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Ezekiel's finger moved in lazy circles around my puckered hole. Every now and then he would scoop up some more fluid and then return to my anus. Once I was used to him touching me there a buzz started building. Did I want to be fucked up the butt? Was it even possible with the big fuck stick still throbbing inside my pussy?
I relaxed and went with it as he placed more pressure on my opening and the tip of his finger slipped inside. He quickly removed it, getting some more lube then slipping it inside again even further this time. It was weird, but not as unpleasant as I thought it might be. He kept working away until his finger entered easily and I, despite my misgivings, was actually pushing back trying to get more of it inside. His cock had regained its full erection and he was holding it inside me as deep as it could go.
"Do you want to fuck me there?" I gasped.
"Can I?"
"I don't know... I don't know if it will fit. You're so big... I suppose we can try." I said hesitantly.
He lifted me off his cock and lay me on my side facing away from him. Then I was surprised when he got off the bed. I looked over my shoulder and he was looking through his bag. He came back holding a tube in his hand. I watched as he squeezed some of its contents onto his hand and started applying it to his dick.
"Do you always come prepared to ravage a girl's virgin hole?" I asked in a mocking tone.
He just shrugged and got on the bed. Squeezing some more lube on his fingers he worked it into my butthole. This felt even better and I poked my ass back to allow up him better access. Lying down behind me, he wriggled closer so his cock head rest in the crevice made by my butt cheeks.
"Pull it open for me." he ordered gently.
I reached back and gripped my butt cheek pulling it up.
He inched forward more and now I could feel the heat of his cockhead next to my virgin opening.
"Just relax and maybe push out a little." Ezekiel suggested.
The two actions sounded diametrically opposed to me but I tried. He pressed forward and I could feel myself stretching, and stretching. I gasped as I started to feel like this wasn't going to work. Gripping the pillow in front of me I buried my head in it and hoped it would muffle my cry of pain. Ezekiel stopped, applied some more lube before pressing forward once more.
I willed my body to accept him, to give in to his desires. The pain came back and just when I was about to tell him to stop my sphincter yielded and the fat head forced its way inside.
"Ohh fuck." I gasped as the searing pain hit me. "Don't move, don't fucking move." I almost shouted.
I fell back on the knowledge gained in my pregnancy classes as I breathed through the pain. With both of us still it almost disappeared. I moved a little either way to test what would happen, it proved decisive. The thought of stretching my poor little hole over that head again meant the only way was onwards. I pushed back and felt more of his cock slide up inside me. Another push and more entered. I felt so full, but now I could rock back and forth slightly without as much discomfort.
I continued rocking and Ezekiel reached around to play with my tits. After tweaking my nipples for a while his hand slipped down to my hip. He'd been rocking in time with me but now he began pressing harder. Further and further up inside me he pushed his dick until we were no longer rocking, we were fucking. I had a big black cock fucking my virgin ass and it was starting to feel okay.
Pushing me forward so I was now on my stomach he rolled on top. I opened my legs wide to make it easier for him as he continued rutting deep inside me. Stopping momentarily Ezekiel grabbed a pillow and got me to raise my hips before sliding it underneath me. I settled back down onto the pillow and he continued sawing in and out of my ass.
"Oh fucking sweet Jesus you feel good," he growled as he picked up the pace.
He was going to lose it, I could tell. I wasn't going to climax but it still felt okay. I was servicing my lover, giving myself to him completely. With a bellow he pushed forward hard squashing me down onto the bed. I felt his cum gush into my ass as he remained rigid above me.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck," he grunted with each spurt.
He stayed there for some time still buried in my back passage. Then came the part I wasn't looking forward to. Hauling that big head back through my tiny rectum. To my relief, it wasn't a big deal, either I was stretched or Ezekiel dick had shrunk. I suppose it was a combination of both.
He went straight to the bathroom as I lay exhausted on the bed. I'd just done the most taboo thing that I could think of and I was already considering how to make it better next time. I was contemplating getting fucked up the ass again. What was wrong with me?
I got up gingerly, my lack of sexual knowledge made me wonder if my butt would be gaping open. When I didn't feel any fluid running down my legs I realized I was alright. I walked slowly to the bathroom myself. Ezekiel was in the shower, I felt like a bit of luxury so I dribbled in some bubble bath before turned the taps on to fill the bath. Stripping off my crumpled new dress and underwear I climbed in.
I lay back as the water rose around me. When the water got up to my chin I flicked the taps off with my toes, tilted my head back and closed my eyes. The hot water eased any aches and made me drowsy. I must have dozed off because I didn't hear Ezekiel get out of the shower. I looked around and the room was empty so I closed my eyes and drifted off again. I was woken by a tap on the shoulder.
"Time to wake up, sleeping beauty." Ezekiel said.
He was sitting on a stool behind me with two bottles of complimentary shampoo and conditioner in his hands.
"What are you up too?" I asked sleepily.
"A stylist is going to be here in thirty minutes so I thought I'd wash your hair before she got here."
"Stylist?" I was puzzled.
"We can't waste the new clothes and shoes by not having a new hairdo. Slip down and wet your hair."
I slid down and ran my fingers through my hair before sitting back up again. Ezekiel poured some shampoo on top of my head then began massaging it in. His big hands were incredibly gentle and thorough, making sure he built up a good lather. Rinsing the shampoo out, he moved onto the conditioner. Again he made sure he got good coverage right to the tips before giving me an incredible scalp massage.
"Where the hell did you learn to do that?" I asked dreamily.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Oh god no." I groaned.
"Then hush, you wouldn't want to know anyway."
"Yes, I suppose you're right. I would only want to scratch her eyes out."
He chuckled, "Alright, time to rinse."
"No, not yet. Five minutes more... please." I pleaded.
Ezekiel huffed, "The stylist will be here soon."
"Please, pretty please!"
"Alright, but just two minutes." He compromised.
Five minutes later I rinsed and got out while Ezekiel went to let the stylist in. I walked out into the room wrapped in my towel. I suppose I was expecting a woman. I saw Ezekiel talking to a man and shrunk back behind the door.
"Oh don't worry, hon, you've got nothing I'm interesting in," the man said in a very camp voice.
The stylist turned out to only be the start. While I was sitting in the chair two ladies arrived to work on my nails, both hands and feet. When they were finished, and my hair was done, a makeup artist arrived. In the finish there wasn't much change out of two hours and by then I was sick of it. The last thing I wanted to do was go out, I wanted to curl up in bed but Ezekiel had my clothes picked out.
I put them on and perused my image in the mirror. I couldn't believe the transformation; I doubt my mother would have recognized me. Ezekiel let out a low whistle.
"Baby, you are looking fine tonight!"
"You just like that the dress is so small my tits hang out the top and my ass pokes out the bottom."
"Oh yeah, but you know I'm only interested in your mind." He said as his hand cupped my buttocks.
I turned sharply and slapped his hand away. "You know, I can't go out like this. I don't know anybody, you'll be on stage. I haven't been to a club in ten years and I look like a tart." I complained.
"Heh, girl," he took me in his arms. "You are going to love it. You'll be in the VIP section not down with the masses. Jeremy will be there and I'll make sure he takes care of you." He kissed me lightly on the lips. "Come on, you are going to be the belle of the ball and trust me, compared to most of the girls there you will look like a nun."
In his arms he could have told me black was white and I would have believed him. Reassured I sat down while Ezekiel performed his own transformation into 10K. Luckily that only took ten minutes. He'd just finished when Jeremy called to say he was waiting in the limo down stairs. We got to the club at ten thirty which I thought was late but the place was almost deserted. There were some people lined up at the door and they cheered and called out as we walked in.
10K went straight out the back while Jeremy took me upstairs to the VIP area. There was no one up there and I quizzed Jeremy on the lack of a crowd.
"Don't worry they know 10K kicks off at eleven. By then the place will be packed and ready to party."
He got me a glass of champagne and showed me to a table that overlooked the front of the dance floor and the stage. At ten forty five I gave him a questioning look and pointed to the sparse covering of people on the dance floor. We were still the only ones in the VIP area. He just shrugged and told me that they would be here.
Sure enough a trickle of party goers soon became a flood as bodies began to pack in down below. With five minutes to go the VIP area was nearly full and downstairs seemed to be bursting at the seams. The guy who had been playing house tunes finished and the stage lights faded. Shadowy figures moved about on the stage and then a thumping bass beat started. A murmur went through the crowd and they moved forward.
Looking from above, the whole crowd pulsed in time with the beat. Thinking back to what Ezekiel had said in the morning I realized he was testing the waters. Seeing what the vibe was like in the room before he decided how to start his set. The tempo of the beat got faster and the crowd started to bounce and yell; these guys and girls were ready to go!
The bass beat stopped, the whole room went black and then some music I actually recognized started. Angus Young's crunching guitar throbbed about the room as the opening riff of Highway to Hell blasted from the speakers. The lights came up and the crowd roared their approval to the man behind the decks. That opening riff was about the only music I knew for the next two hours. There were some spots where I thought I could hear a familiar refrain or melody but they were slower or faster or somehow different to what I remember. Through it all the bass kept thumping and the people kept jumping.
It was amazing the way he manipulated the crowd by changing the music in sometimes very subtle ways. Without Ezekiel explanation in the morning I would have said it was just loud noise but now it made sense. Jeremy kept my glass full but he was mostly working the VIP crowd and pressing the flesh. He told me there were some big wigs from the music industry he was trying to set a deal with.
Ezekiel was right about another thing: I felt positively overdressed. There was so much flesh on display I wondered why some of them bother getting dressed at all. I noticed one girl in the VIP area that I'd seen on television. She was in one of those teenage dramas that my daughter watched religiously. She must have been in a big hurry to get here tonight because she had forgotten to wear a bra. Her breasts kept slipping out the sides of what I assume she thought was a dress but resembled two handkerchiefs held together with fishing line. She and her two friends were wasted, stumbling about bumping into mostly men, not that they seemed to mind. At one stage she went to sit down and missed the chair. On her back with her legs in the air we all found out the bra wasn't the only thing she had forgotten to put on.
10K was getting close to the end of his set and he had the crowd whipped into a frenzy. Suddenly he slowed it down and the crowd looked to the stage bewildered, they hadn't got their climax.
"I want to welcome two friends to the stage!" He yelled before the spotlight on him went black.
Two more lit up at either side of the stage and Jamal and Isaiah entered wearing their slick suits and started walking towards each other. The crowd went nuts and girls screamed the guy's names as they tried to get closer to the stage. They yelled out greetings to the crowd and strutted about. I wondered what they were waiting for then the spotlight on the decks lit up again. Only it wasn't 10K anymore, it was Ezekiel in his own slick suit. They launched into three numbers and had the crowd screaming for more.
After two encores they left the stage and the house lights came up. I looked for Jeremy and saw him in a huddle with the three drunken girls. I'll wait for a moment, I thought, so I watched the people below slowly disperse. I turned around again but I couldn't see Jeremy. I wandered through the thinning group of celebrities. I couldn't find him and it wasn't that big of a space so I decided to head back stage myself.
The security guard on the side door wouldn't let me go in until Pete walked up behind me. He'd just come from packing up his mixing desk.
"It's alright," he said to the blockhead. "She's with 10K."
We walked through and down the corridor towards the dressing room. As we approached the door to the dressing room Jeremy appeared. He tried to close the door quickly but not before I heard a girly squeal come from the room.
"Helena, I was just coming to get you." He lied.
"Fuck off Jeremy!"
I pushed passed him and opened the door. Jamal was sitting in a chair with a naked girl between his legs sucking his cock. Isaiah was lying on a table with another naked girl astride him. A door on the other side of the room opened and Ezekiel came out of what must have been a bathroom with a towel around his waist. He stopped dead when he saw me and the little drunken starlet from upstairs ran into the back of him. The "dress" was gone and she too was naked and her hair was wet.
"Hi mum, are you lost?" She said before nearly collapsing in a fit of giggles.
I turned and initially started to walk away. Ezekiel called after me so I started to run as best as I could in my heels. I made it back into the main room of the club before he caught up to me and I knew he wouldn't venture in there in a towel. I scrambled for the front door unsure as to how or what I was going to do when I got outside. Bursting into the cold night air I spied the car that had picked us up parked in a roped off area to my left.
I made a bee line for it hoping the driver was in it. As I approached he got out.
"Everything okay, ma'am?" He asked politely.
"Could you see me back to the hotel please?"
"What about the others?" He inquired quite reasonably.
"They have a few things to attend to." I winked at him, "They told me to go ahead."
He shrugged, "Okay, in you get."
He opened the back door and I slipped inside.
Once the car was moving I relaxed and the emotional shit hit the fan. How could I have been so stupid? What the fuck was I thinking? I knew the truth of what had happened. I'd been caught up in my own little Cinderella fantasy. Poor little Helena is plucked from the dull drudgery of her everyday existence by an exotic stranger. He sweeps her off her feet and takes her away to his castle and she lives happily ever after.
"You are seriously pathetic," I muttered under my breath.
Was I really that desperate for attention? Fuck, what a mess. I opened my new Prada bag and was thankful Ezekiel had given me the room pass to keep safe. I stopped my mental self-flagellation and peered out the window at the city nightlife passing me by. My phone buzzed but I turned it off. I didn't want to talk to him. At the hotel I went straight to the suite with a busboy. After packing my things onto his trolley we went back to the lobby and I waited while he got my car. I saw my car pull up out front followed by a taxi. I was through the doors before I saw Ezekiel get out of the taxi and walk towards me.
"What are you doing?" He asked as he got closer.
"What does it look like?" I pointed to the guy putting my bags in the back of my car.
"It's one thirty in the morning Helena. It's a two hour drive home. It will be four o'clock before you get there." He held up his hand as he spoke and counted off his points on three fingers. "Go back upstairs, there are two bedrooms. Sleep on it and we can talk in the morning."
He was standing close to me, blocking me from getting to the car.
"Correction I will be home by three thirty and what about Miss Teeny Tits? Is she going to be with you in your room?"
"You got it all wrong Helena. I was having a shower and next thing I know she's in there with me. I got straight out and that's when you walked in."
"Oh how inconvenient for you! Did I interrupt your orgy?"
"Helena, please," there was an exasperated look on his face.
"Look, Ezekiel, or 10K, or whoever the fuck you are, it's not a problem." I replied tiredly, "We had some fun, we both knew it wasn't going to last. I got some naughty sex, you got some MILF action, now it's over. I'm not into teenage gang bangs so let's leave it at that."
I pushed past him and opened the door of my car.
"Helena, wait," he'd followed me and was holding out an envelope in his hand.
"What's this, my pay?" I asked bitterly looking at what he was offering.
"Stop being stupid, Helena, and let me finish." Ezekiel said sternly. "I'm leaving for Paris on Friday. I'm going to be the producer for some European artists so I'll be there for six months. This is a voucher for a first class return ticket to Paris. I want you to come with me." He waved the envelope again.
"Yeah sure, I'll just put my work, marriage and children on hold for six months."
"Please just take it. You can come for a week, come for a weekend, I don't care. I want to show you Paris." He pleaded.
My Cinderella moment had arrived, but it was past midnight. My old world was firmly back in place and that wasn't going to change.
"Goodbye, Ezekiel." I said leaving him standing on the steps still holding the envelope.
On the road I looked at the time, one forty five am. It would seem very strange if I turned up at home at four o'clock in the morning. I remembered a place just on the end of the freeway out of the city. Twenty four hour traveler's motel, cheap rooms for weary tourists. That would suit me fine.
I'd catch a few hours' sleep then get going early and I should be home before nine. I wanted to catch up with Cindy before work. She had dabbled in this sort of thing before albeit with her husband's consent. She would know what I should do.
I was wrong about the room, it was small, dirty and noisy. I was out of there by five thirty without even having a shower. I was sure a team of PhD students could spend a week in that bathroom and probably discover some new species of fungus and mold. On the road with the sun coming up over the ocean to my left my mood brightened. I pulled in and got some greasy breakfast at a roadhouse about seven and was driving into Coloons Bay around seven forty five.
Rather than ring I thought I'd just drop in on Cindy. She was an early riser and often went on early morning runs. When I turned into the road that she lived down I was relieved to see her VW in the driveway. However I was soon off balance again when I saw my husband's truck parked on the curb in front of the house. Maybe Cindy was getting some building work done but neither Jim or Cindy had mentioned it.
