seriously, is anyone still reading the story?
because of the lukewarm response, I am considering if I should continue.
Helen looked at him with disgust as he disappeared into the toilet. Once he disappeared, she turned back to me.
Helen: Ignore him….
With my kneeling in front of her on the bed, she continued to massage my balls but my rod still does not react. She looked at me and shook her head.
Helen: Can you relax and not think about that fellow?
I looked at her, ego completely deflated, just like my dick.
Just when I was thinking about what to say, Helen suddenly looked behind me, eyes wide.
I turned to face the direction which she was facing but it was too late. Unlike my dream, I was clubbed on the side of my head by Matthew.
As his ham-like fist connected with my temple, pain shot through my body and send me sprawling onto the floor.
Helen screamed.
I landed hard on the floor, not unconscious, but the blow was hard enough to momentarily caused confusion to me.
All my strength dissipated and through my blurry vision, I helplessly watched as Matthew attacked Helen. I could see that he was now naked.
In an instance, he pulled her legs from underneath her, causing her to fall back on the bed. She was trying to fight him but it was as good as trying to push against a wall.
To prevent her from escaping, he laid down on top of her, immobilizing her.
Matthew: haha… you are so wet!
Helen: FUCK OFF!!! RRRRRRGGGG!!! SAM!!!!
She called for my help but I was still unsure of my physical self.
Helen: No….NO….. Dont touch……AAAARRRRRHHHHHHHH…..
Matthew: haha…… you are so tight!!!!
I could not see but from what he said, I guessed he had plunged into her.
Helen: AAAGHHHHH…….NO…..NO….. AARRRGHHHH…… SOB….. SOB……Nooooo….
I could hear the slapping of their bodies together, the erotic *Piak Piak* sound of copulation.
I nursed my head and slowly got unsteadily into a sitting position and looked towards the bed.
Helen was sprawled on the bed, her face in my direction. Her face was contorted into various expressions. One moment she was sobbing, but the next moment, when Matthew pushed in, her face showed pleasure, and then back to sobbing as he pulled out.
Tears were running readily down her cheeks.
Helen: uggghhh…… sob sob….. ughhhhh…..sob…..
Matthew was behind her, holding her hips, which were slightly lifted off the bed. He was enjoying himself.
Helen: sam…. ugghhhh…. help….ughhhh……pls….ughhhh….
Holding the edge of the bed, I got up on my feet.
MAthew: ahhh…. get lost….. ahhhh…..
He was warning me.
I was not prepared to get into a sword fight with him. If I were a kitchen knife, his would be a katana sword.
Matthew continued looking at me, scrutinizing me as to pre-empt my next move.
Somehow, Helen managed to lift herself with her hands, onto all fours, but with his vice like grip on her hips, he was ramming her vigourously non-stop in doggy style. I could see her melons swinging wildly to the rhythm of his gyration.
Looking at the scene before me, with her state of helplessness and being totally dominated by Matthew, caused something to stir inside me.
With the speed that he was entering her, Helen’s eyes rolled back into their sockets and even her frown or tears disappeared. Although her hair had fallen over her face, I could see that it was contorted with pleasure. Her sobs had also disappeared and replaced with loud moans of pleasure. Her primal physical instincts had taken over from the continuos invasion of her most private regions.
Helen: uggghhhh….. ughhhh….. uggghhhhh….
I was sure that her pussy lips were fully stretched to accomodate that monsterous dick and he would had filled up every vacuum that she had in her tunnel. Her hands collapsed again and her body fall back down on the bed. Only her bottom was held up by Matthew.
Helen: UGGHHHHH….. UGHHHHHRRRRRR……. UGGGGGRHHHHRRRRRR…………
I started to get an erection.
Matthew: haha….. you like what you see?…. haha…..
I did not reply him as I considered my next course of action, I wore my bottoms unsteadily and shook my head to clear my thoughts.
I knew that I could not take this man-beast directly. He would get me down again in 1 second.
I stumble towards the cabinet towards the door to look for a weapon. I knew that in some hotels, there were some wooden shoehorn available.
The cabinet is just besides the door and I opened it and spotted the item lying in a corner.
Helen: AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH…… AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH……
Helen’s moans filled the room. I was sure that she was cumming incessantly.
Just when I was about to reach for the shoehorn, the doorbell rang. I was stunned. Perhaps it was the room service paying a visit because of the din that Helen was making.
Whoever it is, I was sure that he would be able to help me to get Matthew.
I reached for the knob and yanked the door opened wearing just my jeans.
The welcoming committee was a total surprise to me. Lucy stood in front of the door, flanked by Wayne and Sara.
My eyes automatically moved over the Sara. I will never forget tHe look on her face. There was pure anguish on her face. I was sure that Lucy had filled her up with all the juicy details.
However, in the background with the bed hidden from view, Helen moaned loudly.
Helen: UGHHHHHH……UGGHHHHHHHH……
Sara’s eyes opened wide and her features turned into one of surprise and astonishment.
Lucy pushed me aside and strutted into the room. Wayne follwed and I quickly pulled Sara into the room and close the door.
When Lucy saw them, she did not shout but spoke quietly. For the first time, I could sense there was anger in her voice.
Lucy: what are you doing?
Matthew had stopped fucking Helen and Helen got to her senses, retreated to a corner of the bed and took a pillow to cover her privates. Tears start to roll down uncontrollably from her.
Matthew: I…. I….
Lucy: shut up. I am not asking you.
She looked at Helen.
Helen: he….. he…..raped me……
Matthew: No! she sedu……
Lucy snapped at him this time.
Lucy: I said I am not asking you!
Wayne: Let us retreat for a while. Both of you, get dressed.
He led Lucy, Sara and myself to the corridor at the entrance. Lucy just stood there and crossed her hands. Sara held my hands tightly.
Shortly, both of them appeared at the crampy corridor.
Lucy: What was my instructions?
Matthew: I…..
Lucy: You did not follow my instructions.
*Smack*
Her hands flashed acrossed Helen’s cheek and tears started rolling again.
Lucy: That’s for not following instructions.
Helen: He raped me….. sob…sob..
Matthew: that’s not it…. mu….
Lucy: shut up Matthew. I told you to…… enough…..
With that, she turned away from them and opened the door. Before she stepped out, she looked at me.
Lucy: I am sure Helen showed you the picture. The wedding will take place.
With that she stormed out followed by the other 3 persons, leaving only Sara and myself in the room.
Sara: What wedding?
Me: I’ll tell you later. There is something that is puzzling me…. let’s go…. I need to think about it….
I grabbed my stuffs and we made our way back to my place.
As we made our way back, the sky was already dark. Sara was pestering me to tell her more information along the way.
Sara: What is the marriage about?
When I did not reply her, she went for another track.
Sara: Tell me what happened? I will tell you what happened?
Again I refused to answer her. I needed some time to think.
Without prompting, she told me that Vivian was at her place and she took cover at my apartment. When she was there, Lucy and Wayne had knocked on the door. Lucy briefly told her that I was not trustworthy and would be fucking Helen behind her back.
She did not believed and so Lucy brought her to the hotel.
Once we arrived back at my place, she started pestering me again.
Sara: come on….. tell me…. I want to know….
Me: ok…… sit by the sofa.
I told her about the details, not missing out on anything. But the explicit portion where Helen and myself was engaged in a 69 position, I passed it over.
She did not say anything but scowled. Finally I finished and looked at her. She seemed to be deep in thoughts.
Me: I am sorry, but I had to protect you…..
Sara: I know….
She touched my face.
Sara: dont worry about it. I am thinking, how would it be possible for her to get me marry someone if I do not want to?
I am not able to answer that and I kept quiet.
Sara: Oh… you said you had something to think about. What is it?
Me: well….. few things actually….
Sara: what?
Me: first…. did you hear what Matthew was about to call Lucy when Lucy cut him off?
She thought about it.
Sara: I am not too sure, but it seemed that he about to call her mum.
Me: Exactly! That’s what I thought so. If Matthew is Lucy’s child, then what about Helen?
She looked at me, totally confused.
Sara: but Helen was Lucy’s child. You mean they committed incest?!
Me: I dont know. Probably. That’s why Lucy is so angry.
Sara: No…. it doesnt make sense. I had not known of Matthew.
Me: yes it does. Matthew looked young. Early 20s probably. So you could not have know him.
She scowled.
Sara: maybe……
Me: another thing. The photo of the old guy that Helen showed me. He looked vaguely familiar. I am not sure where, but I need to try to remember.
Sara: haiz…. baby…. how? Why not we get married first? then she cant force me to marry that guy…..
Me: not that I am rejecting you….. but you had only known me for a short time….. and marriage is for a lifetime right?
She sighed again.
Me: let me think about how to get you out of the situation. I make sure you wont marry him…..
I kissed her on the cheeks which is still a little swollen.
We could not think any more and it had been a long day. We went to bed.
Tuesday
I was preparing to get ready for work the next day when the hirer text me to tell me that the taxi had broken down and would be in the workshop for the next few days.
WHen it was time, I woke Sara for work and even though I tried to send her there, she refused.
Sara: dont worry about me. Your job is to think about the old guy and also ask Don to get to work. WE need more information from vivian.
With that, she left me alone in the house.
I text Don and he did not reply. I suspect that he was still sleeping.
Thus, I started to search my old photos to see if I could find the old guy.
I had a feeling that I know him but somehow, the memory did not stick and I could not place him anywhere.
Sara text me to tell me that she had arrived in the office without incident.
I continued looking through all the photos and by lunch time, I had gone through every photos that I had, but still could not find the guy.
Don then text me and told me that he had managed to get to speak to Vivian during lunch. He had hijacked her seat on purpose and when she appeared, he returned it to her. Luckily, she is fine to share the table with him and they started speaking.
I had to hand it to him. I would never had thought of this trick. I updated Sara on the latest information and she acknowledged.
The remaining of the day passed without further updates and I also had made no headway on the old guy.
I met up Sara at the mall and we had dinner before heading back to my place. She had already brought some of her work clothes over when I was meeting Helen and those were enough to last her 1 week.
She updated Vivian that she would be away and surprisingly, Vivian did not kick up a big fuss over it.
Wednesday
The taxi was still in the workshop and I did not have much to do. Again, Sara went to work on her own, leaving me to my elements.
Just after she texted me when she arrived at the office, I received another text from an unknown number.
unknown msg: Sam right?
I tried to call the number but the user disengage me once the number got through. This arouse a curiosity in me.
unknown msg: don’t try to call me
Me msg: who is this?
unknown msg: meet me at Ibis in 30mins. Tell the concierge your name directly and they will bring you to me.
Me msg: why the hotel? What is it about?
unknown msg: Sara
Me msg: what about Sara?
But there was no other reply. I tried calling the number again but it was already switched off.
My mind went back to Helen and what was supposed to happen but did not happen. I was positively sure that this caller had something to do with Lucy again.
Apprehensively, I made my way to the hotel, thinking about all ways to reject any advances.
Once I arrived there I went to the concierge and the bell boy brought me to a room on the 8th floor.
Bellboy: Sir, this is the room.
I nodded and watched him head back to the lift. Alone in front of the room, I prepared myself as I pressed the doorbell, expecting Helen or Matthew to open it.
To my surprise, it was neither both of them and there was no skimpily dressed woman as well. Instead, the old guy in the photo open the door. He greeted me with a smile.
Old guy: Come in.
I was stumped for a moment before entering. I looked around the room and there was no one else.
Old guy: have a seat. Can I get you a drink?
Me: no. I’m fine.
I had a million questions for him.
Me: How did you get my number?
Old guy: I have my means.
Me: who are you?
Old guy: sam…. sam…. have you forgotten me? Think….
Even though I had tried to search my memory but nothing came up previously. But now, with him physically in front of me, I had a faint recollection.
Me: No…..It can’t be…..
Old guy: I see you remember now
Me: I thought you had died….
Old guy: haha…. and so it seemed so…..
His name was Paul. A colleague in my very first job more than 10 years ago. He was a senior engineer then but I only met him for 1 week before he was sent on a work trip to Makassar. He was reported to suffer a heart attack there and had died.
Because of the short period of time that I knew him and also that it was so long ago, I did not recall him until now.
Me: they went to your funeral….
Paul: haha…. did you attend? I guessed you did not. Because if you did, they would have told you that they were not allowed to view the coffin….. haha…..
I was now confused.
Paul: haha…. you looked confused….. but I am not going to tell you the whole story…. instead let me bring you to the present.
Me: Sara….
He nodded and smiled. I could see that both his front teeth were missing.
Paul: Yes. You know that Lucy is going to give her to me? ….haha….
I looked at him and frowned.
Paul: a sweet young thing…. fresh…. I think she could probably be a virgin as well….. haha….
Me: what do you want?
Paul: simple….. I am in need of money. give me 100k and I’ll disappear. Lucy wont be able to find me and Sara will not need to marry me.
Me: what? 100k? where am I to get that amount?
He sniggered again.
Paul: it’s up to you…. she could marry me….
Or anyone else. I thought.
Me: even if I can get you 100k, and if you disappeared, Lucy will find another one for Sara to marry.
Paul: well, at least I could buy you time. I could disappear on the day of the wedding or the day before that.
I considered. Time. That is what I need.
Me: I don’t have 100k.
Paul: you find your means.
Me: and Lucy have not even said when the wedding will be…. it could be 1 year from now…
He laughed a throaty laugh and it was getting on my nerves.
Paul: that’s not what I heard. It will take place in 2 weeks…..
Me: I am not informed….
Paul: check with your girl…. go on… take out your phone…. call her….
Instinctively I reached for my phone. When I took it out, there were 6 missed calls and a message from Sara. I had switched it to silent before I met Paul and did not realized that it was ringing.
I read the message and she confirmed that she had received a text from Helen to tell her that she is getting married in 2 weeks.
Me: who are you?
Paul: I am who you knew me as, albeit a different name now….haha….
Me: who is Lucy to you? why did she look for you?
Paul: I would just say that she owe me a favour. And she is returning the favour with a young pretty girl.
Me: why not you just ask her for the 100k?
His eyes narrowed to slits.
Paul: don’t you know by now that there is no negotiating with her? Who am I to ask her for other stuffs when she made the offer?
I contemplated if he was telling the truth. But somehow, he did not seemed to be lying.
Paul: It’s up to you. I can’t bargain with her. But I can bargain with you….. the ball is in your court.
I decided. It does not seemed like I had much of a choice then.
Me: ok fine. I’ll grab the 100k for you.
Paul: I’ll disappear 1 day before the wedding.
Me: No….. I need you to disappear once you receive the money. I don’t want to risk it.
Paul: sure. Your call.
He offered me his hand. I looked at the greasy thing and brushed him aside, walking towards the door.
Paul: 2 days. I’ll contact you again on how to deliver the money to me.
Without replying, I opened the door and walked out.
I called Sara and assured her that she would not get to marry the guy.
Don text me to let me know that he is meeting Vivian for dinner that night.
I started to think about how I could get 100k for him in 2 days. Even though this seemed to be a feeble plan, however, I had no other alternative currently.
Once I walked out of the hotel, I wondered along the streets all the way to city hall. There, I checked my bank account 30k. I am still short of 60k. I considered my options. No banks will loan me 60k without collaterals. I am still paying for my flat.
Left with no choice, I called Don.
Me: Bro…..
Don: what’s up?
Me: errrm…. hmmm…. errrm…. never mind…..
Don: oei! Don’t act like a moron…. tell me….
I paused, wondering if I should ask him for a loan.
Me: I need…. I mean…. to borrow….errrm…..
Don: how much?
Me: it’s a big sum…..
Don: how much?
Me: 60k….
he went silent on the line for a moment.
Don: Bro…. why do you need so much money? I know you are a sensible guy…. what happened?
I told him the story and he remained silent again.
Don: ok…. i know this is not easy for you…. so many years…. you never even borrowed 10cents from me….. when do you need the money?
Me: the day after tomorrow…..
Don: I’ll get it ready for you….
Me: I’ll pay you back soon….
Don: haha…. I’ll charge interests…
I felt bad about it.
Me: sorry bro…. we can write an IOU….
Don: come on…. it’s not that much…. anyway, I know you too well….
Me: errm…. if not…. nevermind….
Don: fuck… you are forever like this…. considered it done….. I’ll prepare it for you…..
Me: do you have enough?
Don: Don’t worry about me…. ok…. I’ll got to go…. meeting Vivian in 30mins…. haha…. I’ll keep you updated…
I felt bad after he hung up. I had never ever borrowed any amount from any one before and the first time I am asking, it’s for 60k. Feeling bad, I went home directly.
Later that night, Sara came home, but I did not tell her about the meeting. I prefer to keep it a secret from her. If she knew about it, I think she would reject my help.
She was apparently upset about the message that Helen had text her about the marriage. I told her not to worry and she would not marry the guy. Some how, she was still unhappy about it as she went to bed, not entirely convinced by my assurances.
Don message me later that night to say that dinner went well with Vivian and he is making progress.
My apologies bros, that there is not much sex in this story. It’s basically more drama than sexual.
Hopefully you are not too bored by it.
Next story I will write with more explicit contents.
yes. there will be keep posted.
am in the office clearing a pile of shit today and its a sunday.
my apologies for the less than frequent updates