff's 
office at five-thirty, so where had I been. 
 
I could see my clothes carelessly discarded and piled on a chair, along
with some guys trousers, shirt and tie. On the floor were my panties 
and stockings and a pair of men's underpants. So if it wasn't Geoff and 
it wasn't Greg, then who?. 
 
I lifted the bed cover and yes, confirmed I was stark naked. I ran my
hand down between my legs, put my finger in my pussy. It was wet and 
sticky. I smelt my finger and it had the distinct odor of male semen, 
some guy had just fucked me and left a deposit of cum in there. So who 
was it in the shower...the answer to that question soon appeared, a 
tall guy aged about fifty, a fit looking guy, obviously took care of 
himself. He had one towel around his midriff and was drying greying 
hair with the other. I'd never seen him in my life. 
 
"Shower's good, nice and hot and plenty of it, I'd like to stay longer
Jessica but I really do have to catch that early morning flight...but 
hey it was a great night...you're good at what you do and I've left 
your gift on the table there as instructed" 
 
Now I really was confused...he just called me Jessica and my name is
Rebecca, and what did he mean my gift is on the table. I cast a gaze in 
the direction of the coffee table and could see an envelope...I dare 
not think what it had in it, but I did have a suspicion as to what it 
was. I had a million questions to ask, but wondered just how stupid I 
would seem in asking them. I was trying like hell to remember who he 
was and how I came to be here in this hotel with him, had I met up with 
him, got inebriated, lost control and finished up in bed with 
him...well could be, but why could I not remember any thing leading up 
to that point. I could only remember Geoff's office and nothing more. 
 
He'd let the towel drop to the floor and he was now stark naked as he
searched out a clean pair of underpants...he was certainly well hung. 
 
As he quickly dressed I realized I was going to have to be the stupid
mad blond and ask the questions. 
 
"The room's booked until 10am. Just order whatever you want from room
service...it's all on me" he said. 
 
I bit the bullet and asked the question "Er...this might sound silly or
ridiculous...but who the hell are you and what am I doing here?" 
 
He laughed and replied "Yeah right" not believing what I had just asked,
continuing to dress and pack as he went. 
 
"No...no I'm serious...I don't know you...I've never met you before,
what I do know is, I'm in a bed you've paid for, and I've just been 
fucked by you and yet I can't remember anything else" 
 
He paused in his dressing, taking a long hard look at me "You're kidding
aren't you?" he didn't believe me "It's some sick joke right?" 
 
"Look I know it may sound ridiculous...but...but I really can't remember
last night at all" 
 
"Oh great and here was I thinking you were enjoying it as much as
me...what? So you were just faking it all...well I must nominate you 
for an Oscar...you were just brilliant absolutely brilliant" he turned 
his attention back to dressing himself. 
 
"No please...just bare with me...five minutes of your time, a quick
explanation and I won't bother you any more...I promise" 
 
He paused in what he was doing, then turned his attention back to me, a
quizzical look upon his face. 
 
"I don't know what sort of game you're playing...memory loss and all
that...I think you need some professional help lady" 
 
"Yeah maybe I do...but right now I've got to try and make some sense out
of all this...humour me, tell me how all this came about.... please" 
Putting on the best pleading look I could muster. I sat up holding the 
bed sheet around my naked breasts, not that it really mattered now, 
he'd seen and done things with me that were real intimate. 
 
He was wavering on believing and not believing "Please" I said one more
time. 
 
He threw his hands up in surrender. "Ok...Ok I'll buy into it.... but
this is crazy" 
 
"I knew I was going to be in the area soon, so last week I rang your
agency and told them what I wanted in a woman" 
 
My agency, that was something I didn't know, did I really work for an
escort agency I wondered. 
 
"They told me they had three that fitted my request and could they
safely send a card and flyer for each of the girls...I could choose 
one, phone the agency with a time and a place and they would do the 
rest" 
 
He opened his briefcase and handed me a card and a flyer. There was no
doubting who the person was on the flyer...me. It was on an A4 size 
paper. On the left hand side a picture of myself, naked with a come 
hither look, and a towel just covering my pussy, bare breasts...yes 
that was a picture of me alright, but I don't ever remember posing for 
it. The right hand side of the flyer described why a client should call 
me, and all the benefits for doing so. Then my personal measurements, 
age etc and my charge out rate...I saw I didn't come cheap...must have 
cost the guy quite a bit to screw me, by the sound of it I'd given him 
value for money. 
 
The card was the usual size business card, fancy scrollwork around the
edges in lilac on a light coloured lilac background, a small statue of 
a naked women, the name of the agency "Cleopatra's Elite Escorts" the 
name supposedly me "Jessica Ryan" the escorts number then my cell 
phone, at least that was correct. 
 
"That is all you is it not?" he asked after I'd had time to read and
take it all in. I was about to argue the point that it wasn't me, 
yardy, dardy da but decided now that I had him talking, just to keep my 
mouth shut. 
 
"Well I rang the agency when I arrived, told them I'd decided on you and
could the girl...you, meet me in the lounge bar downstairs at seven 
thirty, you turn up right on time, we go for a meal, a wine or two, 
then back up here and..." he let the rest go. I knew what had happened 
after that. 
 
I tried to get my brain to work, my mind to remember...but try as I may
it was always the same...Geoff's office...goodbye and next stop wham, 
here I am. 
 
"Now does that help you at all honey...you're memory coming back?" he
asked sarcastically. 
 
"Yes...yes" I lied. "Must have had too much wine last night I guess" 
 
The evidence seemed overwhelming. Somehow I was an escort but didn't
know how or why...the thing is for how long had I been doing it, and if 
so, how come neither Geoff nor Greg...who was a cop, hadn't twigged on 
I was a prostitute, no, somehow none of this added up. 
 
"By the way...just in case you have forgotten...my name is Peter" 
 
"Peter...yes of course...my memory is all coming back now" I lied again
"Sorry Peter" 
 
"Yeah me to...up until now I'd had a great night... you're good company
a pleasure to be with...best escort I've ever been with...you're well 
educated and well traveled and to top it off you're a good...." He 
stopped short. 
 
"I'm a good fuck...is that what you were going to say Peter?" 
 
"Yes...yes that as well...got to go now...I'll make sure to ask for one
of the other girls next time" he replied, picking up his baggage and 
making for the door. 
 
He paused at the door turned and said "I really do hope you get better
Jessica...I really do" 
 
I smiled and replied "I think I am already Peter, have a safe trip" then
he was gone 
 
I was alone with my thoughts, only the hum of the air conditioning,
muffled voices in the hall, the ping of the elevator doors, no doubt 
Peter as he made his way to the lobby. 
 
I stared at the business card and the flyer...just how could this be,
surely I should remember all of this. I went to the coffee table and 
picked up the envelope and yes it was exactly what I thought, all crisp 
new dollar bills...a lot of crisp dollar bills. I had to find out what 
this was all about. As I stood there staring at the money, the sound of 
my cell phone made me jump. 
 
"Hello Rebecca Stanley" I said 
 
There was a pause. "Hello are you there" I prompted. 
 
"You sure its not Jessica Ryan...I think it's Jessica Ryan, don't you?"
the reply 
 
"Who is this...who are you?" 
 
"A friend Jessica...a real good friend" 
 
"I've told you I'm not Jessica Ryan...I'm Rebecca Stanley" 
 
"Oh but to me you're Jessica...how did you like the client I sent you
Jessica...good was he? See I like to look after my girls, only the best 
of clients" 
 
"Listen you shit head, stay away from me...I'm going to find out who you
are, then you'll wish you'd never been born...just how did you organize 
all this you prick" 
 
"Oh dear me Jessica, you sound so upset...you shouldn't get upset...not
good for you...leads to stress and stress can kill you" 
 
I was fuming; my heart was racing, my breathing heavy and fast. I wanted
to crawl down the phone and strangle the bastard. 
 
"You really don't have any choice in the matter Jessica. Tonight was
only your first client...there will be others my love and there is 
nothing you can do about it...now get some rest, no doubt you have had 
a busy night and are in need of sleep...incidentally the client did pay 
you didn't he...I do hope so, I trusted him. I will keep in touch my 
dear" 
 
"Listen pin head...I," but the phone was dead, he'd hung up. 
 
I felt like throwing the phone at the wall. Just who the hell did this
guy think he was? Well for one he was obviously the guy who controlled 
me... but how? And what could I do to find out who he was? Why he was 
doing this to me? And how do I stop it? 
 
I looked at my clothes lying in disarray, clothes that were not my usual
work a day clothes. I'd obviously gone home and changed. The way I'd 
dressed reeked of sex. I'd gone prepared to make an impression on this 
guy, but alas even that I do not remember. My first thoughts were to 
tell Geoff and Greg, enlist their help in this, but had second 
thoughts. What if I told them and they did not believe me, and hey Greg 
was a cop...cops and hookers don't really go together and besides I was 
looking forward to this weekend with him? I decided to just leave 
things alone...see what I could turn up. I showered, dressed and went 
home. 
 
Simon greeted me like a long lost friend, tail wagging, running up and
down the hall, barking and most of all he needed a pee...he shot 
through the door and out into the garden to find relief. 
 
"Well Simon my friend mummy is in deep fried shit and I don't know how
she is going to get out of it" I proceeded to tell him about my 
inadvertent debauchery, at least I had him to tell it to, even though 
he couldn't help me. 
 
I got on with life as best I could, the weekend was great, and the sex
was even better. When I returned I left Simon with Geoff, they both 
seemed to be the best of buddies right now, so I didn't want to upset 
things. 
 
Three days later. 
 
"Yes...yes, I can prepare an offer on the property Mr. Robinson...give
me all the details and I'll have one drawn up for you" 
 
As I left him to go to the office, my phone rang. 
 
****** ****** ****** 
 
"Oh honey that feels soooo good, keep sucking.... oh yes...yes...yes,
you sure know how to suck cock baby" 
 
The cock in my mouth was a delight to suck...a perfect example of hard
manhood. Nicely cut, thick and rather large. I concentrated on the 
head, my tongue making circles around the corona and delving into the 
slit and eye. My hand cupped his balls, fingers delicately fondling 
them...followed by my mouth suckling the sack that encased them. 
 
Continuing to suck his cock, my mouth could discern the veins running
the length of his erection. I perceived the slight flavor of pre cum. 
Saliva escaped from my mouth and started to run down the hard shaft. I 
sneaked an upward glance. The expression on his face was one of sheer 
pleasure; head slightly tilted back, eyes closed...sucking air through 
clenched teeth, his hand resting gently on my head...but this long 
sustained sucking was causing my jaw to ache. Much as I enjoyed his 
cock in my mouth, I was relieved when he cried enough. 
 
I'd been sitting at the bottom of the bed; he'd stood before me,
presenting his erection for some solace. It needed no words of command 
or instruction. I, like most women, knew what to do with a cock that a 
naked guy presents to you.... kiss it and suck it, and that's what I'd 
just done...much to his satisfaction 
 
"Get to the middle of the bed and spread those beautiful legs of yours
honey" 
 
That's one thing I make no excuse about, I do have nice long, shapely
legs and a nice ass to compliment them, I know where the guys eyes are 
when I walk by, sometimes I swing my hips just that little bit more, 
knowing where their thoughts are. 
 
Moving up the bed I supported my self on my elbows awaiting his next
move, drawing up my knees and spreading my legs...the sight of my slit 
brought a lustful look and a broad satisfied smile to his face. 
"Beautiful...just beautiful" he commented "Just one moment honey" 
 
Apart from a slight potbelly he was in pretty good shape, perhaps his
work and not too much exercise was allowing him to go to seed a little, 
I reckoned he needed to join a gym. His cock was standing stiff and 
proud, it was still a little moist from having just been in my mouth. 
He made his way to the bedside table, picking up a foil wrapped condom 
and using his teeth he tore away the covering. I watched him place it 
over the head and roll it down the hard shaft. Then kneeling between my 
legs, he hooked one leg over his left arm and the other over his right, 
and then pressed upward, now forcing my thighs against my own body...I 
was doubled up. I could not see, but rather felt the hard head against 
my slit's entrance, first the hard head, followed by the hard shaft, a 
thrust and swift entry. 
 
"Oh god...oh my god" It was a murmur, a slight moan that escaped me, not
a wild scream. It felt good...very, very good, as it slid inside. In 
such a position I was completely at his mercy. Like a wrestler pinned 
to the canvass, I was pinned to the soft mattress, my bent legs, 
cradled in his arms as his bare ass and hips thrust back and forth, 
driving his cock inward, time after time after time. 
Fuck...fuck...fuck. At the same time his mouth was at my hard nipple, 
suckling and gently bighting it. "Oh god...oh god...oh god" my hands 
gripping and clawing at the bedcover. The more he fucked the more 
euphoric the feeling. My pussy was wet and I could hear the slurping 
sound it made as his cock thrust in and out, it slipped out but was 
quickly reinserted. Fuck...fuck...fuck. His face was close to mine, his 
hot breath on my face, the pace and excitement forcing laboured quick 
breaths. 
 
"Oh yes...oh yes hum...hum...hum" fuck...fuck...fuck. He relentlessly
thrust inside me. 
 
When he did cum, it was quick, no prelude, no warning. It all came to a
sudden stand still, his body stiffened for a moment, his face bloated 
slightly, turned bright red...a burst of hot pent up breath and then he 
was cuming, before collapsing, like some long distant marathon 
runner...panting and gasping for air. 
 
"Oh god...oh fuck...oh man that was fucking great" he panted. 
 
I took it that he had enjoyed it. 
 
The channel suddenly changed again. I was now face down on the same bed.
The bed was bouncing up and down, a soft squeak from its movement. A 
warm body was clinging to my back, arms wrapped tight around me, hands 
squeezing my breasts...it was the same bed and I assumed the same 
person...yes definitely the same person, I could tell by the fragrance 
of his musk and body odor ...but his cock was in my ass...he was having 
anal sex with me. 
 
Oh god it had happened again, just as it had the other day. I remember
nothing from the moment I said I'd go and put together a proposal for 
Mr. Robinson. How did this guy manipulate me so? I peered at the digits 
on the alarm clock...just coming up to seven am...I guess I must have 
been here all night. 
 
My legs were apart and spread across the bed. My partners cock was
inside my ass making full deep thrusts. The sound of slap...slap...slap 
as he bounced off my buttocks, each thrust pushing me into the soft 
mattress. My arms were up above my head, holding on to the pillows. 
 
"Oh god...oh god...oh god" I moaned 
 
"You like that honey...you like being fucked up the ass?" he asked. 
 
"Ohhh...yes...ohhhhh yes" my response...as he continued to fuck....
fuck...fuck. 
 
I have no recollection of when he asked me to present my ass for him to
fuck...only now was I aware that he was in actual fact fucking me. 
There seemed to be times when I could not recollect all the nights 
activities, only some, this was not a dream, it was a reality...it was 
actually happening to me. 
 
I felt his hold on me tighten; he made one final thrust...a deep thrust.
I could imagine the same puffed up face, turning red and yes the burst 
of hot breath on the back of my neck as his cock released another burst 
of warm cum, cum I assumed would be injected into a condom. 
 
"Oh jeeze, what a night, one of the best nights ever...you really are
good at this game aren't you?" he said, still panting slightly from his 
efforts. He brushed my hair to one side, revealing my bare neck, then 
preceded to gently kiss it, at the same time taking in a deep breath. 
 
"Mmmmm you smell so good...I guess I made a good choice picking on
you...the agency said I wouldn't be disappointed...and I'm not" 
 
God I didn't want to go through all this again, me asking what would
seem ridiculous questions and him thinking I was some sort of loony 
tune. 
 
"Well I'm glad you got satisfaction" I replied as he withdrew. 
 
"I surely did sweetheart...I surely did" his reply as he rose from the
bed, peeling off the condom and heading for the toilet. I heard the 
plop of the condom as it hit the bowl and the splashing of water as he 
took a pee...finally the toilet itself as he flushed away the rubber. 
Whilst he was gone, I sat up and surveyed the room...it looked 
remarkably similar to the last one. His clothes and mine lay scattered 
in disarray, on the floor and chair. My stockings and panties along 
with his underpants, side by side, like some symbolic gesture to what 
had happened tonight. Two used wine glasses and two empty wine bottles 
stood on the coffee table. On the bedside table lay three opened condom 
wrappers alongside my earrings...so I had sex with the guy at least 
three times. 
 
"Whow that was some sort of sex Jessica...I can tell you" he said as he
returned, still naked, his slack penis swinging between his legs. He 
slumped on the bed beside me, laying his head on the pillow. 
"Phew...yes sir that was some sex" he said again, reflecting on the 
night, placing his hand to my thigh, and gently stroking it. 
 
I couldn't believe this was happening again. It didn't matter how hard I
tried, I could not recall or connect the period of time from leaving 
that house and Mr. Robinson and now. 
 
His name...what the hell did they call him. "Just as a matter of
interest Brian how did you come to pick me?" I asked, using the name 
Brian to draw him. 
 
"Arnie... my names Arnie, still it must be hard trying to remember all
your clients I guess?" 
 
"Oh...sorry Arnie, that was terribly remiss of me" I ventured 
 
"I just rang your agency, they forwarded your details along with a
couple of others, recommended you as first choice, I took their 
advice.... which I'm now glad I did and you turned up right on 
time...simple as that" 
 
"They sent the flyer and card I take it?" 
 
"Yes...yes they did...but why do you ask?" 
 
"Oh no reason...just wondered how the advertising was working...the
flyer ok?" I asked casually. 
 
"Yeah great...I like your photo...I'll pass it on to some of my
colleagues and other board directors...they too like discrete 
encounters when they are away from home" 
 
I noticed the gold wring on his finger. "You married as well?" 
 
"Yeah...yeah most of us are, that's why meeting up with an escort like
yourself adds a bit of spice to life now and then" 
 
He turned toward me, pushed his hand between my legs, inserted his
fingers in my slit and started to work them. My first reaction was to 
close my legs up tight, but then I found myself actually moving them 
apart. His mouth found mine and we were suddenly engaged in a 
passionate kiss and embrace. I thought he was going to reach over and 
pick up another condom...but no; he'd given all he could for one night. 
 
 
"Sorry but I've gotta go honey" he said, breaking away. "I'm gona take a
shower, wana join me?" he asked 
 
"No I'm fine...I'll...I'll get one when you're gone" I replied. 
 
When I heard the shower going I decided to take a look around.
Considering we had consumed two bottles of wine, my head was remarkably 
clear. One wine glass had lipstick on it...obviously mine...the other 
glass his. There was no sign of flyer and card, he must have them 
safely tucked away...I sincerely hoped his wife never found them. I 
stooped and picked up my discarded clothes, putting them in to some 
kind of order. Again I must have gone home first, my (low cut) blue 
cocktail dress was draped over the back of the chair. Accessories 
consisted of black G-string, black thigh hi stockings and my bra, which 
always gave me good cleavage and made my tits look good. One hi-heel 
shoe was under the coffee table and after a bit of a search the other 
one was under the bed. I must have known that wherever I was going, I 
was going specifically for sex. There was a white envelope sitting on 
the table. I picked it up, opened it, it contained a bundle of crisp 
new dollar bills, "my gift" as they called it. I would put it in the 
brief case back home along with the previous "Gift" There were no other 
clues as to who had sent me, apart from the card and flyer and I still 
had the ones from the guy who was called Peter. The only other things 
were the opened condom packets...three in all; well the guy seemed to 
believe in protected sex. 
 
The shower stopped, I quickly picked up a magazine from the table, dived
under the bed sheets and was idly flicking the pages when Arnie 
returned, drying off his naked body. 
 
"You know what, I think I will have that shower" I said. My body showed
traces of dried cum, that coupled with Arnie's body smells and body 
deodorant was a dead give away. 
 
"Sure there's plenty of towels and hot water...want me to order
breakfast?" 
 
"No...no I've got to be going" I said as I disappeared into the bath
room. I turned on the shower, and then had a quick pee. 
 
When I returned Arnie was almost ready. 
 
"Hey, I had a really great time Jessica, I've got your card, and I'll
give you a call next visit ok?" 
 
I made no reply to that just gave him a warm smile in return. He came
toward me, put his arms around my waist, drew me close and gave me a 
long passionate kiss. I'd draped the towel around me to cover my naked 
body, his hand pulled the towel up to reveal my ass, giving it one last 
feel and squeeze. "I'd love to stay and give that ass of yours another 
fuck sweetheart but I gotta go" He collected his bags together, blew me 
one last kiss and then he was gone. 
 
Once again the room was quiet, apart from the humming of the air
conditioner...I was left to ponder what I should or could do about my 
dilemma. 
 
I wasn't going to find out any more staying here. I dressed, checked
over the room and made my way to the lobby. I felt out of place, 
dressed as I was. Keeping eyes straight ahead and hoping like hell no 
one knew me. I made it outside. I guessed my car must still be at home 
as the keys were not in my purse...then my phone rang. 
 
"Hello Jessica, how are you this fine morning...I must say considering
how busy you must have been last night you look remarkably stunning" 
 
It was the guy, the one who held sway over me. He was near by, watching,
he must be...but where. I scanned the area, but with the number of 
people and cars now about, it was impossible to pin point him. 
 
"Oh don't bother trying to find me honey...you're wasting your time" 
 
"What do you want, why are you doing this to me and more
importantly...how?" 
 
He laughed. "I'm doing it because I want to, I don't want anything...I'm
helping you find your real self...it's fun Jessica, don't you think 
it's fun...I do, and no, I'm not going to tell you how I do it...now do 
tell me, was your client good last night...did you show him a good 
time...I do so hope you showed him a good time Jessica" 
 
"Listen please...please stop doing this...it's not fun and it's not
funny" I replied 
 
"Oh that's where you are so wrong...it is fun and I think you do enjoy
it, just a little maybe, the sex part don't you like the sex part 
Jessica?" 
 
"I like sex, yes, but not like this, I like to choose who and when" 
 
"What about me Jessica would you like to have sex with me?" 
 
"Maybe...I don't know you, why don't we meet sometime, let me make a
decision on that one?" 
 
He laughed "Oh no Jessica...nice try...we meet on my terms
sweetheart...must fly...nice talking to you, and again you look very 
ravishing" then he hung up. 
 
"Bastard...fucking bastard" I said into the phone. 
 
Once again I thought about going to Geoff and seek advice, but the very
thought of admitting to him I was having sex with these guys and 
getting paid for it... well would he believe me, he'd probably think I 
needed sending to a mental institution. 
 
"Honest Geoff I have sex with these guys and don't even know I'm doing
it...something makes me do it" oh yeah I can just image it, and as for 
going to Greg...a cop, well I don't think so, but how and where did I 
start. 
 
For two days nothing, then three. I'd managed to put together a contract
for Mr. Robinson and get it countersigned. I took it to Geoff who was 
acting for the vendor. 
 
"How's it going sweetheart, I've got to say you are looking a little
rough, you getting enough sleep, Greg's not keeping you up all night is 
he...too much of a good thing you know" 
 
"No...no it's nothing, perhaps working too hard" I replied. Yeah but at
what, I thought. "I'm going to get an early night tonight" I said "On 
my own" I added, before he could make any sarcastic comment. 
 
***** **** ****** 
 
"Oh god yes...yes...yes" I screamed as I watched the reflection in the
bathroom mirror. I was bent over, facing directly toward it, supporting 
myself against the washbasin, the mirror was a full wall mirror, and 
the lighting was bright fluorescent...it showed every detail. The guy 
humping me from behind was about my age, with a fit build and was 
wearing a mask. There was also a tattoo on his left arm or was it his 
right arm the mirror had me confused. 
 
"You like this Jessica honey...you like being fucked?" 
 
"Oh god yes...yes I do" my reply 
 
Hump...hump...hump. Slap...slap...slap, the sound of his body
continually coming into contact with mine. My tits and body swayed back 
and forth, a reaction to his repeated thrusting. 
 
"Uh...uh...uh...uh" from him, and my contribution "Oh god...oh my god" 
 
The reflection in the mirror showed the masked guy, his hands firmly
holding my hips humping, and a rather happy smirk on his face. 
 
"Tell me Jessica, do you like what I'm doing for you, the men I send to
you, are they good?" 
 
"Yes...yes I love what you're doing for me, and I love the men also...oh
god don't stop fucking me...please" I begged. Fuck...fuck...fuck. 
 
A chuckle and "I knew it...I just knew it, you horny little bitch" 
 
When he stopped I thought he was cuming, but no. His hands ran tenderly
around my buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze, and then under to my 
belly, working their way slowly up to my breasts, cupping and squeezing 
them. With finger and thumb he teased my nipples...nipples that were 
now hard, breast now firm. His cock was still buried inside my tight 
warm pussy as he started to gyrate his hips and ass. This action 
brought me to fever pitch as I screamed and shouted at him. 
 
Even with the mask I could see by the expression on his face he loved
doing this, it was more that just the sex, it was the total domination 
and control he had over me. 
 
He pushed my hair to one side, revealing my bare neck his mouth gently
kissed it sending goose bumps shuddering through my body, then my ear, 
a warm wet tongue licking it. I twisted my face toward him; his lips 
found my lips and we began to kiss with a gentle fondness. 
 
"Do you love me Jessica...do you truly love me, tell me you love me?" he
asked 
 
"Oh yes...yes darling. I love you...I truly love you" my reply. 
 
"You know what I'm doing is all for your own good, don't you?" 
 
"Yes, yes darling I know it is" I replied. He smiled and continued to
fuck. 
 
His appetite for sex seemed unquenchable, but I did not care, this guy
knew how to fuck and as far as I was concerned he could fuck me all 
day, I wouldn't complain. He slowly withdrew, pulled me upright, 
twisted me around to face him, put his arms around my waist and held me 
tight. I threw my arms around his neck and looked longingly and 
lovingly into his eyes...I was like a teenage girl in love. 
 
I pushed up on my toes, pressed my mouth and lips on his and began to
kiss him passionately, our tongues fighting for supremacy. He squeezed 
my buttocks, drawing himself tight against by body so that I could feel 
his hard manhood pressing into me. I began gyrating hips and ass, he 
responded likewise...our lust for one another growing by the second. We 
broke away, our hearts pounding and pulses racing. His cock was swollen 
so large I thought it would burst from its skin. My own pussy was wet 
and open displaying the pink fleshy interior. I dropped to my knees, 
taking that gorgeous erection in my hand working it back and forth and 
admiring its size and beautiful shape. In a trice my mouth was covering 
it, and sucking it. The taste of my own body fluid, mingled with a 
little pre cum lingered a moment on my palette before mixing with my 
own saliva. My head bobbed back and forth, his hips swayed ever so 
slightly as he tried to push his hard cock to the back of my throat. At 
times I thought I was going to gag, but managed not to, saliva ran from 
my mouth and down his shaft. I stole an upward glace. His eyes were 
closed, a hiss of air through clenched teeth another glance toward the 
wall mirror...seeing the image of myself sucking on his cock excited 
me. 
 
"Come...come with me" he said, pulling me to my feet and taking me by
the hand then leading me to my bedroom. 
 
He flung himself on the bed first, the instructed me to straddle him. I
placed myself directly over his erection, and erection that looked like 
a large greased pole, sticking up all big and proud. Taking hold of it 
I guided it toward my pussy and slowly lowered myself upon it, 
watching, as it vanished inside me. I began to bounce up and down, his 
own upward thrusts as he endeavoured to drive himself as far as he could 
inside me. I leaned forward to kiss him, my pussy gripping his hard 
shaft and working up and down. I could feel an orgasm coming, it had 
been in the background for some time...it was so near now, I could 
almost taste it. 
 
"Oh god...oh god I think I'm gona cum" he said. 
 
"Don't dare...don't you fucking dare...not yet you bastard" I screamed
at him. 
 
"He closed his eyes, trying to think of other things as I pumped the
shaft with my pussy. 
 
"Oh god...oh my god" I screamed as the orgasm hit me, continuing to pump
his hard shaft; Bounce, bounce, bounce and the gentle slap of our 
bodies as they came together. 
 
He rolled me over on to my back, now taking charge of the situation. I
drew my knees up and cradled his body between my legs as he humped and 
thrust into me, I tightened my pussy as best I could around his hard 
cock. He was panting, the final furlong, down the home straight. Like a 
jockey taking the stick to his horse he urged himself on, faster and 
faster...the finish line was just ahead of him.... then "Ohhhhhh.... oh 
fuck" he was cuming. I felt three good squirts of cum, before he 
collapsed, panting for air. 
 
*** *** *** 
 
My eyes flicked open, it took a few moments before I realized where I
was. I was at home, in my own bed, the radio played softly in the 
background, and the bedside clock said seven am. Oh god it was a 
dream...just a dream, but it had seemed so real, my body was sweating. 
I lay quietly reviewing my dream. Something was wrong, it was a feeling 
I had; call it female intuition, whatever. I lifted the bedcover and 
yes I was naked, but that was not unusual, I nearly always slept naked. 
There was a distinct odour. The bed sheet and my body smelled of male 
sperm, mixed with a body deodorant, a deodorant foreign to my own. I 
sat bolt upright. A sudden surge of adrenalin driving all morning 
tiredness out of me, I was now fully alert. My blood turned ice cold 
and a shudder ran through me when I saw on the pillow next to me a 
mask. It was the same mask that the guy was wearing in my...in my 
what...certainly not my dream. 
 
"Bastard...you fucking bastard" I shouted. I shrugged into my robe as I
set off through the house, checking each room as I went, then in the 
bathroom I saw scrawled over the mirror in red lipstick 
 
"Thanks Jessica...remember being here...we had a great time didn't we" 
 
"Shit" 
 
I moved on into the dining room and there on the table were the remnants
of last night's meal...empty plates and empty wine bottles. He'd been 
here and I'd cooked him a meal and then made love to him. 
 
When I returned to the bathroom to relieve myself, there floating in the
bowl were three used condoms...had he left them there to further 
provoke me...rub it in. I thought back to when I was having sex with 
him and don't recall any condoms on his cock...just how many times had 
he had sex with me and why did he not use a condom every time, maybe he 
just ran out of them. 
 
The phone rang "Hello Jessi..." I stopped short then continued "Hello
Rebecca Stanley" 
 
"Hello Jessica...ha caught you out...you see you are Jessica aren't
you...it suits you much better" 
 
"Listen shit head if you don't stop screwing with my head I'm going to
call the police in on this and we'll get you and nail you good and 
proper" 
 
"Oh dear oh dear, you did get out the wrong side of the bed this morning
didn't you, wasn't that during the night, said you were madly in love 
with me...didn't want me to stop...remember that Jessica?" 
 
I was madder than mad, I was speechless and I do recall that part, it
was true. 
 
"You do remember it don't you Jessica, it's all coming back to you isn't
it?" 
 
"Yes but I didn't mean it...I...I don't know why I said it...It's all
you...it's you who are making me say the things you want me to say" 
 
He gave a chuckle "No Jessica that is not true...you're only revealing
your inner most thoughts and desires...I'm only helping you achieve 
those desires" 
 
Blood was pumping through my brain and I was starting to get a headache.
 
 
"Look, please just leave me alone, I don't need your help to achieve my
desires I can do that all by myself thank you" 
 
"Hum...I think not my love, we have some wonderful and exciting times to
look forward to...see you later darling toodle pip for now" he was 
gone. 
 
I was only certain of one thing...I had to find out who he was and I had
to stop him. 
 
The card that the first client gave me...Peter, I found it and rang the
number of Cleopatra's, a cheerful receptionist answered. 
 
"Good morning, Cleopatra's, how can I help you?" 
 
Well the number seemed correct. "Oh I'm trying to contact
Jessica...Jessica Ryan, I don't suppose she'll be there this early 
would she?" 
 
"No madam, Jessica isn't here right now, can I take a message and get
her to call you later perhaps?" 
 
"No...no that's fine I'll call her at home, her number is" I gave her my
own number, she asked if I was a friend of hers, I said I was and 
wanted to confirm a luncheon date with her, she then confirmed it was 
her number. 
 
So, the two numbers were correct, only as far as I was concerned Jessica
Ryan didn't exist. 
 
.............T.B.Continued. 
 
Author; Lisa peacock
e-mail lisapeacock@y7mail.com