The Next Morning

Jack made sure to do two things before he left the girl. Firstly, he cleaned her up a little. He used a wet washcloth to clean her pussy so she wouldn’t know how much cum he’d left inside her. Secondly, he took one of her sleeping pills and ground it up, leaving it in the bottom of a glass that he filled with water. He wanted her a little addled the next morning. If she hadn’t woken up through a fairly vigorous fucking, the pills had to be pretty good.

The first thing he did when he woke up was check his cameras. He saw her standing naked in the kitchenette downing the last of a glass of water. He smiled, hoping she’d chosen the glass he prepared for her. Sure enough, in a few minutes she began to stumble. He saw a look of fear in her eyes; she clearly had no idea what was happening to her. She stumbled across the room before passing out on the couch, her body going still after only a few moments.

Jack rushed to the guest house and used his key to enter. He found her just where he’d seen her: sprawled out on the couch, limp and available. He wanted to take her right then and there. She was so inviting with her legs spread open like that. Her nipples were hard in the cool morning air. She looked like a toy, all still the way she was. And he wanted to play.