Voodoo In Haiti

he blurring fog had gradually dissipated, and Alicefound herself with Roger in a strange place whereshe had never been before... It was sort of a bar, but the table they both occupied was enclosed inbetween four walls... She listened to him though his words didn't comequite clear to her ears, as though they were bothsubmerged under water. But she knew he wastelling her that he had not been happy with hiswife for several years... She could have beenprepared to hear all this, coming from him, everymarried man used it. What she was not preparedfor was that he sounded so sincere, so honest, solost... "Women don't have the same needs as men," shequoted, convinced that she was right, because itwas what she had been taught and therefore believed. "So, don't be too hard on her." "You don't really believe that, do you?" hequeried. "I wasn't making any unnatural demandson her, I just wanted her..." His voice was slurredand distant, but everything that he told her washitting home base. "I do understand," she lied, not knowing what else to say for fear she would sound like an idiot.

"I've ordered you something special for afterdinner because you've been so patient and listened to me and just because you've been you," Roger said, softly. "I really should go," Alice interjected not knowing really where she was, nor where must she go to. "Just a few more minutes and I'll take you home, but you must try this drink first... it's an order!"he laughed slightly and grasped her hand where itlay in her lap. His hand was warm and strong on hers and shecould feel an urgency permeate through his body to hers, yet she didn't take her hand away. Heleaned over and kissed her cheek, then her neckand she could feel a chill of excitement shiver herwhole being. She knew that she shouldn't let himkiss her, but she felt so relaxed and he seemed sounhappy and she was powerless to help herself... His affection made her feel that the old flame hadrevived again, and she was being desired and wanted by this utterly handsome man she once lovedso dearly, but when his fingers stroked the smoothsilk of her stocking just above her knee, she triedto pull away. "You're so lovely, Alice," he murmured in herear. "So very lovely!" She picked up her glass with her free hand andsipped the drink that he had ordered for her. Ithad a strangely sweet taste, but not like alcohol atall, yet she could feel it warm her as she swallowed it. "I really, must go home," she told him, her eyesfastened on the table because she was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. "Please, Roger, takeme home." "You win," he whispered, sighing heavily, thenadded. "But I have to pick something up first, it'sin my room, it will only take a minute." She gulped the rest of her drink as he finishedhis and he escorted her into the lobby of a strange-looking hotel where they both seemed to be. Hishand was firmly on her arm as he directed her tothe elevator with him. She didn't want to go to his room, yet she knewthat she would appear ridiculous and childish ifshe pulled away now and insisted that she waitdownstairs, so she went, reluctantly, as though shewould have been robbed of all her will power... A few minutes later he reappeared, but he hadtaken off his suit and was dressed in a silk robe, and it was obvious that he had nothing on underneath it. She gasped and jumped to her feet, buthe pushed her back onto the bed. "I-I-I'll take a cab," she stammered, as she triedto stay out of his lustful reach, but he was blockingher way to the door, so she couldn't get out withoutgoing around him. His robe parted slightly and she stared horrifiedat his gigantic, erect penis as it jerked between therobe and in front of her. "It's all yours," he panted throwing himself onthe bed and whipping her dress up to her thighs. She tried to throw him off, but he was sittingover her, pinning her to the mattress, his stiff rodof throbbing flesh bobbing up and down in readiness. God, no... no!" she screamed, but her throatwas dry and it sounded like no more than a whisper. "You're going to like it!" he breathed. "You'reso much of a woman!" Her hands beat on his chest, but he just laughedand grabbed her wrists, holding them with onehand as he struggled to pull her tight skirt up overher soft, fleshy hips. Underneath she wore thin, black bikini panties that hugged her firm buttocks, accentuating the slight bulge of her soft hair-covered mound and his hand closed over it hotly, lustfully. She wiggled and bucked in an attemptto throw him off her, but he was too heavy andthat last drink was beginning to cloud her headand she felt dizzy, almost faint. Tears of fear and anxiety streamed down hercheeks when she realized that she was at his mercyin a strange hotel and there was nothing she coulddo about it! She wanted to claw out at him, tearthe flesh from his face, kill him, but she was tooweak. She thought back to her wedding night withRichard and choked her sobs with resignation. "Take it easy, baby," he soothed, his fingersworking slowly, sensuously at the juncture of herloins, searching for the small bud of her clitoristhrough the silken material of her panties. He rubbed steadily, with a practiced stroke until herclitoris was suddenly, involuntarily erect and sensitive between her tightly clenching thighs. "Nnnnnoooo!" she groaned. "Stop! Please, Roger, stop!" Her voice was barely audible, her tonguewas thick and she could feel a hot flush electrifyingher body as she tried feverishly to wiggle out fromunderneath him. She could feel the heat from hishard prick as it jerked into her leg and his facewas contorted in a lustful gain and his breathingwas fast and irregular.