Wiles was slowly unbuttoning his smoking jacket and loosening the belt around his trousers.
"If you don't hurry, I'll beat you to her, Andrew," he challenged. "I want part of your precious Jessica and I'm going to have her!"
Andrew froze for just a moment then ran over to the bed, grabbed Jessica and held her tenderly, reaching down and unfastening the horrible dildo shuddering as his arms tightened around the quivering girl "Oh, darling," she whispered "I don't know what to do, I need you so much! I can't help it!"
"Ssssshhhh," he whispered, glaring at Wiles who was watching them with a terrible grin on his face.
"Very touching," he commented, "Very touching, indeed."
"Shut up!" Andrew yelled at the sadistic man who held them all under his power."
Andrew was trying to fight the effects of the drink, but Jessica was clinging so tightly to him, running her fingers over the hard muscles of his thighs, and he could feel his blood begin to churn from her tantalizing touch.
"Oh, God," Gillian groaned and Duncan went to her and sat on the bed with her.
The drug affected Duncan more quickly than Andrew partly because of his youth and partly because he had wanted to make love to Gillian from the first moment he saw her, but this was not the way he had planned it at all, he couldn't have thought up such an evil scheme, anything so degrading.
Gillian wriggled against him, pressing her naked, voluptuous breasts against the material of his shirt and he could feel the heat from her body permeate him for he was also beginning to grow warm, his loins were tense and when he looked down, even before she touched him, he knew that his erection would soon become unbearable.
"Duncan," she murmured, "Fuck me… please fuck me, darling!"
Wiles went to the doorway and dimmed the lights once more as the room was completely dark except for a ray of light that shone in from the bath-room.
"You heard the lady," Wiles giggled maliciously, ecstatic over the horrendous situation he had put the two couples in. He forgot about screwing either one of the girls himself for the moment so that he could revel in the delight of the pictures he could take.
He had always been able to get excited by looking at pictures, and because of this he had always kept his office desk drawer locked. One day he had forgotten and his secretary had nearly discovered his cache.
It would have cost him his job, so after that he had brought most of his collection to the hotel.
His wife didn't suspect that anything was wrong because he had never taken them home either. His wife, he thought… that bitch, she didn't understand him. He had loved her completely at one time, but then she had been warm and responsive, not the cold, hard woman whom he was married to now.
He didn't feel that he had made any unreasonable demands on her, but she believed that there was only one normal way of making love and she refused to try anything else. He had begged and pleaded with her but she wouldn't submit to his wishes. It was because of that he had started dating other women, and why he had become so obsessed with the idea of making them suffer for the actions of his wife.
The other men in the office had mistresses, he knew that, but somehow, he was never able to establish any sort of extra-marital affair because of his obsession with sex and punishing. He got his kicks from looking at pictures of other couples doing the things that he had always wanted to do with his wife, it was his only way, and he didn't really care that he was humiliating them, it didn't matter.
Duncan leaned over and kissed Gillian full on the mouth and her lips parted and she let her tongue lick along the corners of her mouth he returned her burning passion and his tongue slipped between her teeth and tickled at the back of her throat.
"MMMmmmm…" she hummed, working her hips against his body, feeling the hardness of his penis through his trousers. Her hand closed around the solid bulge and squeezed.
"Oooooffff," he wheezed knowing that he would have to have her, that he couldn't contain his desire for much longer, but he didn't want to make love to her, when two other people were sharing the bed. He looked over at Andrew and Jessica, but Andrew had already shed his trousers and Jessica was fondling his cock with her delicate hands. They seemed oblivious to the fact that there were other people present Duncan became more and more excited as he listened to their heavy breathing and he let his hand caress the softness of Galleon's breasts.
"Yes… yes." she urged him. "Do it to me… please do it!"
"Darling," he whispered, "oh darling!"
She slipped him out of his jacket and threw it on the floor and stretched out full length, unashamedly, on the bed, turning towards him as he hurriedly worked at the fly of his trousers and the buttons of his shirt. His penis was jerking against his cotton shorts and Gillian wanted to reach out and feel its length and thickness, but in a few seconds, he stood above her, nude, his giant organ standing up like a flagpole, pulsating against his hairy belly.
He stared at her, searching her face for some sign that she wanted him to stop, he didn't want to ruin any future they might have, but he knew that the drugged drinks had made her passions as uncontrollable as his own. Her eyes glazed with lust and her hands reached out and touched his thighs, tracing a pattern up his leg until her cool fingers touched his testicles.
"Oooohhhh," he murmured and lowered himself onto the bed next to her.
She did not remove her hand from his genitals, but massaged and manipulated them, feeling the hot thickness of his prick in her hand. He was kissing her feverishly, lustfully, devouring her small, petulant mouth with his own, sucking on her tongue like a hungry child. Mewling sounds came from deep in her throat as she tried to urge his hands to her breasts, but he was fondling the globes of her supple, round buttocks, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh urgently.
Her fingers tightened on his rod and he thought for a moment that he would cum in her hand. She moved his throbbing penis back and forth, pulling the foreskin over the blood-red head of his cudgel and bringing it, pulling it closer to her until she could feel it dig hard into her belly.
"Oh, I want you so much," she whimpered, "Please please."
"Yes, darling, yes," he comforted her, but he wanted to wait a little longer. He wanted to get to know every part of her body remember it, cherish it.
His mouth dropped to her breasts and nibbled at the soft mound of flesh, sucking greedily on her pink, round nipples until they were erect and hard. He thought that he had never felt anything so good in his whole life. He had known other women, but never before had he made love to a woman who was so perfectly built, so softly rounded and sensual.
He cupped her breasts in his hands as he sucked, then began to move down further on the bed, her breasts still held in his hands, but his mouth sampling every inch of her midriff, the flatness of her belly, until his face was inches away from the soft hair-covered mound of her loins.
She let her legs fall apart, inviting his intimate caress and she began to tremble in anticipation. She had never had anyone do this to her before, she had never let her ex-husband, but now she wanted it she wanted Duncan to do anything at all to her just as long as he satisfied her burning all-consuming passion!
"Mmmmmmhhhhh," she crooned as his tongue flicked out at the nub of her clitoris which sprang into erection at his first touch. He bit softly at it, burying his head between her milky white thighs. She raised her hips up at his face her back ached from arching it toward him, but he couldn't stop now, she didn't want him to ever stop!
She was moist with desire and his tongue slipped easily between the swollen lips of her vagina and licked voraciously at her fragrant opening. He could taste the juice of her desire as he mouthed her vaginal opening, letting his tongue flick over her clitoris every few seconds.