Part 2

Vicki lay on the bed, naked and sticky from a mixture of sweat and sex. She felt strangely, as if she’d just had the most torrid sex of her life, yet she’d been alone in the room all afternoon. So much had happened in that time, and so much had changed.

She’d walked in that door with her life falling apart; terrified, the victim of a thief and the virtual hostage of a perverted extortionist. Now, she had to laugh. The man she loved, her husband and business partner turned out to be the thief, and that pervert? He was the guy who discovered the truth. For that, she could easily forgive his little game of sexual blackmail.

Vicki sat up, stretching her tired muscles. That man who turned out to be her savior was the pervert extortionist. The irony was delicious. Glancing at the webcam, she couldn’t help but smile. “I’m taking that cam with me, Mister Caller. Just so you know.”

She had no idea if he was still watching but she stood up and posed for him anyway, just to give him a look at what he could have if he joined her in the shower. “I hope you’re recording because tonight may be the last time you get to see me like this.”

Turning to give the cam a good shot of her ass, she poured the last bit of the champagne and walked to the shower, feeling more free and relaxed than she had in years.

Vicki was still feeling the high of orgasmic afterglow as she let down her blonde hair, fluffing it over her shoulders. Gazing at her reflection as she waited for the water to heat, she smiled wanly at the disheveled mess she’d made of herself.

That felt so good. I haven’t cum that hard since, hell, maybe ever. Whoever that guy is, he really knew how to get into my head.

Her legs ached and her pussy was still pulsing from the orgasm she’d shared with that mysterious caller. It was the singularly most exciting experience she’d had in years, and to her shock, she felt no shame for it at all.

Stepping into the shower, she stood under the hot spray, basking in the heat and pressure as the spray cascaded over her supple, female form. Idly, she watched the trickles become streams as they ran over her curves and flowed off the rise of her breasts. Already, she felt her desire growing, and impatient for her caller to appear.

She needn't have worried. At that very moment, a man she hadn’t seen, the same man who paid for the hotel room, and coerced her into masturbating on a webcam for him, used his own key to open the door.

He knew she was in the shower. She’d told him she would be there, and he heard the water running in the bath. Moving to the dresser, he unplugged the webcam he had set up earlier. He had no intention of allowing himself to be recorded in an illicit situation, even by himself.

She didn't hear him enter the bath and remained under the spray while he removed his clothing. Only when he slid open the shower door did he speak, and then only to keep her from feeling threatened by his entrance.

“I'm here, Vic,” he said at the entrance to the shower.

Vicki didn't move, other than to further turn her back to him and lean seductively against the wall. Her heart was pounding now, and her stomach was fluttering with both fear and anticipation. “I’ve grown comfortable with your voice. It's strong and intelligent and, my God, you turn me on. I’d like to hear it a bit longer before I finally see your face.”

“And I've grown hard watching you. You are incredibly sexy, and your body is...,” A quick intake of his breath followed before he spoke again “And I’ve been longing to touch you.”

His finger, a single, lone digit, traced down her spine as he spoke, causing the water to flow around it as it coursed down her flawless skin.

Vicki didn't know what to expect but that single touch affected her more deeply than she would have believed. It spoke of tenderness and control. Control over himself, and his control over her.

And that's what he'd been doing all day. Controlling her, and bending her to his needs. And she was glad he did. Reaching behind her, she found his cock, thankfully hard and pleasantly large.

She heard him grunt and his penis twitched under her touch. She didn't grasp him, she would let him lead. She just wanted to feel him, even if only with her fingertips.

His touch on her back responded to hers, becoming three fingers and then the palm of his hand. He was moving closer to her, wetting himself the the warm spray until he was close enough to encircle her waist in his arms.

Vicki trembled, holding still and keeping her eyes closed and she explored him with her other senses. He was strong, she felt that in his arms. He held her to his chest, and she could feel his power. She knew she wouldn't be able to break that hold even if she desired to do so.

But she had no such desire. In a moment, she knew much more about his body. He was tall, she knew that as his head dipped to reach her neck, and he was strong. She felt thick hair on his chest, a chest now pressed against her back, and it was only the strength in his arms keeping her from being forced against the wall.

And he was bearded, she realized. She could feel the thick hair on his face tickling her neck as his rough lips trailed down to her nape.

Vicki cooed, holding his arms as he encircled her waist, letting the sensations flow into her mind. She felt his hard cock pressing into her rump, its long shaft lying snugly between the firm half moons of her ass.

Vicki picked up the shampoo and squirted a thick line over her shoulders, causing it to lube her back and wash down in a thick rivulet into that magical cleft in which his manhood lay trapped.

She soon felt him rock, up and back, working his cock deeper between those globes and she wondered just how much he would dare. “You can have me any way you want,” she told him, hoping, yet terrified, he would take the gift she was offering.   

“Perhaps, he whispered. “But not yet.” his hands smoothed over her flanks, rising up her flat stomach and tapered hips until he was cupping the underside of her breasts and feeling their weight. Gentle flicks of his thumbs stimulated her nipples as soft kisses trailed down her shoulders.

Just when she was ready to burst, he took the shampoo, coating them both before reducing the water to a trickle.

Vicki understood that this kept the soap on their skin, allowing it to act as a lube for whatever he planned. She felt him push, thrusting her into the wall of the shower, and she placed her hands on the walls, bracing herself as he eased her legs apart.

She knew now he was going to take her, but where she wondered? She offered him her ass and she believed he would take it. And even when she felt his cock at the entrance of her pussy she knew he would have it, but only after he fucked her first. Arching her back, she waited for a man she had never seen to have carnal knowledge of her most intimate spaces.

She didn't have long to wait. The caller moved, caressing her sides as he went. His touch moved like the water, everywhere at once, yet fleeting, teasing her as he feasted on her raw sexuality. Finally, she felt him behind her, his thighs brushing hers as his hot and hard cock brushed against her mound.

Oh, God! she screamed in her mind, Get on with it! Fuck me now!

And, he did.

Vicki was trembling when his thick head parted her labia. The caller grasped it at the base, sliding his bulbous head up and back through her slit, glossing it with the sweet juice oozing from inside.

Soon, she felt him moving up and down the length of her cunt, his skin slick enough that her grasping sex provided no resistance at all. Only then did his fingers dig into her skin, drawing her hips back before pushing his meaty head deeply into her channel.

Vicki huffed a the sudden intrusion, not from pain as there was none; but from the intense satisfaction of being filled by this man. She wanted, she needed to be taken like this. She needed a hard, feral fuck with no apologies or expectation to please the man doing it. She didn't want to be used, she’d been used far too many times.

What she needed was to use him, she needed an itch scratched. An itch that had been demanding to be satisfied for far too long. And that’s what he was doing. She didn’t even know what he looked like, nor did she care about him as a man.

What she did care about was that he was being the man she needed him to be in that moment, taking her because she wanted to be taken, in a way she needed to be taken. And when it was over, she could walk away, if that’s what she chose to do, and never feel any guilt.

His body slammed against her, making her gasp. He’d been entering slowly, letting her fluids wet his shaft until he could move inside her freely, but that was done. Now, he held her tight, thrusting with a feral need as he pounded his cock into her pussy.

His transformation was a shock, but one she welcomed. She now found herself forced against the wall, making her push back against him. He had unleashed his lust, letting it surge in an erotic assault on her sex, and stressing her to the point of collapse. Her legs quivered and her arms ached, yet she could do nothing but wait for him to come.

But even still, it wasn’t enough. She sensed that this was a moment she would never recapture with a man whom she would never see the same way again. And so, there was one more thing she needed him to do before he released that beast in a cataclysmic orgasm.

“Stop, please, before you come. I want to have the one thing no man has taken me, the way I need to be taken. And I want it while you are still the Caller, before you become real to me.

The man paused, breathing deeply with his rigid cock still spiked within her. She felt him take a breath, composing himself while his grip on her hips grew soft.

“It’s my honor,” he whispered before pulling his erection out of her and placing a strong hand on her shoulder.

Vicky sighed as he withdrew, already missing the fullness of having him so deeply inside her. Then, she felt herself being eased down, bending over and exposing her ass in a way that left no doubt as to his intention. The water was still just a trickle, tracing down her spine between her cleft and tickling her in a way that caused her excitement to grow.

Her breath increased when he took the shampoo from the shelf and squirted a thick glob between her cheeks. She felt him move closer, causing her heart to race, and then the head of his thick cock pressed between her cheeks.

He found her hole quickly, pressing lightly at first, and then ever harder until she began to feel him open her up. Vicky gasped and her fingers clawed against the shower wall as the pressure increased.

Biting her lip, she struggled to relax, trying to push back, until, suddenly, she felt him push through. His thick head slid into her ass, moving through her in a way no man ever had. Once in, he paused, allowing her muscles to surrender to his thick intrusion. His hands gripped her shoulders, holding her in place as she adjusted to him.

It seemed so right. She had described to him in erotic detail how she lost her virginity and now she was losing another to him. A warm sense of relaxing pleasure radiated through her as he eased back ever so slightly, until little more than his head remained in her tight, gripping embrace. A moment later, he eased forward again, sinking in until she felt his hips crushing against her behind.

“Fuck me like that,” she moaned, her heart pounding in her chest, and her nipples as hard as diamonds. For years, she’s been stuck in a marriage that lacked passion, lacked care, and lacked satisfaction, and now she had a man who seemed to have all of that for her, and she gave herself to him completely.

Her legs flexed, and she steadied herself as he began to fuck her, sliding into her ass and back, harder and faster until the pace created a rhythm that made her pant. His grunts echoed off the shower walls, and his fingers dug harshly into her shoulders as he fucked her. The mixture of pain, in her bottom and the soft flesh of her shoulders, was like a narcotic, making her high of pleasure so much more intense.

The water and soap continued to flow down her ass, lubricating his movements, making his journey into her smooth and relatively painless, causing her to bask in the lascivious pleasure.

Vicki had no idea what to expect, but she quickly learned the exquisite pleasure of being stretched open by a man who knew his craft. This white hot sting of his penetration burned into an incredible warmth, and the internal pressure of his thick member was matched by the amazing relief of him pulling back out.

Her mind glazed, searching for another orgasm but unable to find her trigger. As the Callers' pace increased, she reached between her thighs and once again rubbed her already over-sensitized clit.

The Caller seemed to sense her dilemma and slowed his pace, dragging his full length in and out of her ass while she chased that explosive release. Only when she crested, her body trembling with that overwhelming wave, did he allow himself to join her.

Vicki was too far gone, drowning in her orgasmic tide to feel him clench, too exposed to her own raw need to hear his feral growls. But she did feel the divine relief of his cock withdrawing, allowing her stressed body to finally relax.

Vicki was completely spent, collapsing to her knees on the shower floor. The Caller turned off the water, and though he seemed weak as well, took a towel and wrapped her in it before carrying her to the bed.

She could see his face now. His dark eyes were filled with care and his beard was thick and dark. His tanned skin looked weathered, as if ravaged by too many years in the sun and wind. He wasn’t cut of granite. He had no six-pack, but he was a good-looking man. And one who clearly did take care of himself.

She lay on the bed, spooned against him with his arm under her head, and his other softly caressing her flanks. She felt calm and happy and could find no reason to feel regret over what happened that day. But there was something familiar about the man next to her. The timbre in his voice, no longer filtered through a microphone, his touch, and even his scent, all had a place in the memories she’d been sharing with him.

He was older now, of course. His beard had fooled her in the moment. But now, with her back spooned to him, she knew.

Taking his hand, she let her fingers roam over it, exploring up his arm until she found a distinctive scar.

It was faint now, not the wide, whiteish, and jagged line she remembered. But it was still unmistakably the same one, one cased by a bicycling accident incurred in his boyhood.

“You lied to me, Tommy.” she mused without accusation. “You always knew how to get inside my head. But this? This was amazing even for you.”

Tommy Powell said nothing. He just lay there, holding his first love, smiling at her as she remained snuggled against him.

“You still have a lot of explaining to do. We haven’t seen each other since we both went off to college, and now your wife is fucking my husband?”

Vicki remained in his arms, warm and comfortable because it felt so right.

Thomas sighed. “My wife, Ruth, knew about you. Or rather, she knew I still had feelings. I knew she was jealous, but I never expected her to find and seduce Robb. By the time I found out, she’d already convinced him to betray you. That was her plan. She wanted to hurt us both.”

“Maybe so,” Vickie replied after a moment, rolling on her back and idly running her fingers through the hair on his chest. “But you could have just told me. Instead, you devised all of this just to get me back in your bed?”

“You said you were bored,” he replied with a shrug. “And that mechanic wasn’t worthy of you.” Tommy was caressing her breast, softly rubbing his fingers over her budding nipple. “Can you forgive me?”

Vicki reached down and began stroking his semi-flaccid cock. “I’m sure you can make it up to me. And you spent too much on this room not to spend the night.”