Merry Weekday Widows - J J Lacey (most inspirational books TXT) 📗

and you can fuck her any way you like. She has been told to obey your every wish, so have we a deal Felu, her in half payment for the drugs."

 

Felu smiled and leaned to his left, to pick up a large paper bag he placed on a table. As Alex replaced the bag with a bulging envelope, Felu took Janet's hands and encouraged her to kneel between his open legs. Then as Alex was leaving the room, he looked back into the room as the door was closing, to see Janet's head bobbing up and down over the drug boss's lap.

 

When that door closed again at ten- forty, the last of the Samoan's had just passed through it. Leaving Janet curled up on the bed, where the last of them had left her after fucking her arse. She lay utterly exhorted, after three and a half hours of nonstop sex. Because after they had fucked her for the first time, she had a cock fucking her continually. Seeing there were three of them, by the time the third had fucked her, the first had regained his erection and was fucking her again.

 

Janet lay quits still her head swimming, as she was still under the influence of the drugs. They had given her some white powder to take, which had made her fussier then she was. Making her as limp as a rag doll, they pulled around as they wished to fuck and make her suck them. What they had not made Janet drink of their cum, now oozed from her swollen vagina and anus. The two last Samoans ejaculated inside her, after fucking her in double penetration sex.

 

It had been the second time they had fucked her that way, Janet could not remember how many times she had been fucked in total. To her, it had been one long fuck, as there was always a cock in her. Likewise, she had no idea how many time she herself had climaxed, she could remember one Samoan lapping up the orgasm he had given her while fucking her. Apart from that, she was the one drinking their semen after they had fucked her.

 

It was almost eleven when Janet stared her aching body and stood under a refreshing shower to revive her. Then using the hotel phone and the list of taxi firms, she tried to organise a lift home. Only to be told there would be no taxis available for that location, until one or two in the morning. Now she had no other choice, but to use the only other phone number she knew, to get her home. When he answered, Roberto, said he would be there in fifteen minutes.

 

Janet was devastated at having to ring Roberto, as she looked at herself in the mirror. He would know at a glance, what she had been in that room for. Her hair was a mess and so was her makeup, and this dress she wore showing her tits and the harlot she was. That had just spent three hours being fucked, by three burly men in a seedy motel room on the outskirts of town. She was near to tears, as she waited for him to knock on the door, and jumped in fright when he did.

 

Janet saw his eyes open wide as he looked at her when she opened the door for him, she went to look away but looked down to see that bulge in his shorts. The drug they had given her was still affecting her and would have allowed him to take her back into the room. She would have been unable to stop him fucking her, and just stood to wait for him to make his move. He did by taking her arm, and leading her to his car.  

 

Chapter 18

Eight hours of sleep, seemed to have done Janet good, though she had a somewhat fussy head it was not troublesome. In fact, she felt quite refreshed after her deep sleep, and her vagina had returned to its normal size, it was her memory of last night that worry her a little. Although being drugged, the things they did to her were crystal clear. Her willingness to have sex with them was all due to the sex drug, Janet argued to herself. The thing that worried Janet now, was the feeling she had when Roberto had appeared at the door of the motel room.

 

He had openly looked at the plunging neckline of her dress, with almost half of her breasts on display. She had seen the movement of his penis, as it hardened inside his shorts. She had become flustered and hot and wanted to see what he was hiding inside his shorts. If he had made any sort of sexual advance towards her, she would have opened her legs and welcomed him between them. At that moment, she felt disappointment, when he led her away from that room.

 

How would she feel, and how would he treat her when they met again after he has seen her in the state they had left her. He would know why she was in that room, and why she was dressed as she was. He had always treated her kindly and ladylike, would he now treat her like the slut Alex had turned her into. Would he too demand sex from her to keep her secret? That's what was in her thoughts now.

 

That was the reason she did not want to ring him last night, he was her friend's lover and she saw him every week. The drug dealers, she may never see again, 'she hoped', though Alex had threatened, there might be other men she would entertain. Another drug dealer maybe, or friends and workmates like Frank. He had those photos he was blackmailing her with; at the moment he had complete control over her.

 

Right now though it was Roberto, she was worried about seeing again. In the fully illuminated entrance of the motel, he had helped her enter the car. As she had sat, her dress had gaped open, showing him more of her breasts than before. The bottom of the dress had also fallen either side of her legs. He must have seen her naked puffy vagina, as she lifted one leg after the other into the car. She had looked up at him as she moved her legs, and he had smiled at her.

 

It would soon be eleven, and they would soon be here to take her for lunch and shopping. Should she go or cry off sick, she would have to ring Sandra soon if she were. It was mid-summer now and the temperature was in the high thirties, as she stood naked in front of her wardrobe she wondered what to wear. To cover up completely would be too insufferable; all her summer dresses were light short revelling ones. With low necklines and high hems, that revealed most of her legs.

 

Her choice was a wide-legged lightweight trouser suit; the jacket would be removed once in the restaurant. Which meant Roberto would not see the skimpy camisole top under it, and the cleavage of her breasts it revealed. She tried not to look at him as she walked to the car, and blushed slightly as he asked if she was feeling any better after last night. Sandra looked at her suspiciously, as she greeted her in the car, she had heard Roberto's question and wondered why he had asked it.

 

Moving around the shops Janet seemed herself, chatting and making comments of what the girls were trying on. Though she never bought anything herself, she seemed happy to be among her friends. Over lunch, they joked and shared bottles of wine, to her friends Janet seemed to be her happy self. Only in the car on the way home at two, Janet began to fidget and look anxious. As they entered their housing estate, Janet was wringing her hands anxiously.

 

After three stops they were approaching her home, and she was trembling. She was relieved to see, Alex's land cruiser wasn't parked opposite her house as usual. She nervously unlocked the door, expecting Alex to grab her at any moment. Gingerly opening the door she entered, and with a large shy of relief closed the door behind her. She could not believe it, by now he would have stripped her, and made her kneel before him.

 

He had not come as usual and she seemed not to know what to do, in a daydream she made her way upstairs to change. On her return to the downstairs, there was a knocking at the door. It opened, and Alex walked in and Janet froze where she stood as he smiled at her. "Hello my sexy girl, did you think I wasn't coming." He said moving towards her, "Got delayed by our friends of last night. Said how much they enjoyed your company, want to repeat it in a mouths time."

 

"No," Janet said boldly, still frozen and trembling on the same spot, but with a defiant look on her face. "You left me there with them for over three hours, so they could molest me. I thought you loved me, but you are treating me like a prostitute. How much did Frank pay you to have sex with me, I'm not doing it again Alex, we're finished go now I don't want to see you again." Janet said stamping her feet, her face a little redder as her anger rose. 

 

Alex's smile widened as he stepped towards her, his hand pulling an envelope from his pocket. "Janet are you saying you didn't enjoy last nights sex romp at the motel, our friends thought differently. Felu said you were on your knees, sucking his cock before I was out the door. All three said you readily climaxed when they sucked your cunt and fucked you. Are you calling them liars?"  From the envelope, Alex took a hand full of photos and turned one for Janet to see it and ask.

 

"Would you say that's a photo of a woman who doesn't like having sex, look closely Janet there's a big black man fucking her as she sucking a big black cock. They took these photos of you at my request, in every one of them; you are getting your cunt fucked while sucking a big black cock. Look at this one Janet; you're getting it in the arse as well as your cunt."

 

 

"If I showed this to hubby, do you think he would believe you if you said you had had a few drinks and didn't know it was happening? Even if you thought you could convince him that was true, what do you think he would say if I show him this one? Looks like your enjoying all three Samoans at once Janet, you certainly let him spread your legs wide? "

 

 

Janet was speechless, as she looked at the explicit photos, of her being fucked by the three black men. There must have been fifteen photos of them, each one showing her in different poses. In each one of them, she had a cock in her vagina as well as her mouth. Not one showed her repulsed, at what they were doing