Desperation Payments Ch. 03

Desperation Payments

Chapter Three

Sarah sat in the small lavatory, questioning herself, when she was startled by a knock.

"Sarah? Are you in there?" asked Em. "Are you ok? Do you need help?"

Sarah stood up and flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and exited. John and Em were there wearing long, thick hotel robes. Em saw Sarah standing there naked and grabbed another robe from a drawer and draped it around her.

"Put this on, Sarah," she motioned for Sarah to put her arms through the sleeves.

Sarah brushed her off, walking naked to the living area, where lunch had been left, seemingly hours earlier. Em looked at John, concerned. John shrugged. Sarah took meats from the small buffet there and started chewing them, taking bites while holding them in her hand. She poured herself a glass of champagne, downed it all in one gulp and then poured another.

"Take it easy on that stuff," warned John. "Part of the deal was to not get drunk, remember?"

Sarah stood there, looking at John for a long while, chewing slowly.

"Pff!" scoffed Sarah.

She downed the second glass of champagne and set the flute down. She gestured at it sarcastically while staring down John.

"There, happy?"

Sarah ate some more, meeting John's and Em's gazes separately, defiantly.

"So what's next on the freak agenda?" asked Sarah matter-of-factly. "Wanna tie me up? Want me to whip you?"

"Uh... I'm pretty sore right now, so I'd like to take a rest if possible," said Em, softly.

"Yeah, I just finished having sex with Em in the shower," admitted John. "I'm gonna need to rest a bit. You know, the old refractory period?"

"Come on! We have until Sunday morning and it's already Saturday afternoon," observed Sarah. "Use your time efficiently! I still want to do it while I'm feeling the effects of the drug."

"Why don't you go take a long shower?" instructed John. "Do your hair and makeup again. I had an outfit I was going to lay out for you for Sunday, but since we're not doing Sunday any more I'll lay it out for you now."

John looked over at Em. "You too. I have an outfit for you and you need to freshen yourself up."

"What? Why? I just got out of the shower!" complained Em.

"Just do your hair and make up and put on the outfit."

"Oh come on! Make up?"

"Hey, YOU'RE the one who makes herself look good with makeup on purpose. Not me! Just because you're not hitting the club doesn't mean you aren't going to look as sexy as possible. You're doing it for ME! Because I'M the one footing the bill for EVERYTHING... including your expensive makeup. Understand?"

Em looked angry for a brief moment, then seemed to catch herself. She lowered her head and nodded. She grabbed a small bag from her satchel. On her way to the small lavatory, John handed her a shopping bag.

"Here's your outfit," John commanded.

Em grabbed it wordlessly without reaction. She turned and went to John's bag and took another dropper full of medicine. Sarah took it from her and gave herself some too. Em smiled at Sarah almost apologetically.

"Here's your outfit, Sarah," John ordered, handing Sarah a different shopping bag.

"I still need to recover, so take your time. Get made up right." said John, his tone becoming businesslike.

Sarah walked up to John and got in his face.

"No more anal. It fucking hurts," warned Sarah, glaring at John.

"Sorry, Sarah," said John coldly, staring back. "As long as you're here and the deal is active, anal is on the table at all times. And don't even pretend you didn't enjoy it thoroughly. I was there, remember?"

Sarah backed down, knowing she didn't have a lot of negotiating space. She walked to the master bath to take a shower.

As soon as the door closed, John walked quickly to Em before she could close the lavatory door.

"What the fuck has gotten into her, do you think?" asked John, whispering.

"Oh I don't know, John," replied Em sarcastically. "You turned her into a bisexual anal slut who really enjoys double penetration all in the span of about 30 minutes. Maybe it's a trauma response."

Em slammed the door on John. John sighed heavily, annoyed. The reality of the arrangements he made was settling heavily on him.

Sarah showered herself, spending extra time on her hygiene. She grabbed the showerhead and placed it underneath herself, feeling the warm water spraying on her pussy. She lay the showerhead down onto the floor and squatted over it and started rubbing her clitoris. Her pussy started throbbing with pleasure as she felt an orgasm rush onward to flow over her. It wasn't as intense as her previous ones this weekend, but it was good enough for now.

After thoroughly drying herself, she styled her hair in a dramatic long wave. Then, she did her makeup: understated rouge, crimson lips, smoky dark eyes, and long eyelashes. She took out the clothes that John put in the shopping bag. It was a pink satin Playboy bunny suit. John got the size correct again. The suit itself was very well made, it compressed her waist (which didn't need compressing at all) and lifted up her breasts, making them look even fuller. She looked behind and saw a big puffy bunny tail. She fluffed it up a little. Then she put on the headband that had the large pink satin bunny ears, one ear strategically bent. After that, she rolled up some black thigh high stockings and slipped her feet into her stilettos. After lightly spraying a little scent on herself, she walked out of the bathroom.

She saw Em and John standing next to the lunch buffet, drinking champagne. Em was dressed in a French maid outfit that was very detailed in its construction. The tight black and white satin bodice had functional buttons and frills, with small, almost vestigial puffy sleeves. The skirt was a platter tutu style, with black and white tulle. She had a small, perfunctory satin apron tied around her small waist. A small lace bonnet topped her head. In one hand she held a feather duster. The outfit was completed by high black pumps.

The drug was taking its full effect by this time and Sarah strutted over to the champagne and poured herself a glass. She did a catwalk turn, displaying her outfit and figure to her audience of two.

"You're really throwing yourself into this now," observed John. "You're no longer the reluctant participant that walked into this room yesterday. Have we forgotten that we're married? Hmmm?"

Em choked on her champagne and coughed for a bit.

"John! What the fuck? Why would you say that?" Em chided.

"I just wish her husband could see her now," sneered John. "I wonder what he'd think?"

Sarah was overwhelmed with guilt and sat down on the sofa. She put her head in her hands and began to cry softly. Em sat next to her and hugged her.

"Shh! Shh! Shh! Hey Sarah, it's ok. You're doing ok. Just remember why you're here and who you're doing all of this for. You're doing this not only for your husband but for your marriage and for your future."

"We're going to try to get pregnant this year," she cried. "I want to start a family with him so badly."

"Can I see a picture of him, Sarah?" asked Em.

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, man!" sighed John, rolling his eyes.

He poured himself another champagne and sat down in a comfy chair, scrolling on his phone idly.

Sarah went to her bag and retrieved her phone. She unlocked it and showed Em pictures of her and Jake at their wedding, on tropical vacations, and hanging around their apartment. Em gasped.

"Oh wow! He's just the kind of guy I went for before I got involved with THAT asshole," commented Em, gesturing at John, who was oblivious. "Did you say he was an engineer?"

"Yes," sniffed Sarah. "A chemical engineer."

"So he's smart too?" said Em, astonished.

"He's so great. I'm so lucky. I'm such a terrible person for doing this to him," wept Sarah.

"No, Sarah, you're doing this FOR him," assured Em. "I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to him."

She turned to Sarah and held both sides of her face.

"Whatever you do, Sarah," she started, seriously. "Whatever you do, DO NOT tell him. Don't unload your guilt on him. You just need to live with this secret and make it up to him by making sure his balls are empty and his belly is full. Learn how to make gourmet meals. Do whatever he likes in bed. If you can't be enthusiastic about it, FAKE IT!"

Sarah chuckled a little and Em hugged her. When she broke their hug, Em put her forehead against Sarah's.

"Is the medicine kicking in yet?" asked Em.

Sarah responded by pulling her into her embrace, kissing her deeply and passionately. Em moaned into her mouth and began kissing her back, their tongues intertwining and wrapping around each other, sending out loud wet smacks. Sarah's pussy began flowing and her mind was taken off her husband, going blank.

Sarah stood up and pulled Em to the king size bed. She lay down with her head on a pillow. Both of her bunny ears were bent by the head board of the bed. She reached between her legs and unsnapped the crotch of the bunny suit. Her pussy was already soaked. She began rubbing it furiously.

"Put your mouth on my pussy, Em!" begged Sarah.

Em smiled and went down on Sarah, her hot wet mouth enveloping Sarah's newly exposed pussy and licking and sucking it.

Sarah's newly sensitive body, thanks to the drug, craved flavor.

"I want to taste you too," said Sarah.

Em retreated, smiling while Sarah began rubbing her clit with her fingers. Em reached behind and removed the platter skirt which was attached with velcro and tossed it aside. She took off the bloomers, revealing that the maid outfit was a bodysuit too. Em reached between her legs and unsnapped the crotch of the outfit and climbed over on to Sarah in a 69 position. Her face went down between Sarah's legs again and she started sucking and licking Sarah's pussy.

Sarah looked at Em's bald cunt. She sniffed it, not detecting any bad odor. It was a musky smell. She worked her fingers just inside it and felt the wetness of it. She pinched Em's clitoris between her thumb and forefinger slightly and rubbed it in between them, causing Em to shiver.

"Stop teasing me, Sarah," complained Em.

Sarah enveloped Em's pussy with her mouth. She began licking her pussy lips and tonguing her clit; stopping to suck on it a little. Em shivered behind her mouth

"God, I love it so much!" cried Em. "You're getting really good at this!"

Em's head went down to begin licking Sarah's pussy, causing Sarah to moan into Em's cunt.

"Roll over, you guys," said John, standing at the base of the bed.

Em got off of Sarah and rolled onto her back, her head next to John. Sarah got on top of her on all fours, giving Em two pillows to prop her head up to meet her sopping wet pussy.

John climbed onto the bed on his knees. He moved up to Sarah's pussy and pushed Em's face away.

"Wait a minute," he instructed.

He smeared the head of his cock against Sarah's pussy lips, getting it wet. Then he pushed his dick inside her cunt. It slid in slowly.

"Jesus, you're tighter than yesterday. How the fuck do you DO that?! I'm not going to last long at all! Sorry!" cried John.

Sarah used her muscles to clamp down on his cock like he had taught her before. John was helpless before her onslaught. He sawed his cock in and out of Sarah's pussy, seeing his shaft glisten with her juices. He felt that familiar twinge of and orgasm starting at the sides of his dick and then rushing to the tip and down the shaft. He threw his head back, moaning as his cock began to uncontrollably spurt forth jets of cum into Sarah's tight pussy.

Meanwhile, Sarah enjoyed the motion of John's cock inside her, but it was over too quickly. After John was spent he fell aside, breathing heavily and extending his orgasm slightly by fondling his messy prick.

Em latched on to Sarah's pussy after John pulled out and began sucking out John's bitter batch from it.

"Don't swallow it," instructed John, breathlessly. "Feed it to her like a baby bird."

After Em finished cleaning up Sarah's pussy, she pushed off Sarah and climbed around to face her. She took Sarah's face in her hand.

"Open up, Sarah," said John.

Sarah reluctantly opened her mouth and Em let John's cum drool from her slightly parted lips as it oozed slowly into her mouth. At the same time, Em plunged her fingers inside Sarah's still wet pussy and began to stroke the sides of her walls, glancing against her cervix. Sarah breathed heavily through her nose while Em was fingering her and feeding her John's cum.

"Give it back to her Sarah," instructed John.

Sarah got up on her knees. She was taller than Em so she could look down at Em and drool John's cum into her mouth. After she was done, Sarah moved her face to Em's and began tongue kissing her passionately, sharing John's cum.

"God, I wish her husband could be here to see his little wifey swapping my cum with a stranger," laughed John.

The two girls were too caught up in the moment for John's comment to register. He lay down on the bed next to the women and looked over at them.

"Strip off each other's clothes," instructed John.

Sarah undid the buttons of Em's maid uniform, loosening up the top so the maid outfit bodysuit slid down off of her easily. As soon as Em's breasts were exposed, Sarah latched her mouth onto them and began licking her nipples as she was sucking them. Em threw her head back with a sigh as Sarah feasted on Em's breasts.

Sarah withdrew and started unzipping her bunny suit slowly, until Em slapped her hand away and yanked the zipper down, causing Sarah to laugh slightly. Sarah pulled off her outfit and Em began slavering over Sarah's breasts with her tongue and lips.

Sarah pulled up Em's face and kissed her deeply, their tongues lapping each other as their lips made loud wet smacking sounds. That was all John needed to get fully hard again.

"Sarah, climb on me," ordered John.

Sarah dutifully obeyed and slung her left leg over John's waist, grabbing his cock and rubbing it on her pussy lips before pressing it inside. She then lowered herself onto John's cock and began undulating her hips forwards and back. She began to swirl her hips around, feeling John's cock sliding around her insides. It felt good but she felt nothing for John, so she helped herself along by leaning back and rubbing her clitoris with her hand as Em slid over to them.

"Let me help you," she offered.

Em pulled away Sarah's hand and began tonguing and sucking Sarah's clit. Sarah clenched the same muscles that she used to force herself to stop peeing. John moaned. They continued like that for a while as pleasure built up in Sarah's clit.

Sarah then got aggressive. Gently pushing away Em's head, she put her legs under herself and squatted slightly. She leaned forward, putting her hands next to John's head on the bed. Then, Sarah began slamming her pussy down on John's cock with heavy thrusts.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" shouted Sarah, tightening her pelvic floor muscles.

John cried out and blasted the insides of Sarah's pussy with his cum again.

"Ugh, you're useless," said Sarah, disgusted.

Sarah rolled off of him and grabbed the strap on harness from the night stand while still rubbing her clitoris. She paused briefly to turn on the cock vibrator and began to fuck herself with the fake cock. She used her off hand to rub her pussy. Em dropped into bed beside Sarah and began sucking and licking her breasts. Em sucked in Sarah's nipples between her teeth.

"God! That feels so good!" cried Sarah.

They lay like that for a while, until Sarah began nodding her head forward and backward, her back arching and her face a rictus of pleasure.

"AH! HAH! I'm cumming!"

Sarah's thrashing subsided after a bit and she rolled over, breathless and spasming with orgasm "aftershocks".

"I'm tired," she said lazily, her eyes half shut.

Em kissed her tenderly for a long time as Sarah drifted off to sleep.

Sarah had a nightmare of her husband crying and asking her why.

She was awakened by someone shaking her. She groggily looked up and saw John standing there next to the bed. He had his limp cock out between his fingers.

"Suck it," he directed Sarah.

Sarah leaned over without speaking and took John's dick in her mouth and began sucking it, swirling her tongue around it. She felt her pussy getting wet as she did, and as soon as John's cock was erect, he pulled it out of her mouth.

"Spread your legs, Sarah," said John.

Sarah sighed and opened up her legs. Her pussy was wet enough that John was able to stick his cock in her, but not as wet as before. As he moved his dick in and out, her pussy walls became more wet and greased the motion of his thrusts. She began feeling good.

"If you want this to last, don't tighten up," warned John.

Pleasure began flowing from her pussy up into her body. She reached down and started rubbing her clit and moaning. John's thrusts became more and more strong.

"Fuck me hard, John. Fuck me!" whispered Sarah, her eyes shut.

Lightning struck again as Sarah arched her back, crying out as a wave of pleasure enslaved her body.

"FUCK! FUCK!" she cried, as her nerves shattered with pleasure.

John kept thrusting.

"Now you can tighten up, Sarah," said John.

Sarah flexed her pelvic floor and John's face contorted into blessed torture. He thrust one final time and cried out as he pumped his cum into Sarah's cunt.

He fell aside into the middle of the bed and rolled over to hug Em, who was still unconscious.

Sarah caught her breath, looking at the clock. It was 3AM. She got up and shut the door. She called room service and ordered a thick slice of chocolate cake, a la mode, along with some coffee.

She wanted to pick up her phone from her bag, but she dreaded seeing messages from her husband. She elected instead to turn on the TV at a low volume. After a while, there was a soft knock at the door and Sarah grabbed John's money clip from the table and walked to the door. She opened it up.

The dining attendant was shocked to see Sarah, dressed in nothing but black thigh high stockings, beckoning him in. He nervously pushed the cart into the room, poured her a cup of coffee from a silver pot, and smiled as he bowed, walking backwards to the door. Sarah peeled off $100 from John's money clip and stuffed it into the attendants pants next to his erect penis. She smiled as the attendant scrambled to get away.

She ate the cake messily and drank coffee until dawn broke through the large windows of the honeymoon suite.

End of Chapter Three

I'm going to write a few different endings for this series next. Hoping to run the gamut of possibilities.