A Night Not To Remember
written by:
Lisa Peacock

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.

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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 graying 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.

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"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 endeavored 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 odor. 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.