Chapter 59: The Last Night

I was a prune close to an hour later when Jackie roused. She, too, was a bit of a prune. She slid off my lap and looked refreshed. But she still had dried pussy juice across her cheeks and on her nose. Yet Jackie seemed oblivious to the juices coating her face. She asked, “Dessert for dinner?”

Tyleen replied before I could say anything. “Damn girl, you are insatiable. Six times ... Most women would be happy to be fucked that many times in a week, much less wanting more in one day.”

Martha weighed in with, “No amount of oysters would get most men passed the fourth fuck.”

“Thank God for good genetics,” I added to the conversation.

Jackie appeared apprehensive when she said, “Hell if it gets me fucked more often. I’ll go to that nasty fish place every day.”

“So you mean you want to go get sushi tonight for dinner?” I teased.

“Will it get me fucked afterward?” She asked as a way of answering the question.

“No,” I answered.

“Then definitely not,” She said, shaking her head no.

“I guess I should have been more specific. It will not get you fucked. But it would get you made love with,” I explained.

“Then fuck no. I can’t have you do that to me again,” she claimed.

“I didn’t say to you. I said with. Just like last night. I didn’t make love to you, but with you,” I told her.

“To ... with. Those are just semantics,” Jackie stated.

I corrected her, “To me, making love with someone is pouring your very being out together with your partner. Where both of you experience the rapture of your joined whole selves. It is about more than just shared flesh more than the physical pleasure. That is why it is so draining. You are pouring yourself into another while receiving them in return. That’s what we did earlier. Whereas making love to someone is to receive the love and care of your partner. They in turn get the pleasures of your body and soul but your pleasure is an afterthought to their pleasure. So asking someone to make love to you is a bit selfish. It would be better to say can I make love to you. So it is not just semantics.”

“Semantics or not I can’t do last night again,” Jackie said.

“We’ll see,” I was letting her know she really didn’t have the last word on whether or not I made love to her. She could only control the with.

Tyleen knew what I meant by the we’ll see. “You are so ... pardon the expression ... screwed.”

Martha asked me, “If I go to the sushi restaurant can I get number seven. I will do to or with. Both sound perfect.”

Jackie grinned, “Yeah, they do don’t they? Just call the coroner to come get my lifeless body in the morning.” Martha and Tyleen both laughed. “Go ahead and laugh. I know what is happening later. And I know you wish it were you.” She stuck her tongue out at the sisters.

“Jackie, that wasn’t nice,” I said as kind of an afterthought.

Showing the rest had done her good, Jackie stood on the underwater tiled bench. She bent over and waved her ass. Looking over her shoulder at me, Jackie said. “Then I need to be punished, don’t I?”

“You seemed determined to be spanked, today. Don’t you?” I asked and answered.

“I don’t know ... Yes, I guess. It would be something, I would think, would be on the list. I mean that is how it started on that horrid movie ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.’ The BDSM. And you got the whip today.” She said continuing to wiggle her bare ass at me.

“It was a flogger, not a whip,” I corrected her. “And again, if you like it or want it, how is it a punishment?”

“I guess it’s not,” she stood back up straight.

“No its not. If I do it,” I agreed. “Martha, Tyleen. When you finish lighting her ass up send her down to the room.” I got out of the Jacuzzi and dried off. “I’m going to go make reservations for dinner.”

Jackie got pale. It had been a game and I had just changed the rules on her for the second time in eight hours. “But aren’t you going to stay? You could do it too.”

“No, while I don’t fully trust Tyleen,” I stated looking dead at the younger sister. “I do believe Martha will keep her between the lines. And you said you were determined to be spanked. And you didn’t say by whom.” I nodded to Martha, who stood up in the Jacuzzi. “Nothing too extreme.” She nodded in return.

Before I reached the stairs going down to the room, I heard Martha, “Bend over, slut.” Her demand made it clear to me, that I had made the right decision to let the sisters administer the punishment. They would do a good job introducing her to some BDSM actions, in ways I wasn’t prepared to do. Two steps down I heard Martha being more stern. “I’m not going to tell you a third time, slut. Bend that skanky fucked ass over ... Now cum dumpster.” Jackie’s first screech filled the stairwell as I stepped off the last step.

It was almost an hour before Jackie came back into the room. Her bloodshot eyes were just one thing that made it clear she had experienced a good bit of pain. Her red nipples were puffed out but had fingernail gashes in them. Her ass had a similar dark red in a few small circles, while the rest of her ass cheeks were red with a few visible finger outlines in the multicolored red. Her tits and fat folds over her pussy hole were also reddened.

And despite her walking funny and gently there was juice rolling down the inside of her thigh. While she had cried at the hands of the two sisters, she wasn’t upset with them. She actually seemed excited and ignored the visible results of what had happened after I left. “Join me in the shower?” she sounded almost giddy.

“I would love to. But you know it would lead to fucking. And we both figured we had one more in us, tonight” I paraphrased what she had said earlier. “And that is not how we’ll be using up the last one I have in me.”

“Please,” There was a begging in her voice. “I have more. Lots more.”

“Yet I don’t,” I told her.

“But I want to climax again,” she said unapologeticly horny.

I went to the side table and pulled out her small dildo. “This used to do the trick for that.”

“God, I wish that was the case. But it won’t do it anymore. I want a dick or tongue filling my holes, any of them. All of them,” she whined. “Shit I’ve never been so horny. Please do me.”

That was a statement I had never heard come out of her mouth before, ‘Do me.’ I said in response, “Do me isn’t something a lady would say. That is something a slut would say.”

“Yes, but I want to be fucked,” Jackie groused.

I pointed to the door. “There are lots of guys and girls out there that would love to fuck you. You just have to ask them.”

“But you would be mad at me if I did that,” She stated.

“Again, humans don’t get mad they get upset or angry. And, no I wouldn’t. You won’t be my companion in a little over twenty-four hours. So if you want to go out and make up for lost time and get fucked a lot, I won’t have anything to say on the matter. In fact, at this point, let’s agree your duties as a companion are over. Anything I say from here on out is a suggestion nothing more,” I said, ending our agreement.

“You mean I can do whatever I want?” she asked. She sounded excited at the possibility of having more sex than I could provide.

“Yes, whatever you want,” I parroted her. Then put a stipulation on the first statement. “As long as the other person agrees, obviously. But in your case, I doubt you would have anyone put up a fuss.”

Jackie appeared to have an internal struggle. It was evident she wanted to go out and find someone who would give her the climaxes she desperately wanted. Yet she worried about what I would think. She voiced that concern, “And you won’t think, I’m a slut if I go out?”

Her question made it clear to me she wasn’t concerned with being a slut. She was only worried I would think she was one. “I’ve told you all along, what you do on your time is your business. Not mine,” I gave her a non-answer answer.

Jackie must have noticed I hadn’t answered her question. “I think I will get a shower and go with you tonight. Maybe later I will catch up for lost time.” She turned to look at the door. I guess imagining all the possibilities. Something that was surely just to be in her head was mumbled barely audibly. “with your help.” She turned back to address me.”But now, we have a plane to catch tomorrow.”

She walked past me her red ass jiggling. She looked over her shoulder and lightly smacked her already red and jiggling ass. Her hand remained on the rippling flesh. “You sure you don’t want a piece of this? Because it is all yours in the shower.”

“Sorry the only dick I can offer is this one,” I tossed the dildo to her. She quickly turned and caught it.

“I guess it will have to do for tonight,” Jackie replied, then continued to the shower stall. I could barely hear her talking to herself as the water sprayed out of the shower’s wand. “Maybe I should see about a massage tonight. Stefan’s little dick is better than nothing. I wonder if the bellboy is still working. He had a nice tent after spanking me. Maybe Joe is right. I could go to the bar and get us drinks and fuck whoever. I’m sure I could talk someone into doing me.”

I couldn’t hear the rest of her conversation with herself, once the shower door closed. I could hear the shriek that occurred about seven minutes later. And the “Aah, Fuck yes” bellowed out, four minutes after that. It took a little over twenty minutes before Jackie was out of the shower and drying off in the room. She was pink, the hickey remnants were almost fully gone, and the fingernail gouge was still there as were the red and purple circles on her ass.

The hormones of Jackie’s afterglow were still present. They made their presence known in an overly cheery and docile mood. “What do you want me to wear out for dinner tonight?”

“Sushi calls out for that sexy satin baby blue dress with the spaghetti straps. You look so good in it. And it slides over your butt so easily when it is time to take you out back and smack on your ass,” I said being serious about the dress but nothing else.

“Are we really going back to the sushi place?” She asked going to the small closet to retrieve the dress. “Because you said my companion duties are over. And I rather not go there. So sushi?”

She had the dress in hand when I told her, “Maybe.” I was in the mood for some sushi. Plus it would be the last chance to see if she had retained what she had learned the last time we were there. And whether she would act accordingly no longer being a companion. I figured she had her spanking itch, scratched raw by the Simpson sisters. So she wouldn’t be looking to be spanked again. But would she go there in the first place?

Jackie held her arms up and slid the dress over her naked body. Again, she was in a guy’s strip poker dream attire. She was more playful this time. Dog ears were not exactly appropriate for the dress but the juxtaposition she pulled off nicely. Thirty minutes later we were in the elevator headed to the lobby.
On the way down, I slid my hand into the side of the dress. My fingers wrapped around the underside of the firm softball hemisphere on her chest. I gently squeezed her tit and rolled her nipple for a second. It hardened as did the one I wasn’t playing with.

Jackie started to lift the hem of her dress with one hand and bend over, “Are you going to fuck me, now?” She used her other hand to go to my zipper. “You can do me if you want. I’ll suck you first if you want my ass. I’d love to be your cum dumpster.”

I smacked her hand from my zipper, “You just want to be fucked. Don’t act like you’re doing it for me. I was only playing a little, a small tease.”

“A tease.” She straightened up and brushed her dress back down over her sweet curvy ass. She was mortified at her wanton action. “I’m so sorry. I thought you wanted me. And yes I wanted it so bad. That’s why I told myself, you wanted to do me again in the elevator. I was sure you wanted to use one of my holes again. Making me an exhibitionist one more time.” She put her hands over her face, ashamed.

“I told you you are no longer my companion. Again you’re free to do as you wish. It is up to you to live by your word or not. I can’t punish you for not keeping it. I can though choose if I want to associate with you. And you know my feelings about associating with people who don’t keep their word. So I can’t make you an exhibitionist. You can choose to be one or not,” I corrected her as the elevator came to a stop at floor six.

A guest about my age got on. He was dark-headed with brown almost black eyes. He was not an avid swimmer, runner, or fan of exercise from his appearance. Though he was smartly dressed and clearly headed out for the evening. He nodded to each of us but said nothing.

Jackie’s next actions and statements told me something I had said had struck a nerve and made her angry. I could tell by her dropping the thin straps of her dress down along her arms and helping the front of her dress end up at her waist. Her magnificent, yet slightly maligned over the past day, tits came into full view. The man initially caught them out of the corner of his eye but quickly rotated to see them full-on.

She asked, “So you don’t care if I expose my tits to this guy?” Jackie then tweaked her nipple to finish turning it into a marble.

“No, it is your choice. And it actually is in line with your wanting to experience all things sex today,” I answered calmly.

Jackie seized the shocked man’s hand and put it to her tit. She clasped the back of the man’s hand having it squeeze her tit. The shock of Jackie putting the man’s hand on her tit wore off quickly and he rolled her hard marbled nipple. She continued her rant. “And my letting some stranger grope and play with my breast. That doesn’t bother you?”

“I have no say in it. It is up to you what you do. My time of having even a little say is over,” I answered. Again not answering her particular question.

Jackie was having none of my non-answers this time. She pressed after a slight sigh passed from her lips. “But if you did have a say?”

A second sigh passed over her lips at the stranger’s talented massage of her nipple. I answered, “That is an interesting hypothetical. If I did. I would have to know more about this gentleman. He clearly is doing a good job at titillating you. And I have told you what he is doing is only sexual if you think it is. But you are acting like it is just a massage of your breast and tickling of your nipples. So maybe, but until I have a say again, we won’t know”

The elevator came to a stop at the lobby floor and the doors opened with the dark-headed man still had a hold of her tit. Jackie lifted the man’s hand from her breast so she could recover her tits with her dress. With most of the lobby watching she slid the straps up her arms as she raised the satin fabric back over her tits. Her hard marbles made points that were plain as day.

The man who didn’t speak English said,” Mulțumesc, domnișoară. Îmi plac țâțele tale. Data viitoare mi-ar plăcea să le sug pe ele.”

Jackie only nodded to the man, leaving the elevator car. All those that had seen Jackie’s tits before she had recovered them watched us closely as we crossed the lobby’s polished marble floor. Outside the hotel, I flagged down a taxi. While I did so Jackie asked, “Are we really going to the sushi restaurant again?”

“I am in the mood for sushi. So yes. If you don’t want to go that is fine. You can get a taxi and go wherever you want,” I answered as I reached for the car door.

Jackie stepped into the car through the door I was holding, “No, I’ll go. I just won’t like it. But you promised some version of lovemaking afterward.” Sounding slightly apprehensive she added, “God Help me.”

Getting in on the other side of the car I said, “I’m glad you decided to come.”

Cheekily she said, “That’s what I want to be doing after we leave the restaurant.”

Just as cheekily I said, “I think the other patrons may be shocked if we did what it took to make you cum. Because I don’t see you spontaneously orgasming from a sushi roll.”

Jackie stated, “More likely spontaneously upchucking.”

“Well, you will be upchucking what you chose,” I informed her.

“Hey what do you say we have me order everything this time,” Jackie proposed.

“Sure I’m sure the company won’t mind a night where you buy dinner. It will save close to one hundred dollars. And God knows every dollar counts,” I replied to her suggestion. I knew that either way the dinner would be expensed. The only thing was who did the paperwork.

“Oh hell no, I’m not picking up the whole bill,” Jackie seemed adamit.

“OK by me,” I replied knowing my secretary would be doing all my expenses, anyway

The conversation changed after that to everyday items about the time we were to leave. What we would be doing when we got back to Texas. Jackie was interested in what would be the next project and if it would be working with the former convict.

At the restaraunt, the maître d’ saw us coming. We must have made an impression the last time we were there. But then again I can’t imagine he is asked by many patrons to be let out the kitchen door. So my doing that likely made an impression. Though not near as big as Jackie’s ass and pussy being exposed on his loading dock while being spanked.

The maître d’ asked in his best English, “Welcome back sir. Table for two?”

“Yes, please,” I replied.

Without a bit of irony or cheekiness, “Would you care for a table near the kitchen?”

I looked at Jackie who grinned. It was her nonverbal answer to my unsaid statement. I said to the maître d’, “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

The man said to me, “The staff will be disappointed to hear that.” He seated us in the middle of the floor at a quaint table. Before leaving he took our drink orders. Jackie surprised me by ordering a diet Coke instead of an alcoholic beverage. Intrigued I asked her, “Last time you couldn’t guzzle the alcohol fast enough. So what gives this time?”

There was a sly smile when she answered, “Later, I don’t want to be even buzzed. It would take away from all the sensations, I’m hoping you give me.”

“I see you have already planned out your evening,” I commented, knowing that I had plans for her later.