0 comments/ 11928 views/ 0 favorites Online Fun Becomes a Nightmare By: hardmanepr It started out like must on-line meetings. I had found the woman’s handle and profile in a Yahoo group and sent her a message asking her if she wanted to chat sometime. I was pleased to see her pop-up on my screen one evening as I was working and started chatting. As usual, we share some general information about each other and learned that we both lived in the Washington, DC area. She lived in the Virginia side while I was from the Maryland side. We also shared our ages and marital situation. She was a bit younger then me at 42 and like me married. Each of us had come to explore and flirt online because our respective spouses where not very sexually adventuresome. It was an enjoyable first discussion; we joked, laughed, share a few of our sexual interests and added each other to our buddy lists. We would have talked longer but I had to finish some work. A few days later when I logged on to Yahoo IM I found my new friend, “SweetFlower” online and quickly sent her a friendly greeting. We both had more time and spent over an hour talking. This time we delved deeper into our sexual interests and experiences. We both told stories about our first sexual experience and I shared my love of making oral love with women and masturbating for people. She showed great interest in both of these topics and we immediately dropped into a role playing session about me making oral love with her. As I typed feverishly about making passionate oral love with her she let me know that she was so turned on that she was masturbating as I typed and told me not to stop till she had an orgasm. Needless to say this was a very exciting hour and after she came we calmed down to talk about her orgasm and other sexual experiences. She confessed that she rarely had an orgasm with her husband and had to masturbate for sexual satisfaction. As we talked we also shared information about our lives, the kind of work we did, the type of organization we worked for, our educational background and what we looked like. As this discussion progressed, I had the nagging feeling that I knew “SweetFlower” and so I decided to not be as honest with her as I usually am with online friends. As we talked I became convinced that SweetFlower worked in my office and that I had been in meetings that she had attended. My company had close to 2,000 staff and so I suspected that I was wrong but the idea that I knew who my new on-line friend was excited me greatly. On Monday, after our weekend on-line chat, I made it a point to find out where the person who I thought was SweetFlower was stationed and then found an excuse to visit her side of the building to take a good look at “SweetFlower” so that I would have a stronger mental image of her the next time we met online. When I walked into her department I noticed the woman I though was SweetFlower talking with a colleague who knew me. He greeted me and I walked over to be introduced to Jill. We shook hands and exchanged small talk. I felt my pulse quicken and struggled to keep from staring at Jill as she stood across from me. She was an attractive woman in her early 40s with a quick smile and whit. Her eyes flashed with humor as we exchanged small talk. I made an excuse to leave because I couldn’t trust myself to not get too excited and quickly left their department. That evening I found SweetFlower online and after our friendly greetings I asked how her day at the office had been. She told that it had been okay. And I casually asked her questions about what she did. She eagerly shared information about her work and company and as she talked I became increasingly convinced that she was in deed the Jill from my office. She had to leave quickly because her husband had returned home suddenly but we had agreed to meet on-line again tomorrow evening. The next day passed slowly. I had to struggle with the desire to go back to Jill’s department to talk with her, but realized that this could be dangerous. When 5:30 finally arrived I rushed off home to get on-line. About two hours after getting online at home “SweetFlower” appeared and expressed happiness with finding me online. She told me that her husband had gone out with some male friends and asked me to share some real life sexual experiences with her. She was especially interested in how I came to enjoy masturbating for women. As I shared stories from my days in college she didn’t hide the fact that she was massaging her pussy as I talked and she asked questioned. She kept telling me that she found it so exciting to think of having a man masturbate for her and to be in total control of the experience. I was lucky to also be alone that evening because my wife and daughter had gone out shopping so I also started masturbating. When I told SweetFlower this she became very excited. I asked If she would like to watch me masturbate she was stunned and said yes but didn’t know how to do that. I quickly told her about Yahoo’s web cam capabilities as I set up my cam and clicked on the video button. I didn’t show her my face, but my rock hard cock as I stroked myself. She accepted my invitation and started typing wildly as she watched. She asked me to zoom in close and then to show her my balls which were tight to my shaft. Then she really got into telling me to stoke my cock faster and harder. It didn’t take me long to reach my climax and I stood up and positioned the cam at the best angle so that she could see me explode. On the chat screen the word “Cum Cum Cum..” started appearing in rapid succession. I held on as long as I could, pausing and starting stroking again in the hopes that I would produce a gusher. As I stared at the image of my cock on my computer screen I struggled to time my orgasms so that it would be captured. Finally I released my orgasm and was pleased by the result; my first explosion produced a fantastic heavy spurt of cum that was nicely caught on screen. I jerked my cock like crazy now and continued spurting till the last few drops of cum were squeezed from my cock. I noticed that SweetFlower had stopped typing and suspected that she was masturbating feverishly. I quickly cleaned up my mess and returned online to see SweetFlower thank me for such a fantastic experience she had indeed masturbated and had a quick orgasm. She wanted to just look at my cock as we typed so I positioned the cam and continued chatting about different experiences and about our current life. It didn’t take long before I was fully erect again which please SweetFlower greatly. Unfortunately, I then heard the garage door open and had to quickly pull up my pants, disconnect the cam and hide it and say good bye to SweetFlower. We agreed to chat again tomorrow and quickly exchanged online kisses before closing Yahoo. The next evening when I came online SweetFlower was there waiting for me. As we exchanged small talk I asked if she had a picture of herself she could share. She said that she did and asked me the same thing. I told her that I only had pictures of my cock would be glad to share these with her in exchange for her picture. After some gentle teasing she finally agreed. I held my breath as I waited for the image to download. I was hopping that SweetFlower was Jill, but had no idea of what I would do if my dream came true. As soon as the download was complete I quickly click on open button and held my breath. I felt my cock stir and my pulse quicken as I realized that I was looking at Jill. Her hair was a bit different in the picture then the way she wore it now, but it was the same person that I knew from my office. Her smile was open and pleasing and her eyes were mesmerizing. It took me a while to realize that she was asking me if I received it okay and to send her my picture. I quickly wrote back that it was a very attractive picture, that she was a very sexy woman and that her husband was one lucky man! She sent me a shy smiley face in return and thanked me for the compliments. I then quickly sent her a picture of my hard cock and told her that this was what her picture was doing to me at that moment. She giggled in reply and asked me if I was alone. I sadly told her that I was not alone and she sent a pouting smiley face in return. As we talked I nearly made the mistake of using her real name in one of my messages! I realized that I needed to be really careful with what I said and that I also needed to plan how I was going to handle the fact that I knew who SweetFlower really was. I was called away by my wife and had to regrettably say good night to Jill. We again agreed to meet on-line the next day. I arrived earlier than usually and positioned myself in the small coffee shop near our office’s entrance in the hope of seeing Jill come to work. I was soon rewarded for my patience as I noted her walk toward the office. She was wearing an attractive white blouse and blue pleated skirt and medium pumps. The overall effect was very very sexy and I found myself fully erect by the time she reached the door and walked in. I nursed my coffee as I waited to turn to normal and then entered the office. The day dragged on and I found it difficult to concentrate. Toward the end of the day I logged on to Yahoo IM and was excited to see Jill online. She was faster than me and greeted me with happiness. I returned her greeting and thanked her again for letting me masturbate for her the other day. She told me the pleasure was all hers and that she couldn’t wait till I was alone and could jackoff for her again. After we chatted for a while I casually asked if she had ever met someone in person who she had first met online. She told me that she hadn’t yet but had been fantasizing about such a meeting. She then asked me the same question, and I told her the truth about the four different women I had met in person after meeting them online. She showed great interest in these experiences and asked me for details. We started talking intensely about these experiences, but a phone call interrupted her and she apologized about having to rush away. Soon after reaching home I went online and waited to see if Jill would join me. After about 45 minutes looking at some porn Jill appeared and I quickly greeted her. She evaded my initial greetings and asked me for more details on my face to face meetings. I quickly told her about the time I met the business woman who had come to DC for work. I explained that she contacted me online and asked me to come to her hotel just before she left to return home. I explained that I had left early from work and rushed over to the hotel. Typing quickly I started telling the story… “I called her room from the lobby and she told me to come to her room. After letting me in she returned to the chair in the middle of the room and sat down crossing her legs so that her skirt slid up her thigh seductively. As I stared at her with excitement she told me to strip quickly and start jerking off because she didn’t have much time. I did as I was told and removed all my clothes. I was rock hard by the time my socks were off and started stroking my cock and massaging my balls as she stared. She ordered me to come closer and I complied. She held up her hand to stop me when I was about one foot away from her.” I could tell by the intermittent and sloppy typing that Jill was masturbating as I typed my story. I cursed the fact that I wasn’t alone but was really enjoying sharing this experience with Jill knowing that she was having a good time. When I came to the part of the story where I had been told to lay on the floor as the woman stood over me with one leg on either side of my head so I could look up to see that the wasn’t wearing panties, the words “I’m cummmmmmmmmmmm” appeared on the screen. Followed by “Oh god yessssssssssssssssssssssssss!” Realizing that she was having a powerful orgasm caused me to shorten my story and describe the story of my own orgasm in that hotel that day! She just kept typing “god yes god yes” on the chat screen as I described my own intense series of explosions on that wonderful day. The screen when still for a few minutes as I chatted by myself till Jill returned apologizing that she had to clean up and change her panties. We talked more as Jill stated how much she would love to have such an experience. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass and commented that I would be up for a meeting if she wanted to. Before she could comment I explained that we could start by meeting in a very public place and then if she wanted to we could find a place for a more private moment. Jill’s side of the screen stayed still and I worried that maybe I had moved forward too quickly and cursed my eagerness when she finally came back explaining that she would like to think about this after we got to know each other a bit longer. I was relieved and told Jill that I would be more than glad to wait. Weeks passed as we talked online almost every day and on many days several times a day. I would occasionally wait at the coffee shop to watch Jill come to work and fantasize about masturbating for her and making oral love with her. We arranged to find mutual time alone when I would masturbate for her. I finally convinced her to buy her own cam and then one Saturday afternoon while her husband was playing golf she let me watch her as she masturbated. I nearly came in my pants as she experienced her intense orgasm and I found it hard to type because I was so excited. One day when we met on line she told that that she had upgraded her Internet connection to Cable so that we could watch each other. A few days later we found a good time and have a fantastic masturbation session. Watching her as she watched me was powerful and she had one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever witnessed. She just seemed to keep cuming and cuming till I followed her lead and exploded making a wonderful mess all over the place. After cleaning up and chatting a bit, Jill blurted out “I have to see me in person! I want to be close to you when you cum! I want to see, smell and feel your orgasm!” I quickly responded that I also wanted this more than anything to lay between her legs licking and sucking her as she masturbated and to taste, feel and smell her as she climaxed. We then agreed to set up a meeting the next weekend. The days passed slowly, she gave me the name of a coffee shop where she wanted to meet me and we settled on meeting at noon. As the rest of the week passed I grew increasingly nervous about meeting her fearing that she would be angry that I had hidden the truth about knowing who she was. On Thursday evening I decided to let her know who I was. Soon after chatting I told her that I finally had a head and shoulders picture that I could share with her. Jill was excited by this and eagerly asked me to send it to her. My hands were shaking as I moved through the steps to send her the file then waited as it was uploaded. Her screen stayed empty for several minutes as I asked her if she received the pictures. She finally type her reply commenting that she had received the picture and then she complimented me on being handsome. I thanked her for the compliment and asked her if everything was okay for Saturday. Again there was no reply. I asked if there was a problem and again silence. I grew nervous that I hand blown my chance at an exciting weekend and that my work and personal life were now in jeopardy. As my fingers shook I repeated my questions asking her if anything was wrong. Finally the Yahoo message that Jill was typing a reply appeared. It was clear that she was either typing a long message or taking time to compose her message. I kept still and waited as my fingers nervously clicked on the keys without typing. Finally a long message appeared. She started out using my real name, “Eric, it appears that we know each other and that we work at the same company! I also suspect that you have known this for quite a while now even though you didn’t tell me and that you haven’t been completely honest with me. Why didn’t you tell me this? Why did you keep this a secret? Why have you hurt me like this?” Then without warning Jill went off line. My heart sank and I regretted not sharing the truth sooner. I didn’t know what to do and started to close down Yahoo when Jill suddenly appeared back online. She messaged me quickly asking me to explain myself. My heart jumped as I started typing an apology trying to explain that I had been scared to tell her the truth earlier because I thought that she might stop talking with me. There were no replies as I typed and explained my motivations. I begged her to forgive me. Like before she suddenly logged off as I was madly typing. I cursed under my breath and waited hoping she might come back on line. This time her screen name remained dark. After about 20 minutes I closed Yahoo and went to watch TV in an effort to get the situation out of my mind. Sleep didn’t come easy and my wife pestered me with questions about why I was so upset. I passed it off to problems a work and with the help of a mild sedative I finally fell asleep. The alarm returned with the memories of the night before and I nearly decided to stay home from work. In the end I decided that it was foolish to call in sick and dressed and left for work with out any breakfast. I positioned myself at the coffee shop to see if Jill would come to the office and was surprised to see her arrive. She was dressed casually as was common for Fridays and was chatting cheerfully with two friends as she entered the building. This gave me hope that things would be okay. In the middle of the hectic day there was a knock at my office door and when I turned around to invite the person in I was stunned into silence when I saw that Jill was standing there with a tight grin on her face. I stammered a greeting and asked if she wanted come in. She cut me short explaining that she didn’t have much time but wanted to tell me to meet her after work at a bar across town and that if I didn’t come I would regret it. She didn’t wait for my reply and just turned and left. I jumped out of my chair to follow but a stern stare from Jill halted me. I just nodded my head and watched her walk casually down the hall till she turned the corner toward the elevators. After a few moments I called my wife and told her I would be late because of a business meeting. She wasn’t very happy since we had already made arrangements for dinner out. I asked her to move our reservation up an hour and that I would get home as soon as possible. I had no idea what I was in store for and felt a wave of nervous excitement wash over me. The last few hours of work seemed to last forever. I finally finished my last e-mail and closed down my systems and left the office. I grabbed a cab and headed for the bar. I had never been to this place before and was glad that Jill had picked a place that our colleagues would likely not be at. I reached the bar before she did and took a table in a secluded table with a view of the front door and waited. I ordered a beer which I nursed as I waited. About 30 minutes later I saw Jill enter the bar. She stood near the entrance waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark interior and I waved to her and rose from my seat. She saw me but didn’t acknowledge my greeting and strode over to my table. On the way she ordered her drink. She pushed me aside as I tried to hold her chair for her and sat down. I was left standing awkwardly by her side and finally returned to my own seat and sat silently. She just sat there staring at me with a hard stern face. Her drink came and she smiled and thanked the waiter and after a sip returned to stare at me her eyes sparking with anger. I didn’t dare speak first, I figured that this was her show and I should just wait. As time passed I fidgeted and played with my glass and looked away from her hard stare. She finally spoke, “Don’t look away you fucking bastard! Look at me and apologize to my face!” Online Fun Becomes a Nightmare I looked up at her with the most sheepish eyes I could conger up and started mumbling an apology saying that she had the right to be angry with me and telling her that I had been one king-size jerk by keeping my identity a secret for so long. She didn’t react to anything I said and I just kept up mumbling. Jill finally broke in to silence me telling me that I was a pitiful excuse for a man. “Maybe I should write your wife a letter or call her to tell her what you do when she isn’t there! Maybe I should send her the pictures of your cock that you sent to me as proof of your deeds and tell her the many stories of masturbating for women that you’ve told me!” My eyes widened with fear and shock. A smile appeared on Jill’s face as I grew increasingly nervous. I stammered, “Oh God Jill, please don’t tell my wife. I will do anything, anything at all if you just don’t tell my wife.” She squeezed her glass and her knuckles turned white as she spoke through clenched teeth. “Your dam right you will do anything at all for me! You will live to regret treating me like a dumb broad who could be taken advantaged. You will regret ever thinking that I was a fool, a ditzy blond!” I tried to break in explaining that I had never thought of her this way, but she broke me off with a hiss, “Silence, you fucking bastard! Don’t talk till I tell you to! I own you now! I own your balls, your cock and you fucking ass! You will do what I say or I will send the boss the evidence I have on you! You will lose your job and your family, you will be ruined. Do you understand me you fucking dick!” I just nodded my head up and down my hands shaking as I held them tightly around my glass trying to steady them. “Now, pay for these drinks and let’s leave.” Jill ordered. I complied and called the waiter for the bill. I paid cash and followed Jill from the bar. I could feel the eyes of other customers’ burn into my back. Jill had not bothered to keep her voice very low and the people seated near us had likely heard the exchanged. Jill hailed a cab and I opened the door. She passed the taxi drive a slip of paper with our destination so that I couldn’t know where we were going. She then ordered me to close my eyes. I hesitated and her fist came crashing down between my legs crushing my balls. I coughed and bet forward closing my eyes. Just as I did I noticed the taxi drive look at me in his mirror and shake his head in disgust. I held my aching groin as the taxi moved through the city, not knowing where we were headed. Jill and the driver exchanged instructions and we finally reached our destination. Jill ordered me to keep my eyes closed and paid the drive after guiding me out on to the side walk. She then guided me around what appeared from the sounds to be a parking lot and ordered me to keep my eyes closed. I complied with Jill’s orders and then heard her walk away. I didn’t move, too frightened by the thought of being exposed to move. Finally, I heard her foot steps approach along with the sound of a key being jingled. I suspected that we were at a motel on the outside of town and felt confused. Jill warned me again to keep my eyes closed till told other wise and I shook my head up and down in agreement. I heard a door being unlocked and then she guided me in letting me trip over the slight rise by the door. I hard the door close behind me and she yanked me still and I heard the dead bolt turning and the light being turned on. She then moved into the room and I heard other noise till there was silence. I waited patiently. Finally Jill spoke, “Okay, you can open your eyes now, but don’t say anything and don’t move.” Even with the light on the room was dim the curtains were pulled shut and because it was dark in the room it didn’t take long for my eyes to adjust. Jill was sitting in a chair off the side of the room. It was a standard motel room the only thing out of place was a small camcorder that was positioned on a short tripod on one of the end tables. A red light was blinking slowly on the camcorder and when I turned my head back to Jill I could see that she was holding a small remote control pad. It didn’t take a genius to realize that Jill was prepare to document our meeting, just what she was planning on filling wasn’t clear, but my imagination started running wild as my cheeks grew hot as I imagined that she would fill me performing for her. I grew nervous, and I saw Jill grin at me. “So you see the camera fucker! Mmmm I wonder what that’s for jerk? Mmm I wonder what you think I want to film?” Why don’t you tell me what we will file you mother fucker!” She paused and waited. I didn’t respond. “Now don’t be shy! You were never shy with me before so don’t start now! Tell me what you think I want to film?” Again I remained silent, too freighted by the situation to talk. “Poor poor boy! Shall we make a documentary! A story of one fucking man’s fetishes!” My mouth dropped open in shock and Jill laughed out loud as she stared at me standing dazed at the end of one of the beds. My shoulders shrunk and my hands shook with the realization that my goose was cooked. I didn’t know what to do. Deciding that it would do no good to become totally dejected I stood up a bit straighter and looked directly at Jill with as much courage as I could muster. Jill smiled at me as she spoke sternly, “Trying to be brave? Haaaa! Lets see how brave you are, you fucking bastard!” She clicked one of he buttons and I heard the camera come alive as Jill spoke again. “Now look down, do you see the piece of tape, move forward so that your toes are touching the tape. I want to make sure you remain in focus as we make our documentary!” She giggled at her joke and I inched forward realizing that she had planed this carefully and I knew what was coming. I knew what she wanted me to do next…. At least I thought I knew. Jill spoke again, “Now, open the bag that is leaning against the wall to your right.” I hadn’t noticed the bag before and bent down to open it and look in side. My mouth opened wide in amazement and shock. In side there were three different dildos each rather large, one had a wire coming out the end with some kind of controller attached. I heard Jill giggle with excitement as she told me to remove the big black dildo from the bag and to stand up again. I complied feeling odd holding the large black plastic cock. It was amazingly lifelike with blood veins along the surface. It was both very long and very thick with a pair of heavy balls at one end. I held it with both hands in front of me and waited for my next command. Jill spoke up, “Its bigger than you are isn’t it!” I shook my head in agreement and waited for what was to come! I didn’t have to wait long. But before Jill gave me my next order she picked up the TV’s remote and turned on the TV. I hadn’t expected her to have connected the camcorder to the TV. Now I would be able to watch myself as I carried out Jill’s commands. The sight of seeing myself with the big black dildo excited me as I felt my balls stir. I was surprised my reaction and tried to hid these feelings from Jill. She was so busy laughing at the look on my face that I don’t think she noticed. “Now fucker! Start licking that back cock for me let me see you enjoy that cock!! Make oral love to that cock you fucker!!” I hesitated and Jill yelled at me to do as I was told she stamped her foot on the floor as she yelled. The anger on her face was intense and for the first time I realized that she was much angrier than I had imagined. I realized that I must have been the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back and I started licking the cock as my eyes darted from the TV to Jill. I looked funny licking the big black dildo and Jill was obviously enjoying the scene. She then ordered me to start sucking the cock. It was so big around that I had a hard time fitting it in my mouth and suddenly I grew worried that she may try and shove it up my ass. I didn’t have time to consider this thought very long before my next command came. “Now, hold that cock in your mouth and take off your pants. I want you to suck a big cock as you jerk your pitiful little penis!” She ended this comments with a sound of disgust. I held the plastic cock in my mouth breathing through my nose and started undoing my pants as Jill watched. My cock stirred and I felt it swell. I wasn’t sure if Jill wanted me to be excited or not so I struggled to remain flaccid. Soon I was nude from the waist down with my cock hanging semi hard in front of me the big dildo swinging from my mouth. I glanced over at the TV and when I did I saw my cock jerk and start to thicken. Jill also noticed and spoke up. “So you are getting excited fucker! So you are enjoying yourself!! Well that’s okay, might as well let you have some fun as I have mine! Okay mother fucker, start jerking that fucking cock for me, squeeze your dam balls and jerk your fucking cock!” I complied and was some what surprised to realize that it didn’t take but a few strokes for me to become fully erect! I was clearly enjoying myself even though I was also quite frightened about what Jill would do with the resulting video. The pictures of my cock and my stories were bad enough, this video was deadly. As I resigned myself to the realizations that I was really fucked, stopped worry so much and started enjoying the situation. I had to admit that I was living one of my fantasies! I turned my attention back to Jill and was pleased to see that she was also excited. Her face was flushed and I noticed her tongue flicker over her lips. I started jerking my cock hard, exaggerating the motions, thrusting my hips as I reached between my legs to tease my anus. Jill stared, obviously enjoying the show. I was approaching my orgasm and just kept on jerking. Suddenly Jill rose form her chair swearing, “Shit fucking don’t cum yet, I have plans for your fucking cum!” I was too close to stop and Jill realized this also as she grabbed one of the motel cups ripping off the plastic and rushing to hold it near my cock. She then ordered me to cum in the glass. As I grew closer to cuming Jill held the glass so that my cock was inside. She obviously didn’t want me to miss. With a gasp and loud moan I staggered and exploded. My knees weakened as I shot stream after stream of creamy cum into the glass! My body jerked and spasms washed over me as I came and came and came. Jill was careful too keep the cum over my cock catching all the cum I was spurting. I was amazed at how much was in the cup as the last drops were scraped from my cock head by the edge of the glass. Finally I was finished and just stood there in a daze the sensation of my orgasms washing over me like intense echoes. Jill didn’t let me enjoy myself for very long but ordered me to my knees. I then heard the camcorders lens zoom in on me. I glanced over at the TV and saw that my face was full screen with the big black dildo still in place.. Jill then ordered me to raise my head and remove the dildo. I realized what she had in mind and felt my throat tighten. Like many, if not all, men, I had tasted my cum. And on a few occasions I had enjoyed kissing a woman after getting a blow job. However, I had never had all my cum poured into my mouth. The sight off the glass with the thick pool of cum in the bottom made my eyes widen as I complied with Jill’s orders. She lifted the glass laughing as she did and brought it to my lips and slowly tipped the gals. I fel t the my cum slide over the edge of the glass and over my lips. The strong aroma filled my head as the pungent taste consumed me the cum covering my mouth. Jill suddenly ordered, “Don’t swallow you fucking fool! Hold your cum! Don’t swallow till I tell you too. I coughed as I struggled to keep from gagging as Jill raised the glass as the reminder of my cum dripped over my lips into my mouth. I coughed several more times as Jill used her finger to clean out the glass so that I would take all my cum. “Now fucker suck on the dildo and you cover the cock with your cum! Let me see your cum over that big black cock head!” I feared that people in neighboring rooms might hear her and so I complied quickly. Jill’s eyes were wild and intense as she watched me suck on the black dildo trying to keep from gagging. Jill pulled out the dildo to inspect it and rub it over my face leaving trails of cum. Finally she ordered me to swallow every last drop and show the camera that I had done it. I nearly vomited as I did as I was told. Eventually the sensation to vomit passed as I swallowed the last of my cum. Jill congratulated me on my success as she walked back to her seat. I heard her click off the camcorder as she sat down. She looked at me kneeling on the floor holding the black cock in my hand. She just stared at me as she thought. Finally she spoke up. “Go wash your face you fucking fool!” I stood up and walked into the bath room past Jill still holding the dildo. I quickly washed out my mouth and cleaned the cum from my face. I also washed the dildo. After drying my face and the dildo I returned to the other room and stood in front of Jill. She ordered me to my knees; rose from her chair lifted her dress and walked up to me. She wasn’t wearing any panties and it was clear that she was very excited. Briskly she ordered me to suck her pussy! I eagerly complied hopping that if I satisfied her she wouldn’t hate me so much. Her hips thrust strongly against my face as she held my head firmly against her body! Her juices quickly covered my face as she fucked me hard. She pushed harder on my head till I was pushed over to the ground and then she squatted on my face grinding her pussy into my mouth with fast hard thrusts! Her speed and pressure intensified as I struggled to breathe and use my tongue and mouth to please her! It was wildly exciting as she approached her orgasm. Here movements grew somatic as she lost control and her orgasms started washing over her. I kept on sucking and licking her as she lost control. Her clit was wonderfully hard and swollen. Finally Jill pushed me away and moved back to sit on my chest. I was grateful that she wasn’t a very large woman. I looked up at her and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing hard. Her breast moved with each breath and her nipples were erect beneath her blouse. She stayed resting for a while and I didn’t dare speak. Eventually Jill rose from the floor and went to the bathroom. I heard water running and then the toilet flushing. She returned to the room not looking at me. She collected the camera, put every thing she brought in a black gym bag, picked up her purse and headed for the door. As she opened it she told me to clean up, pay the bill and wait for her to tell me what to do next. She then turned and slammed the door behind her. I laid for a bit longer trying to soak up what had happened over the last few hours. I suddenly realized that my wife was probably waiting at the restaurant. I stood up and rushed to the bathroom knowing that I had to shower. As I removed my shirt I realized that it had drips of cum and pussy juice all over the front. I cursed as I rushed through my shower. I cleaned the shirts as completely as I could and left the room toward the reception. I was glad that there was an ATM in the lobby and withdrew enough money to pay the bill. The clerk didn’t say a thing and I realized that he was used to clients like me. I rushed from the motel, hailed a cab and asked to be taken to the closest mall. I had the cab wait as I rushed into Penny’s to by a shirt. I was grateful that I was wearing one of my many blue oxford shirts. After buying the shirt I went to the dressing room and balled the shirt up a few times before putting it on to make it look well worn. I tossed my stained shirt in a trash bin on my way out and rushed from the store. I sat quietly in the cab as we drove to the restaurant near home trying to make sense of what had just happened and to prepare myself for dinner with my wife. I struggled to make conversation over dinner and was pleased that my wife had met some friends at the restaurant. They all just assumed that my late night at work was the cause for my lack of engagement. I went straight to bed when we got home pleading a massive head ache. Sleep, however, didn’t come quickly as I lay in bed with my eyes closed, my mind replaying the experience in the motel room. At least I had the weekend to compose myself before facing Monday; well at least I thought I would have the weekend…. Continued…..