Doctor's Orders Ch. 2

She didn't know if Jack was going to help himself to her again. But she needed him to. She couldn't just call him and set him up. It wouldn't be obvious, but it would be suspicious given their current "relationship. "

She went upstairs and undressed. If she managed to get this done now, she could still bathe and nap before Steven returned home. She found a bottle of tanning oil. It was old, but it should work. She prefered high protection factors in sunscreen to the baking lotion she had used in college. Was this that old?

She grabbed a towel and went downstairs. She turned the music on to a radio station so that it would play through the outdoor speakers on the deck. She unlocked the front door, then she walked onto the back deck, laid her towel down in a lounge chair, adjusting it so that it faced Jack's house, and reclined.

She poured some of the oil onto her leg, and she began smoothing it over her skin. Her skin began to shimmer from the oil. She did this slowly, almost erotically, imagining that she was with a lover who wanted to take his time feeling every inch of her. She wasn't turned on in the least, but she hoped that Jack would catch the sound of the music and give a look her way. The rest she could leave to his baser instincts.

It was about four minutes later that she had worked her way up to her breasts, pouring oil on her left one, when Jack came through the door onto the deck.

"Hayley, I must say, you surprise me. Here I am thinking that my wife is coming home in a couple of days and generally feeling sorry for myself that I have to go back to ground beef after dining on a filet. I hadn't planned on fucking you today, but I started thinking of that tight bald pussy and your lucious tits, just waiting for me over here. And all I have to do is go over. And no sooner do I think this than I see that you're home. And not just that, but you're giving me a show. So, I'm over my shock. Now, let me help you with that oil. " He began massaging the oil into her breasts, somewhat roughly. He wasn't the lover that she had been imagining. He interrupted her thoughts. "So, I'm curious, why did you want me? I was clearly invited. You like my cock? Or did you want some more of my jism for that cum licking husband of yours?"

Hayley hadn't considered that particular kink, but decided that it was a good basis for getting this over with, and perhaps enjoying it, just a little, she told herself, too.

"Yeah, Jack, that's a lot of it. I've been thinking all morning about whatever you have in store for me tonight at the hotel. And it turned me on. You see how wet I am. "

Jack looked down at the bare skin where her legs met and placed a finger against her slit. Slopping wet. "Damn. "

"So, when I get turned on, there's certain fantasies that I like. So, I decided, yes, I wanted your cum. I want my husband to have a little fun before I go away tonight. It didn't seem right that I should just ask you, given that you're the prick that you are. But I didn't want to miss out, either. "

Jack stood. "Well, you're not going to miss out on a thing, you little slut. " He pulled his knit shirt over his head. "Why don't you do the rest?"

Hayley leaned up and sat at the end of the lounger. She could play the slut. She ran her fingers across his cock, feeling it tremble slightly under his shorts. She looked up into his eyes, giving him the fantasy of whatever he wanted her to be, as she undid his shorts and pulled them to the ground with his underwear.

"Suck me. You haven't done that before. "

She just grinned at him, and began licking his cock. He was clean, at least, but she was annoyed by the hairs that caught in her mouth. She concentrated on the head of his cock, licking it and slurping at it, noisily. Then she grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, causing the head of his cock to grow massively. She couldn't help but be impressed and gave him a couple more licks. With her other hand she grabbed his scrotum, just above his balls, squeezing them into their sac. Time for more acting. "Ooooh, Jack. Your balls feel so large and. heavy. I hope you're just full of cum. "

Jack started moving his pelvis, causing her hand to stroke his cock. "Now, now, big Jack. I don't want your cum out here. I want you to cum in my pussy. I want to feel this thick shaft inside me. I want you to fuck me," she licked her lips, ". HARD. "

She leaned back and spread her legs. She gripped her cunt lips with both hands and spread them so he could see her most private parts. Then she stared at his cock and added in a throaty whisper, "Fuck me. Jack. "

Jack went over to the deck chairs and removed two seat cushions. He threw them on the ground next to the lounger and said, "get on your hands and knees, slut. "

She did, and looking coyly back over her shoulder, she settled on her elbows and raised her hips, giving him a clear view of her sex. It wasn't a second before she felt him thrust into her.

Her playacting worked extremely well. His cockhead felt huge as he pushed his way in. In fact, his whole cock seemed larger. She didn't have to act now. "Ooooh. That feels so good. So good. You're so big. Oh. Oh. OOOhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me, that's it, fuck me, I want to feel you cum in me, that's it!" Her breath gave out, at least to speak, as she was just keeping up with sucking in air. She could feel his balls slap against her, all the way on her mound, as if they were wrapping around each thrust. She was spread so wide, and he was stretching her, and it felt so. good. Finally, he shot within her, three spurts that she could feel, and then she could only feel his convulsions. "Yes, that's it. Cum in me. I want every little drop. "

She rolled over, looking at him. He was holding his back, trying to straighten in a way that didn't hurt. "Come here. I'll suck you. I want you one more time. "

"Ahhh. No. I think I'm shot. Besides my back is killing me, and I've got to make a couple of arrangments for tonight. "

She didn't know what that would bring, but decided to stay in character. "Well, I'm sure there will be some more cum for my cunt, won't there?"

He shook his head and stood. "Count on it. I need to get going. " He began to dress, but still rubbed his back from time to time.

She waited a few moments, lying on the cushions. She kept her legs spread, so he could see his work. This caught his eye. Then she stood up, almost abruptly. "Hang on. I went to the quack doctor today. I'm feeling fine. You ought to give him a call; maybe you could last for two rounds then. I'll get his card. "

She went into the kitchen and retrieved it from her purse. She hoped that would do it. Give him a solution to his pain and challenge his masculinity to make him go. If it didn't work today, then it would the next time. It was her only hope.

Jack looked at her crotch. "Look, you and Steven have fun with that. But when you go to the motel tonight, you need to be all cleaned up. VIP, remember?"

"Gotcha. No hints?"

He walked to the front door, turned and smiled. "None. "

By the time Steven was home from work, Hayley was cleaned up. Steven would be going through enough that night, she was sure, that she didn't need to possibly make matters worse by having him lick her cunt. Although she had debated it.

They shared a rather quiet meal together. Salad, chicken, broccoli. Some bread. They didn't stock alcohol in the house, or that would have been included on this night.

Had it been raining, her choice of wardrobe would be easier. But it wasn't. So she selected her black dress. It more or less clung to her body. She wore a bra, and overall, it looked good. The absence of a panty-line was obvious, Steven mentioned. But she could tell he liked it.

They parked at the hotel, a few minutes early. "Are you sure you can do this?"

"Yeah. It's just one night. I'll get by. "

"Hayley, if somebody should hurt you. "

"I know. I'll handle it. It'll be okay, Steven. "

There wasn't much to say that hadn't been said.

They left the car in the garage, and walked through the lobby to the registration desk.

"Scott, Steven. "

"Ah yes, we have you in room 911. "

"That will be fine. " And just the way he had requested. If Hayley needed help, it was an easy room number to remember.

They finished sorting the registration details and went to the elevator, where Hayley pushed "9. "

"This is sort of different from the last time I rode an elevator in here. How ironic that it would be the same hotel. "

The elevator opened, and they found their room and entered. Hayley was happy to know that Steven would be nearby, and that she had a suitcase of clothes waiting. They sat on the bed, holding hands, not talking.

"It's time. "

"It's quiet over there," Hayley said, standing. "Help me a bit. "

Steven unzipped his wife's dress and unclasped her bra. She removed it, and he zipped her back up. Then she removed a shoe, and he slid a passkey to their room in it, in case she had the need and opportunity to bolt. She put her foot back in. The card was concealed well enough. "And here's the key for that room. "

He opened the door for her. The elevators were a short distance to the left of the room, and her appointment was in 913. Steven had hoped that there would be a connecting door between the rooms, so that he could at least listen for signs of trouble, but there wasn't.

He held her hands in his and slowly embraced her, pushing her against the corridor wall, next to the room. They kissed, and he let go. Steven said, "I've got my room key. I'll be through these doors at 9:00, on the dime. " Hayley nodded. "I love you. "

"I love you, too," she said. Steven rubbed her hips for a few moments, feeling his wife's body, before letting her go.

Hayley nodded, and Steven unzipped the back of her dress. It fell to the ground, and she stepped out of it. He quickly picked it up and hurried the 20' or so to his room door, which was recessed in the hallway. He heard Hayley slip the pass-key into the slot. By the time he looked, he saw just a peek of Hayley, wearing just the black g- string and high heeled, black spaghetti-strap shoes, entering the room. Steven went in and fell on the bed. Leaving your wife practically naked to enter a hotel room. was not a good thing to do. He just hadn't seen any options.

The first thing Hayley noticed was the cold. The temperature was really low. Her nipples were already hard, but the air made them almost painful, nevermind the goosebumps. She quickly closed the door behind her.

There was no one to be seen or heard. She had expected the opposite. She had expected. some number of people, just waiting to fuck a party slut. Why else would she have to show up without any clothes on? She stepped past the closet and the bathroom, peaking around the corner to where the bed was. Only, it wasn't a bed. It was a living area. She was in a suite. The TV wasn't even on.

She stepped a little further and found a tray of cheese and crackers. Wine. Grapes. Strawberries. She wasn't hungry. She turned a corner to find the bedroom.

A king size bed lay in the middle. It was was fully made, but the sheets were turned down. There were no video cameras that were apparent. The window shades were open, but an inner curtain covered the window. She was relieved, just cold. It wasn't the first impression she had been expecting.

"You look like you need to be warmed. " It was a deep voice, a bass. She turned and looked. "My name is Henry. " He was leaning against a doorframe to a second bathroom. She couldn't help but look him over from head to toe. He was perhaps 6' 6", huge. He had the build of Dolph Lungren. His face was handsome, almost european looking. His body rippled with muscle, his abdomen pronounced. He was hairless from the shoulders down, and his body glistened. He could be Superman without a uniform. And he was without.

And it was obvious what he wanted with her. Everything about him spoke of strength. Long fingers, big hands. A wide chest tapering to a small waist, set high above long legs. And a cock that that just hung from his crotch. She had never scene anything like it. It wasn't erect, it was just. huge. hanging. and marvelously black. It swung with his steps as he approached her. She tried, but she couldn't look away.

"I saw you with Jack, and I knew you would be a special treat. " And with that, he grabbed her long brown hair and pulled her head back, to begin with a kiss. After a few brushes of the lips, she realized that he had a long tongue, too. But she could make do with hers, and she could tell he appreciated her fighting spirit. He broke off their kiss and smiled at her. Just as her romance novel fantasy had come true in a fashion, it appeared her recurring dreams were about to do so. It was as if her body had been waiting for this. This wasn't at all what she had expected. She looked up at him and reached for his cock. Then she had to look down again, to see what she was handling.

He grinned at her. "So, you're warming to your task. " He wasn't hard, but he was hardening. Her fist was in the middle of his shaft, and she had room for hands on either side. 10 inches? 11? "It's 11 inches long. . . in case you were wondering. " She just stared at the monster in her hand. She couldn't reach around it with her fingers. "And it's seven inches around at the thickest point. I'll bet that you've never had a black man before, have you?"

Hayley found her voice. "Yes. Once. Not as big. " It was all she could say.

"I'm surprised. But that's good. There's something about a white woman that I just love. Your hair, for one. It's nice. I like the way it feels, the way it sifts through my fingers. And I like the way your breasts look. Don't get me wrong. Black women look fine. But I like the pink nipples. It makes white women look more, feminine, and it makes your breasts look like they're asking to be sucked. And I like to see the color of my hand against your skin. " He placed his hand on her abdomen. It seemed to cover her entire mid-section. He rubbed his hand around, as if he was feeling a baby inside. "But mostly, I like to. " He was interrupted.

"Come on. Show me. " Hayley was still looking at his cock as she put her fingers through the side of her thong, sending it quickly to her feet. She removed her feet from her shoes a little more carefully, not wanting the passkey to be obvious. She leaned back on the bed, her knees at its edge. She reached for his cock again, and began stroking it. The monster seemed to leap to life. As his cock began to rise, the view opened to his massive ball sac. It had to hang over six inches, longer than Steven's cock. And the size of his balls were. huge. She gave a silent laugh remembering the lies she had complimented Jack with. But this.

The head of his cock frightened her. As he neared her cunt, it seemed to grow. There was no way it was going to fit. He dipped just the tip into her slit, and the sensation of heat was overpowering. He backed away slightly. The tip of his cock was wet with her juices. He reached his long black fingers towards her sex and parted her cunt, holding her open as he reinserted his cock. It was hard and straight. He didn't even have to use his hands for something so. massive. The feeling was. exquisite. The head of his cock just seemed to keep opening and opening her tight passage. Just when she felt like she couldn't take any more, her muscles collapsed around the thickness of his shaft. He was in, and she felt full already. But he wasn't moving, so there was little satisfaction in it. But she just felt. full. She couldn't imagine how this was going to work.

A "No!" came from somewhere inside her as he slowly retracted the head of his cock, completely exiting her, the sensation feeling like he was almost tearing her, yet it was still pleasure that washed through her. Even the slit on his cock was huge. He pressed inward again. It was. intense. It would never bring her to orgasm, it just. . tightened every muscle in her body. She felt the head pass her inner muscles again before they constricted around his shaft once more, and she still felt stretched. He pushed probably an inch, and her body began to shake. It was hard to breathe. He removed himself slowly, once more. Even after withdrawing, her body continued to shake. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

She shook her head, but she couldn't seem to stop the shaking. He gave a light laugh, and began again. "It's always like this. It's why I need all night, sort of. It takes a while just to get you ready. " He went deeper this time. She was still shaking, and he kept pushing until she gave a slight wince, then withdrew, but not all the way out this time. He pushed again and. seemed to. find a different path. Maybe her organs moved. It felt better, and it felt new. She had never been touched there. He began to withdraw. She decided to distract herself from the shaking by doing some quick math. Let's see, about 2" for just the head, and maybe 5" farther. Four to go. There was no way.

She felt him push again, gently yet firmly, well past the point where Steven usually "hit. " He had always seemed like a perfect fit, and now. She could feel the mass within her pull back again, then forward. She was breathing heavily now, searching for oxygen, her muscles throughout her body screaming due to the tension. He was pushing again, and. she saw stars. He had found a place, somewhere, where he just. fit. She looked up to see him smile.

"There's always a way. Patience. " He withdrew again, then pushed back into her, finding the same place twice. And. again. Then faster. It felt like he was in her abdomen. He was, she realized. His cock was where his hand was earlier. It was as he picked up speed and force that she began to feel his balls. She loved the feel of a man's balls slapping against her sensitive areas. With his cock so deep in her, it was like two time zones of sensation.

He held her tightly, and somehow, managed to turn her over, moving her leg across while still keeping part of his cock inside her. Incredible. She was on her hands and knees when he gave his next thrust. The sensation caused her arms to collapse. His giant hands remained on her hips, keeping her cunt in position for his next thrust. And he had control. Her head was spinning. If she had decided to count his strokes, it would have been impossible. Maybe she couldn't count that high, and she couldn't keep a thought in her head anyway. He thrust into her again, the length of his tool giving so much continuous sensations. She started seeing colors through her eyelids. dancing. swirling. sparking. Then she started feeling warm inside. It took her a few moments to realize he was cumming. It was so different. She felt the twitching within her, but there weren't streams of jism. There just wasn't enough room. It was more of a flood, a hot one. He was just filling her up.

Finally, he withdrew. She rolled over to see his cock, still massive, still stiff, coated with shiny fluids. His balls still hung loosely. He had much more cum to give her.

"Watch," he said. He inserted a finger into her cunt. She didn't even feel him. "You're not watching. "

She looked at his hand, and he reentered his finger. A wave of cum oozed from her opening. It made her dizzy thinking about it. He withdrew his finger so that only his fingertip was in her. And just like that, he found her sensitive spot, a slight ridge in her opening wall, well before her g-spot. He rubbed at it, pressing against the ridge along it's length. She came hard. And noisily.

While she was recovering her breath, he moved up her body, squatting at the side of her head. He placed his warm cock across her lips. She normally didn't like sucking Steven's cock, at least beyond some playful licks, but this. this was deserving. She slid her mouth along its length, slowly, but still. it took so long to reach the base. She was amazed at the texture of his shaft, the different sizes of veins, some of which were just huge. Then she worked her way back up. She didn't know how he managed to keep it so smooth, but it was like a treat. She tried scraping his cock with her teeth. She couldn't even fit the girth of his shaft between her lips. And she tasted their juices that she picked up along the way, but she didn't care. Maybe this was how Steven. The shock of the thought stunned her, that it could possibly turn him on. Steven. She had forgotten that he was just a room away from. this.