YOU PLAY, YOU PAY Part 2

Charles could not believe his eyes. He moved the lever and the security camera zoomed in. That guy just took out his dick and she grabbed it. Charle's mouth fell open. It looks like that broad is jacking that guy off! Charles made sure the recorder was on. Wouldn't want to miss getting this on tape! Now the guy is lifting her blouse, and Charles could see her tits. Nice ones too, and Charles was zooming closer and getting a good shot of them. Thanks guy. Keep up the good work. That chick is gorgeous, and I?ll take any view you want to show me. Charles laughed when he saw the guy lift her skirt and pull her panties away from her stomach. It was obvious to see that the guy was taking a look at her snatch. Unfortunately, from his camera angle Charles couldn't see down into her panties. It seemed like that guy had never seen her body before by the way he was checking her out. Charles had spotted the gal on camera when she first entered the store. He had several screens to watch on both levels of the store, but he had clicked on camera one, hit record and followed her with it to the rear of the main level, then gone to camera four when she entered the lady?s dress section. When the guy had appeared and went close to her, Charles thought that she might know the guy. The guy was out of place in that part of the store, and had he been alone, Charles would still have been watching him. They were talking, and as he filmed, Charles glanced around at his other screens. Keeping watch, and doing his job. When the guy had whipped out his dick, the gal had reached out for it almost right away, so they must know one another. At that point he had zoomed in, all the way, and gotten a shot of her hand and that dick from what equated to as close as three feet away.Charles saw the guy's hand go under her dress, and he zoomed out again. Now seeing them from the vicinity of their knees up, he continued to film. He could tell that the man was fingering her by the way she was squirming around while she jacked the guy off. "I wonder what that guy is saying to her? They both are talking up a storm." Already desiring the woman for himself, Charles wondered what the woman would think if she had her hand on a dick as big as his was. Although some of the guy?s dick was still hidden inside his pants, Charles could see that the guy getting jacked off had a smaller dick than his own. Charles had a really thick cock that ran all the way out to nine inches. That nine inches was now throbbing in his pants as he watched the couple making out in the summer dress department. In a few more seconds, Charles had it out and in his hand. The security cubicle was locked from the inside. No one would catch him.Zooming the camera in and out at key moments, Charles continued to watch, stroke, and tape. It looked like she was coming. The guy was fingering her and she was almost bending over. Her other hand was grasping the guy on the shoulder like she was trying to keep from falling. She was coming for sure. It was almost over so Charles came with her, shooting his come all over his desk. Now it was the guy?s turn. Charles shook his head as he filmed the guy shooting come all over a couple of dresses on the rack. They would be leaving the view of his camera soon. While the couple was kissing again, Charles quickly squeezed his dick as if milking it and wiped it with a tissue from the box on his desk. "Well, that was really nice. I get paid to catch people stealing. I wonder what the boss would say if I told him I made some guy buy a couple of dresses because he came all over them?"He watched as the woman licked her fingers. She had come on them, and Charles could even make it out on camera because it looked shiny on her fingers. Now she?s looking around. Now they were kissing and the guy was saying something to her. After they had talked for a minute, Charles saw the guy move quickly away, and he continued to watch the woman to see what she would do. She just stood there, looking lost, and then all of a sudden she looked down at her hand and got a funny look on her face. She looks really disgusted like she never saw come before. What is she going to do with it? Now she is looking around. Now she is wiping her hand on one of the same two dresses. Charles watched the woman head between the dress racks and towards the front of the store with a look something like panic on her face. "Wonder what her problem is," he thought. "She was sure enjoying the action just a minute ago."Charles did something that he normally never did unless he had taped a shoplifter in action. He left his post and went outside the security room. He watched as the woman headed towards the North end of the mall. She had only gone maybe thirty feet when he saw her meet up with a man and a couple of kids. They were smiling now, and she seemed to be acting normal. Charles smiled. This was going to be even better then he had hoped. If she had been single, his plan was a maybe, but now it was almost a sure thing. Meeting up with her family had answered all his questions. This woman was married and had just done some cheating on her old man. Charles watched as the couple headed into the parking lot. He didn?t even have to exit through the mall doors because they were parked almost next to the door. That was a break for Charles, and when they pulled around the front of the mall door with their car, he noted the license number. Charles had a friend who worked at the police department. He planned to find out who she was, and when the time was right, he would approach her and tell him what he had seen. If she doubted him, he would tell her that he had it all on tape. Charles returned to his little cubicle and after wiping his desk, he removed the recording. As he stuck in a blank tape, he secured the used one in his lunch bag. Wow, what a day. He would have worked for nothing today. He had seen the pretty little cheating housewife?s tits. Then he had seen her playing with about a 6-inch dick and getting fingered, and soon Charles was going to have her lying down and squirming under him while taking his nine inches of thick meat. He would pin her to the bed with his dick, and make her beg for mercy. Then, in her most passionate moments, he would get her to kiss him, and do it willingly. A hot chick like that, who played when hubby was away, needed someone to take care of her, good care of her. *One week later.* * * When Charles had first called Jacqueline, he had confirmed her identity and then asked, "Are you alone?" This strange voice sounded secretive. Jacqueline had almost hung up, but remained on the line. Puzzled, she replied that her husband was in the next room. Actually, her husband was away but she did not want the person behind the strange voice to know. Charles quickly said that he wanted to discuss a certain incident involving her and another man between some dress racks. Charles heard her suck in her breath. When she said "Wha...what are you talking about, and where?" he named the store. Jacqueline was silent, and Charles knew he had her. He then asked when was a good time to call back? Jacqueline suddenly felt her heart leap into her throat. This person either had seen what had happened, or had been the person who had left the load of come in her hand. Scared now, Jacqueline lowered her voice to make it sound like she did not want her husband to overhear. Her voice was trembling, and she stumbled over her words. "Wha...why are you calling me? I, I have done nothing wrong." He did not mince his words. When Charles mentioned that he had seen her jacking a guy off and getting fingered, Jacqueline nearly died. She denied it, of course. Being blunt so that she would get beyond the denial stage, he added that he had seen the guy lick his finger after being in her and had also seen her lick cum off her fingers. To that she had remained silent, but Charles knew that she knew that she had not only been seen in the act of cheating, but in intimate detail. Then Charles sprung his surprise; he had it all on videotape. Hearing only silence, but knowing that Jacqueline was still on the line, he asked her to meet him at a motel that he knew was within a few minutes of her house. When she hesitated, he suggested that it would be to her advantage to do so if she wanted to see that the copy was destroyed. Her voice shaking, she agreed, told Charles when she could get away, and Charles said that he would get back to her with a room number. Fortunately for Jacqueline, she had a convenient out for finding a way to meet Charles. She worked out at a gym three nights a week and on Saturday afternoon if she happened to miss a night. Dressed in gym clothes, she drove along the interstate on the edge of town. Jacqueline had passed these motels many times, but never had any reason to use one. * Explaining why Jacqueline had first cheated. * The reason Jacqueline had agreed to fool around with James in the mall went back to her high school days. During her sophomore year Jacqueline had been at a party at some boy?s home. No parents were around, and they had set up kissing games. Each girl had drawn a number out of a hat, and the boys had done the same out of a separate hat. There was a matching number, one through six, in each hat. Nobody knew who had what number. When a number was called out loud, each person holding that number entered a bedroom and closed the door behind them. The girls, and only six had been willing to play, remained in the master bath. The boys had remained out in the living room. As each side entered the bedroom, the lights were off, and neither person knew who was in the room with them. They were to be given two minutes, and then time would be called. As it turned out, in the dark, two minutes could be a long time for many of the girls. For the guys, two minutes might not be long enough.. By secret agreement, because they had agreed that they would try for feels, or more, the guy who was to time them with a watch told the guys that he would drag it out to two and a half minutes. One girl went in, and after a long ?two minutes?, she came back. When her face became visible to the other girls, she seemed embarrassed, and her face was red. All the girls gathered around, asking what had happened. The girl mumbled, "we just kissed, that?s all." Maybe she wasn?t telling the whole truth, but all the other girls giggled nervously. "Could you tell who it was?" "No, he was taller than me, that?s all I know." Their turn would soon be coming. The girl, being the first to come out from the darkened bedroom, had been too embarrassed to admit what actually had gone down. She might end up being the only one with a story, and did not want to be singled out as being ?cheap.? by the girls. The boy she had been with in the room had been kind of rough, too aggressive actually. This was the first girl he had ever been able to kiss, other than on the cheek, and he wanted all he could get. Not knowing or thinking about using his tongue, he had clamped his lips against hers. Then he had grabbed at her tits as soon as they started kissing, and when she tried to pull his hand away, he had immediately changed it to under her skirt. She had clamped her legs together as soon as his fingers had ran across her pubic area on top her panties. So, being rebuffed down below, he had gone back to her breasts, and this time, in order to keep his hand up here, she had allowed him to fondle her breasts. She had recently moved up to a B cub brassiere, and was still developing. He had been given enough time to go under her bra and get good feels of both breasts, and more specifically, her nipples. Without her knowing, he managed to use his left hand, unzip himself and pull out his penis. It they had been doing this with full knowledge of who the other person was, he probably would not have made this move. His penis was small, smaller than average he thought, but she didn?t know whom he was, so why not? He grabbed her right hand with his left and placed it onto his erect penis. Surprisingly, she allowed her hand to stay. This was a first for her too, and since he was fondling her and they didn?t know who each other was, why not? As he fondled her breasts, she sort of, gently, stroked his penis. Based on what she had heard from older giggling girls, it didn?t seem very big, barely longer than her little hand was wide, but being a virgin, she really had nothing to compare it to. She had been more nervous than aroused, and was thankful when she heard the word ?time.? But she had something to remember. A boy, her first, had fondled her breasts, and she had felt his penis. She didn?t know who the boy had been, and really didn?t want to know, that is, unless she could know his identity without his knowing hers. Another girl went in. The girls who remained in the bathroom were busily laughing and speculating about how their turn would be, and no one seemed to notice that the two- minute sessions seemed kind of long. Jacqueline was the third girl whose number was called. Jacqueline had entered the bedroom almost blind. She had been in the brightly-lit bath with the other girls, giggling and having a good old time. When her number was called, the lights went off, and she had no night vision. Besides, that bedroom was totally dark anyhow with the blind pulled. After a few seconds her eyes began to adjust. She could see the window outlined around the edges of the pulled blind, but that was all. "Here I am baby." They were not supposed to talk to aid in their identity remaining a secret, but apparently he didn't care if he knew whom he might be. But Jacqueline didn't recognize his voice. Besides, a couple of the boys playing the game she had never heard talk before. The boy had been waiting right inside the door, and he was up against her instantly, touching her shoulder to confirm her exact location. He wrapped one arm around her and kissed her. Knowing this was what was expected, she allowed it to go on for maybe ten seconds, but when he stuck his tongue in her mouth, Jacqueline pulled away in shock. He stuck his tongue in my mouth! What is he doing? "That?s all, one kiss and we are done," she said nervously. She could tell that he was tall, and slim. She had not wanted to speak for fear of having her voice recognized. Realizing that, she resolved to say no more. "No," the guy replied, giggling. "You have to play by the rules. We aren?t done until he yells ?Time.?" The boy kissed her again, and this time she allowed him to keep his tongue inside her mouth. He placed his left hand on her head and pulled her tighter against his lips. She could feel her body burning, but more from shock and embarrassment rather than any kind of pleasure. And that was when the real shock came. He placed his right hand over her left breast and fondled it for a few moments, then grasped one of her hands with his and lowered it onto, his cock! "I can?t do that," she almost screamed, and pulled her hand away! He laughed and gently placed her hand back onto his penis. "The girls in front of you have already felt the cocks on their guys, so you might as well play along." She was shocked. The first two had done this? Why didn?t they admit it? Then she knew. If it had been her she would not have said anything either. He had it out of his pants, and he was hard. He must have opened his zipper as soon as he had entered the room. A penis, a boy?s penis was in her hand. She had changed her little brother?s diaper, and had helped a girlfriend change her little brother?s diaper. And that was it. Until tonight, she had seen but two dicks, and they were little boy ones. A couple of times her little brother had gotten hard while she cleaned him. She had been alone with her brother at that time, and she had giggled and even felt his stiff little rod out of curiosity. Now, suddenly she had something big in her hand. She had never seen, let alone touched an adult or near adult penis. She still couldn?t see it, but she sure could *feel* it. She again pulled her hand away in horror, and he placed it firmly back around his penis. He kept his hand over hers so that she could not pull away, and placed his lips over hers again. She could feel her fingers around him. He was almost large enough that her fingers could not touch. Her forefinger and thumb could touch, but just barely. He kept kissing her and tried to get her to stroke him by moving his hand back and forth, guiding her. Afraid to let him think that she was willing or might be a slut, she did not do it on her own. Jacqueline to protest, to say this was wrong, but the more she talked, the more chance there was that he might be able to figure out who she was later. So she remained quiet and used token strength to "resist" his hand, which was holding hers over his cock. He kept his right hand over hers, forcing her to fondle and stroke his penis. With his other hand he explored, managing to slip his hand inside her blouse and going under her bra. Reaching across her chest sideways, he squeezed and cupped her entire left breast, including several feels of her nipple. She no longer seemed to be resisting with her hand, so he slowly removed his right hand. When she continued to hold his dick, he wrapped his right arm around her hips and began feeling her ass. In a little over two minutes this boy had learned more about her body and shown her more of the worldly ways than all the other boys she had known combined. She was holding his cock, but not performing the stroking movements. If she had, he would have shot a load all over her skirt. "Time!" She had her escape, but strangely, she wanted this to last for just a little longer. Using token resistance, she pulled away with her body, but he kept his hands on her breast and ass. She was still feeling his cock. "Feel *that *," he asked? "You can have some of that any time you like. Just tell me afterwards, outside." Jacqueline did not know who he was, and did not plan to know. She tried to respond through clenched teeth, like she was mad, in a hope that he could not recognize her voice. "No. And I can?t believe you did that." He removed his hand from her ass and placed it over her hand on his cock. Again he forced her to make the movements. Her hand was centered on his shaft, and he went back and forth, maybe two inches in each direction. Her hand was hitting up against his opened zipper when it went towards his body. As he hand went forward, she thought she was hitting something wider than his shaft. That must be his head. Her hand was hitting it, but not going over. It seemed like he might be long from front to back, but she couldn?t be sure. His hand released hers when the guy outside yelled ?Time? for the second time. They had been in the room for almost three minutes. When Time was called, the girls were turning off the bathroom light again. She felt her way to the door and back into the darkened bathroom. When the door closed, the light came on. "Hey, you were in there pretty long. You never came out right away when he yelled 'time.' What happened?" All the girls giggled. Jacqueline had her eyes closed because of the sudden brightness of the light. She responded, "He started kissing me, and I guess he liked doing it because he wouldn?t quit." "Did you kiss him back?" Giggle. "Well, you know, he was using his tongue, so I sort of kissed him back." More giggles. "His tongue? Wow. Did he try to sneak a feel?" another girl asked. Jacqueline knew that this girl was one of the two whom had gone before her. "He did, but when his hand started roaming, I put a stop to that." The girls were all giggling and cracking jokes about the goings on, but Jacqueline never told anyone about what had really happened with her. Apparently all the other girls had done to them was just kissing, based on how they talked. When Jacqueline decided to admit that they had kissed with their tongues, the girls acted shocked. Then, slowly, two of the other girls admitted that they too, had tongue kissed. Those two girls would not meet her eyes with theirs, and some of the other girls seemed strangely silent. Jacqueline figured that they too, had been fondled, and maybe had felt a penis. Outside, later after the kissing games, one of the guys, whom she did not know because he was a senior in her school, approached Jacqueline when she was alone. She saw him coming and shivered. That might be the guy, he was tall and slim. He was nice looking, and wearing one of those football jerseys with his letter. "That was me in there with you." She reddened, prepared to deny all. "Well, I?m sure you were with somebody, but it probably wasn?t me. There were six girls playing." He smirked. "It was you all right. I was number three. You?re the only one here with a ponytail, and also you?re short and you have big tits. I know it had to be you, and I was just wondering if you liked what I was showing you?" He glanced down at himself. She reddened again and started moving away from him. "Whatever you?re talking about, It wasn?t me." She looked around. "I see another girl right over there with a pony tail." Silently, she kicked herself for not thinking to undo her ponytail before going into the darkened bedroom. "Yeah," he smirked, "but she doesn?t have tits like yours." There was no doubt that he had the right girl, and she knew it. Unable to defend herself, Jacqueline could only respond, "You?re vulgar." Jacqueline said it with feigned disgust, and walked away. She had never come near him after that. Fortunately, he graduated just weeks later. Still, as the years went by, she had always wondered about him. Suppose she had agreed to meet him? If she had, he would have expected sex; there was no doubt about that. If she had gone all the way with him on a date, would it have been good? She didn?t even know how long he had been, only the width. As a matter of fact, she had only felt his shaft, and had no idea what his head might have been like. She had always wondered, but was glad that she had saved her virginity for her wedding night. On her wedding night from memory she had made a comparison between her husband and the boy in the darkened room. She recalled how her hand had moved back and forth on the boy?s penis, and it had been about two inches in each direction without going over the head of his penis. Her husband didn?t seem that long. When she placed her hand around his shaft, it only could move back and forth maybe an inch or less before she hit bottom at one end, and head at the other. And that was much of the reason why Jacqueline had done what she had done with the man in the department store. She had noticed him following her from the time of the escalator. Expecting him to give up eventually, she had continued to make the rounds with hubby and kids. But the young man had persisted, hanging on and continuing to follow her at a discrete distance. She had deliberately chosen a location where they could talk if he had enough nerve to speak to her. And when he had been close to her, alone, well almost alone, she had been thinking about the boy at the party. And then when he had asked her to jack him, it was like she was once again experiencing something from so long ago. When the young man had climaxed and shot his stuff all over that dress, it had been like fulfilling a dream to her. But, it had gotten her into trouble, big time trouble. Now here she was, married and going to meet a stranger in a motel, and he had a tape. Jacqueline had agreed to meet Charles under duress, the threat of exposure. Charles had said he would bring a copy of the tape to prove to her what he had seen. Jacqueline knew that Charles might be telling the truth about the tape. Charles had chosen an older motel, the kind where you could park your car right outside your room. Under the circumstances, this was the best way for her. There would be no lobby or clerks to see who came and went. To aid in making her feel safer about someone seeing her car, he had picked a room in the rear. When Jacqueline found his room number, she was afraid to park right in front of the door, so she parked twenty feet away, on the other side of the travel lane. From the window of the room, Charles saw what she had done and came outside. Her eyes widened as she stared through her windshield at the man approaching her car. She looked surprised, and scared. Charles laughed inside and thought, 'That's right, baby. I'm black. Surprise surprise. I know you weren't expecting me to be black.' Charles was meeting Jacqueline in the parking lot instead of having her come to the door. Charles held out his hand to her by inserting partially it through her opened window, which she had rolled down only a few inches. "Hi, I'm Charles, and you are Jacqueline, I presume." Jacqueline looked up into his face as she timidly placed her hand into his and acknowledged his greeting with a gentle handshake. She looked at her hand within his. His hand, partially because of his long fingers, looked to be twice as big as hers. But his coming out to her car made it easier for her as Jacqueline had been terrified at the prospect of knocking on a door and not knowing who waited within. But this man was black, and he looked big, so big that he could easily overpower her. Charles smiled and acted as nice as he could outside, helping her to gather enough nerve to go alone into the room with him. "You're less likely to have anyone see you if you get out of the car and come on into my room." She hesitated. "Shall I bring my purse or leave it locked in the car?" Charles smiled. You can bring it in. You might need it for re-doing your makeup or for a hair comb, whatever. Roll your window up and don't lock yourself out by leaving your keys inside." Nodding, Jacqueline nervously hit the button on her power window and after it had closed, she removed the keys from the ignition and reached for the door handle, but Charles beat her to it and opened the door for her. "Th...thank you," she stammered. She hesitated, afraid at first to make her move. Heart pounding, she reluctantly made her decision and climbed out of her car. She was wearing a pair of light gray sweat clothes because supposedly she was at the gym. As she stepped out and up from the car, their difference in height immediately became apparent as she looked up at him, way up. In what seemed like an eternity for him, and too quick for her, they walked from her car to his room. He held the door open for her, and Jacqueline asked him to step inside and away from the door so she could 'look into the room first.' Smiling, Charles stepped inside the room and stopped a few feet away from the door. Jacqueline stepped partially into the room and took a good look around. Of course, from there she could not see into the bathroom. "We're alone, right," she asked? It would be the first time in her life that Jacqueline had ever been alone in a room with a black man. She wanted to be alone, yes, because of what she was about to see. But on the other hand she did not want to be alone, friendless, because of what she might be about to have to do. Charles understood. "No tricks. Just you and me," he hesitated, "and a tape player." She nodded. After a slight hesitation and one last look back around the lot, Jacqueline nervously entered. She knew that once she was in that room and the door was closed, that he would basically be in total control. The atmosphere seemed to change immediately. The entire wide-open world closed down around her. It seemed quiet, dead quiet in the room because they were way back from the street and its traffic. A bed, a queen sized bed sat in the center of the room. It was huge, inanimate, and seemed to be waiting just for her. Now alone in a room that was strictly a bedroom and with a man who was not her husband, Jacqueline avoided his eyes and took the time to check out the room. Deliberately avoiding even the appearance of looking at the bed, she slowly walked to the bathroom and peered in, making sure that no one else was with them. Then she peeked into the closet, which had a sliding door that was open. Charles knew what she was doing but said nothing. She wanted to peek under the bed too, but knew that would look silly. Jacqueline walked back to the center of the room, stopped beside the bed, and stood awkwardly. Charles knew he needed to get her to relax. He offered her some wine from a bottle that he had placed in ice. Jacqueline shook her head and Charles said with a smile, "Well, maybe later." Charles had already set up a VCR player that he had brought with him, and the only way to watch the images on the TV monitor would be by sitting on the bed. There was a round table and two chairs by the front window, but no room for the chairs to sit near the TV. For that, Charles was thankful and this seating arrangement was one of the things that Charles had checked out in advance. She could not watch the TV unless she was on the bed. The motel was older and had not yet updated to flat screen TVs. Charles turned on the TV to let it warm up. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed in front of the TV, and motioned for Jacqueline to join him. He had left room for her directly in front of the screen. She hesitated. Charles grinned and said, "Don't worry, I won't bite, at least not yet. I want you to see this footage first." His words penetrated her very soul. ?Not yet?, he had said? And ?see this footage first.? She trembled nervously and thought to herself, ?Yet, first, and then what? What happens next?' Jacqueline wanted to see it too, because she could not believe what had happened to her. She had done all that, and all the while it was being recorded? She had quickly left the store and joined her husband and kids, but the memory had haunted her. It was as if she had been in 'The Twilight Zone.' Then, two days later, had come the phone call. During the entire day in advance, and on her way to the motel, she had been hoping that Charles had made it up and there really was no tape. But now it looked like he really did have her on tape. Rigidly, she sat down on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor and directly in front of the screen. ?At least he?s not too close to me,? she thought. But that changed instantly as Charles slid twelve inches over and stopped beside her, very close. His weight caused the mattress to sag a little, which caused their bodies to slide down and touch at the hips. Charles leaned forward and hit the button. As they sat together on the queen-sized bed and watched the video tape, Jacqueline saw herself heading to the rear of the store. This guy had spotted me right away with his camera, she thought, resentfully. She watched herself on screen, making conversation with that man, and remembering that it had been she who had made the first contact by speaking to him. It was strange seeing herself this way. There was no sound, yet she could put the words into the mouths of the two people on screen, because she had been there. Then, a couple of minutes later, she saw herself placing her hand on the strange man's erection, then having her body being exposed, fondled and fingered while she was jacking him off. Taken from the higher angle of the camera, it was all so detailed, up close and personal. It was she on the screen, but it was like watching someone else. How could I have done that, in public? Jacqueline knew what she was seeing was true, but it was beyond her comprehension that she could have done that. Charles wisely was remaining quiet, but he hoped that seeing herself being revealed on tape and reliving the incident would arouse her. "I...I don't remember doing that at all. And I don't have the slightest idea who that man is." She had lied, and knew right away that it was a dumb lie. Of course she remembered, unless she wanted to pretend to have been sleepwalking. Charles, of course, did not believe her. "Well, that's you for sure, so no use trying to deny it." He was right, of course. It was her image on that screen. When Charles had called her and mentioned the tape, she had figured out that he must be a security guard. Now Jacqueline knew for sure. She could possibly file suit against the store and this guard, but she would never in a million years be able to explain this to her husband. This man, this guard, had her. Anything he wanted, she might have to do. "What I meant to say, what I did say, is that I really didn?t know who that man was, or is." "I understand," Charles responded, wanting to ease her feelings. "It was an adventure, and you got carried away. We all do things like that." "Yes, I guess we do," she replied, softly. She knew what was coming on the tape, her coming, and within the next few seconds. Not quite ready for that, she needed a break. With resignation in her voice, she asked, "Could I have some wine, please?" But it was too late. Charles immediately stopped the tape during the part where she was starting to come. His VCR had the kind of pause that froze any slow-moving frames with a sharp, not out of focus picture unless the shot happened to involve fast-moving action. It was a great place to pause, because the picture on the screen was of Jacqueline, with her eyes closed, teeth clenched and looking like she was about to come, which she was. You could even see her gripping the dick in her hand. To a casual observer, seeing this scene as a still photograph, the viewer would probably think she was squeezing that cock so hard it would break off. While Charles climbed off the bed, Jacqueline stared at the screen, remembering. It was good timing on the part of Charles, because she had time to stare at herself in the middle of an orgasm, and it was affecting her thinking. Slowly, she was transitioning from a sense of fear to a possibility of having sex with a black stranger. And this time it would be total sex and not just with two hands. Breaking the seal in front of her, Charles poured some wine into a glass, handed it to her and then poured some for himself. Charles winked at her. "This will help you to relax." He took a sip and waited until she drank a little. Seeing her look down into her glass with an appreciative look of curiosity he said, "It's white Zinfandel. I thought you might like it because it is so sweet and goes down easy. I heard that women, especially, like it." "Thank you. Yes, it does taste good. I'll have to remember the name." She took another sip, a much larger one this time. Wisely, Charles rewound the tape to the beginning and started over. This would give her that buildup he wanted her to have. She made no comment at his going back to the beginning, and Charles wondered if perhaps she did want to see it all over again and from the beginning. With his left hip once again placed firmly against her right hip, Charles watched her face as the tape began; she was holding the glass up, close to her lips, and she looked entranced by the images on screen. Her eyes seemed to be shining, and her lips were parted slightly. Her lips looked wet, and very kissable. Jacqueline took two more sips while she watched. This time she knew most of what what was coming on the tape, and how much showed. That as a given, she was able to concentrate on the details that were more important to her. She took another sip. This would be her only glass, she figured, because she still had to drive home. But maybe it would help her to prepare for what she knew was to come. Beside her, on the bed, was the man who had filmed all of that, and she knew that when the film had ended, that he would be expecting something from her. It might be money, but more likely he would want her to do what they were seeing. She hoped that if it was sex he was after, that maybe he would settle for a hand job like they were watching on screen. Strangely, seeing the image of herself being fondled on the monitor was affecting Jacqueline's thinking. 'When that guy had his finger in my pussy, it felt so good. And look how I'm squirming under his touch like it feels good. It did feel good too, really good. And even on the tape that dick in my hand looks larger than my husband's dick. Not by much, but enough that I can see the difference.' At that point, while she was mentally comparing cocks, Charles placed his left hand on her thigh. Outside of a brief handshake, this was their first physical contact. Even though he was just touching her sweat pants, Jacqueline felt blood rush to her head, and she felt slightly hot, and like she might faint. With Charles?s hand on her thigh, she involuntarily sighed as she watched herself coming, and then her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as the tape continued. Charles?s hand was gripping her thigh a little more firmly now and he was moving his hand up and down just slightly. She had no idea that her face got all screwed up like that when she was climaxing. She watched herself as she told the man it was his turn. At that point, Jacqueline remembered, she had felt so weak that she was barely able to stand. 'My God,' she thought, 'look at that, he's coming all over the place and you can see every squirt on screen!' Charles had been glancing in her direction, waiting to see her reaction to the come shot. Her look of surprise was what he had hoped to see. "Look at that, Jacqueline. You really made him come. His jizz is shooting all over those dresses. Shame on you!" Just like that, with a few seconds of footage going past, he had for the first time been able to interject sexual talk and words into their meeting. With her cheeks red, Jacqueline glanced over at Charles, and saw that he was grinning at his own joke. Somehow she did not feel it was funny, instead, she felt fear at what might be coming. "He?he told me to aim it away from my skirt. I didn?t mean for it to?" She paused when he laughed. "Yeah, I know. You didn?t mean to hit the dresses. If I felt you were to blame, I might have ran after you and made you buy them." Jacqueline looked shocked. "Would you have done that? It would have been so embarrassing." He laughed. "No, that I would not have brought into the public eye. After all, it was your first time with him, and you had no way of knowing how far he could shoot." She looked down and muttered, "Thank you." Charles grinned. "Of course you could have squatted down and caught his cum with your mouth so that the evidence wouldn?t show." She had her mouth opened wide as she returned his look. "I?ve never done that, swallowed cum, I mean. And he shot so much out, I could never have gotten it down." With those words, Jacqueline had also entered into the phase of talking with Charles about the dirty details of sex. "Yeah, he did cum a mighty one. Can?t say that I blame him, getting to play with your body and having you touch him. Just look at that tape." Charles had paused the tape when she had glanced over at him, and you could see a string of come shooting across the screen, looking several inches long as it hung suspended in the air. Jacqueline stared in disbelief. The tape was paused, and the shot of cum looked almost like a rope going across the screen. Then Charles made a comment that hit home, because she was thinking identical thoughts. "All that cum going to waste. If he had been able to shoot it into your pussy, it would have felt so good to him, and to you also, far as that goes." It was an embarrassing admission for her as Jacqueline answered with a shake of her head, up and down. The wine, the tape, his touch and the conversation were affecting her, in ways she did not want to admit. "Tell me, when he was coming, or later when you thought back on all this, were you wondering what it might be like, or might have been like, to fuck him?" There it was, the 'F' word, and this time from still another stranger. She was staring at the screen and that string of come going across the picture. "Yes, to tell the truth, I was thinking that, but I would never have done it for real." Charles started the tape again without saying anything. The string of cum suddenly disappeared off screen. She continued to watch the screen as she kissed the man. Yes, I kissed him, but I wish now that I had never seen him. "Nice touch," Charles said, laughing, as the guy who had just removed his fingers from her pussy visibly placed them in his mouth and sucked. And then, when she was seen tasting the come on her fingers, Charles added; "And equal opportunity." He laughed, and despite her embarrassment, Jacqueline giggled softly. Then, as the stranger left her alone, a few seconds later Jacqueline saw herself looking down at her hand and seeing the come on it. Yes, she remembered that, what a mess. He had shot on that dress, but there had still been a lot all over her fingers. For the first time in her life Jacqueline knew true fear, not from the man sitting beside her, but from knowing that she had seen herself doing something that was absolutely incredible, in public, and it was all on tape. Thankfully, Charles made no comment about her wiping her hand on the same dress that the stranger had shot his load on. But he did crack a joke, when he said, "I thought you might lick the rest of him off like he did you." Jacqueline shook her head. "Well, there was a lot more on my fingers than he had on his!" She sounded defensive, then softened. "By then, I was pretty well cooled off." To which Charles added, by asking, "And satisfied?" She nodded and made an admission, which took courage. "Yes, I was satisfied, then." Inwardly, Jacqueline sighed. She had just admitted that she had achieved satisfaction, and orgasm, with a strange man in the middle of a store. Now, anything she might say to claim innocence simply would not fly. Whatever this man wanted, she would probably have to comply. Still, Jacqueline felt that she had to say something, anything. "I want you to know, I do love my husband, and I, I?ve tried to be faithful. I always have, until now, I mean?*until* *then*!" As she added emphasis to the word then, Jacqueline visibly motioned her head towards the screen. Charles smiled at her, taking his eyes off the screen in order to look her directly in the eyes. "I am sure you mean what you say. But I think you might have been wanting more than just what we see up there on the screen." She didn?t reply. To deny what he was saying would be pointless. They were here, in a motel, and alone. He already had his hand on her leg. Soon it would be more, and it probably was not money. When the tape had run its course, Charles rose and stopped it and then started it on the rewind cycle. Jacqueline sat silently. If only she could just *grab* that tape and run out of the room. But he had said he would bring a *copy*. Charles sat down beside her again and gently told her to disrobe. Jacqueline sucked in her breath. It was to be sex. She hesitated, until now she had not known for sure whether he wanted money or sex, although an invitation to a motel had been a strong clue as to what he had in mind. 'Obviously this man, this black man, expects me to fuck him.' She loved her husband dearly and this was something Jacqueline would never have considered under normal circumstances. Yet, the possible alternative was worse. Charles told her that he would see that her husband came upon a copy of the tape. Still, she hesitated. Then Charles went further. Jacqueline had no doubts that Charles would and could do this when he told her where her husband was employed, and his hours. Charles had done his research in advance.With her mind racing, Jacqueline studied Charles while trying to decide whether to run out of the room or go for it. One problem with attempting to run, Charles was between her and the door. Charles was not all that attractive to her. If she saw him on the street, besides moving further away if their was no one else around and it looked like he might be able to grab her, she would not give him a second glance except for his size. He totally dwarfed her because he was tall and quite heavy. His gut hung over his belt slightly, and his hairline was receding a little. He might be 35, she estimated, and working as a security guard so he probably wasn't a real go-getter. He was probably one of those types that still lived at home with his divorced or widowed mother, Jacqueline figured. Actually, she wasn't that far off. Charles had lived alone with his mother until she died the previous year from cancer. Now he had a home in a mixed and coming up neighborhood that was paid for. The security job he did mostly because it was easy and he had voyeur tendencies. The hours were steady and allowed him time to work on his hobby, which was electronics. Also, Charles was just six credits away from his bachelor?s degree in electronics. Jacqueline tried to bargain. "Would you settle for just what you saw on the tape? I could just...play with you?" She looked into his face, and when he seemed to be shaking his head slightly in the negative, she added another concession, "and you could touch me, like he did." Charles laughed. "Baby, I have already played with myself while watching that tape of you in action. All the times I have watched it, I wanted you so bad I could taste it. You've even been in my dreams. Now that I have you here, I need more than just a hand job." And then, as if remembering her last offer, "and if I was touching you, I would want you even more." He studied her face, and continued; "Besides, after finishing up that way, in the store, it seems that you might like to do a little more exploring, by seeing what it might be like to go beyond the ?just playing with hands stage.?" This conversation was getting very intense. Jacqueline knew they would soon be fucking, but she felt a need to cool things while she thought this out. "How did you find out who I was?" "That was easy enough. You were parked right beside the mall door and I saw you drive off." "You took down my license number, I guess." "Right." *Next: YOU PLAY, YOU PAY Part 3* 11232 2.28/512345