Sextortion, page 7
Wondering at my lewd behaviour as I felt my clitoris swell and throb, I stretched her sex lips wide apart, exposing her erect clitoris. The pink protrusion was swollen, larger than I'd imagined, and I pressed my mouth against her vulval flesh, repeatedly sweeping my tongue up and down her open valley. The exhilarating scent of her femininity arousing me beyond belief, I fervently lapped around her clitoris, mouthing and sucking as I lost myself in my wanton act. Breathing heavily, her stomach quivering, her thighs twitching, I knew she was quickly nearing her climax, and I mouthed, sucked and licked her with a passion that frightened me.
"My cunt!" she whispered urgently as the crudity of my sinful act registered in my whirling mind. "Finger my cunt!" Driving three fingers deep into her open sex hole, I continued to lick and suck her clitoris, my mind awash with thoughts of her coming in my mouth, how I'd feel as her juices bathed my fingers and her sex button pulsated in orgasm beneath my caressing tongue.
"God, don't stop!" she screamed in her coming, gyrating her hips and forcing the open centre of her femininity hard against my wet mouth. Her juices spurting from her rhythmically contracting vagina, running down my hand, I sustained her massive orgasm with my snaking tongue. "Yes, yes!" she cried, arching her back and gripping my head, forcing her open sex valley harder against my mouth.
Quivering uncontrollably, her climax finally beginning to wane, she let out long low moans of pleasure, slowing her rocking hips to bring out the last waves of sex from her swollen clitoris. Gently mouthing and sucking, I again pondered on my indecent behaviour, wondering what I'd done, how I could have brought myself to do such a thing to another woman - to my blackmailer.
Sitting back on my heels as she began to recover, I watched her juices issuing from her inflamed sex hole, my mind swirling as I realized that I might be a lesbian. No, the idea was crazy. I'd been forced to commit the obscene act. Never again would I... Never again?
"I'll reciprocate," she smiled, her pink tongue provocatively licking her succulent lips as she slipped off the sofa. "Come on, swap places." As if in a dream I mechanically took my position, half dazed, not really in control of my actions as I sat with my thighs wide, my open vagina blatantly on offer to another woman. Yanking my sex cushions wide apart in her eagerness, she locked her hot mouth to my open hole, sucking and drinking my flowing juices.
Her honeydew lingering on my tongue, my arousal dangerously high, I desperately needed to come. Images of Danny loomed in my mind as her finger entered me and she sucked my clitoris into her hot mouth. I wanted him there, a man licking me, I wanted...
"God!" I cried as wonderful rushes flooded through my naked body. "God, don't stop!" The sensations rapidly building as she expertly worked on my ripening clitoris, I arched my back, my thighs open to the extreme as I forced my yawning vulval valley into her thirsty mouth. "Yes, yes!" I screamed, my orgasm coming, my body shaking violently. "Ah, yes!"
Engulfed in the beautiful sensations of sex, my orgasm erupting within my pulsating clitoris, I gasped and panted, my head tossing from side to side as she sustained my inconceivable pleasure. Never had I known such heights of sexual ecstasy, experienced an orgasm of such strength and duration. My very being was soaring to the heavens. On and on she fingered my spasming vagina, my juices of lust spewing from my open hole as she sucked and licked on my pulsating sex button.
The beautifully agonising sensations finally beginning to wane, I imagined Danny witnessing the crude scene. What would he think? What's this going to do to our relationship? His words haunted me, crawling across the webs of my mind like spiders as she slipped her wet fingers out of my burning vagina and gave my clitoris one last hard suck. Shuddering, my naked body sated, I didn't open my eyes. My mind lost, blown away on clouds of lust, I lay trembling in the aftermath of my phenomenal coming.
When I emerged from my drug-like state, she'd gone. My plan in ruins, I staggered to my feet and dressed, concealing my sex-drenched body, my dripping vaginal slit - the stark evidence of obscene lesbian lust. Climbing the stairs and flopping onto my bed, I cried. In my sobbing, I dreamed my dreams of lesbian desire.
Chapter Four
Danny woke me gently from my dreams at nine o'clock. Towering above the bed, his dark eyes frowning, he was obviously wondering what sexual acts the girl had forced me to endure. Did the thought excite him? Did the thought of me licking another woman to orgasm arouse him? Climbing off the bed, I realized that my inner thighs were sticky. The exotic taste of her orgasmic juices was on my lips. What I'd done had excited me, but Danny...
"Are you OK?" he asked concernedly.
"Yes, yes I'm OK," I smiled.
"What did she do to you?"
"She... The same as before," I murmured in my embarrassment.
"Did your plan work?"
"No, no, she left before I could... Danny, I'd rather not talk about it."
"I understand," he said. "I'll be downstairs."
But he didn't understand. I didn't understand. No one could ever begin to comprehend what I'd done, the pleasure I'd derived from lesbian sex. Making my way downstairs, my vaginal lips wet and slippery, my panties damp, I found him in the kitchen filling the kettle. He looked tired. The thought of me with another woman was obviously anguishing him, worrying him, and I wondered where it would all end. Essentially, I'd committed adultery, and the terrifying notion haunted me. God only knew what it was doing to my husband!
"What was your plan?" he asked curiously.
"I was going to follow her, but she left before... before I was ready. She said that her boss had taken you again."
"She lied; I went for a long walk. Selina, I want to ask you something."
I knew what was coming next - that he was going to ask me whether I'd enjoyed the intimate sexual attention of another woman. I couldn't take much more, the blackmail, the lesbian sex. I was losing my identity, my direction in life - my morals. I didn't know who I was or what I wanted anymore. I'd been a writer, a happily married successful author - but now? Now, I wondered whether I knew the difference between right and wrong.
"Selina, did you like it?" he finally asked.
"Like what?"
"The girl - did you enjoy what she did to you?"
"Danny, I... I don't want to discuss it."
"I'm sorry, love. It's just that, while I was out walking, I did some thinking."
"Oh?"
"This whole bloody business, this girl and everything - it's coming between us."
"It needn't, not if we're strong."
"It's not a case of being strong. I'm out walking while you're having sex with another girl!"
"What are you trying to say?"
"I don't know. I asked you whether you'd liked it because... This is obviously going to carry on, the blackmail and the sex."
"We'll get her. The next time she comes here, we'll get her."
"Get her?"
"Her car number, her name and address."
"We've been through this before, it won't do us any good."
I knew it wouldn't do us any good, but it was better than doing nothing. Danny was right, the blackmail and sex would carry on. She'd demand more and more until... What? I couldn't begin to envisage what the future held, what fate had in store for me. Discovering her identity might lead us to her boss and then... Then what?
Wandering into the lounge to escape Danny's questioning, I held my hand to my head. I just wanted the whole damned thing to go away, the nightmare to come to an end. I wanted things to be as they used to with me enjoying my writing and Danny working on his book. But I couldn't turn the clock back. Time had passed, water had run under the bridge, fingers and tongues had...
"Oh, no!" I breathed, my eyes wide as I noticed a pink vibrator on the sofa. Grabbing the device, I hid it beneath the cushion, thanking God that Danny hadn't seen it. The girl must have left it for me, I reflected. No, it must have fallen out of her coat pocket. She'd probably planned to use it on me and...
"I'm going up to work to try and take my mind off all these problems," Danny said, popping his head round the door. "I want to change a few things in the book before I send it off again." I said nothing as he climbed the stairs. There was nothing to say. Nothing to say about his book, either, other than it needed more than a few changes before sending it to yet another publisher.
Hearing the door close upstairs, I took the vibrator from beneath the cushion, wondering where to hide it. The best place was the dustbin, I decided, switching it on. The vibrations running through my hand, I closed the lounge door, mesmerized by the weird sensations. What would it feel like? I wondered as I switched it off. The vibrations running through my clitoris... Would I come? I'd never masturbated before, let alone use a vibrator!
Slipping my wet panties off and hiding them beneath the cushion, I sat on the sofa and pulled my skirt up. My thighs wide, I tentatively parted my swollen sex lips and examined my sticky vaginal folds, my erect clitoris. Imagining the girl's tongue there, encircling my sex button, I was about to try the vibrator but had a change of mind. I couldn't bring myself to pleasure myself, perform yet another lewd act.
Instinctively caressing my clitoris with my fingertip, I closed my eyes, revelling in the beautiful sensations. My thoughts returning to the girl, her wet tongue, her hot mouth, I desperately tried to fight the overwhelming urge to use the vibrator. No matter what I'd done to the girl, the dreadful things she'd done to me, I couldn't masturbate and sink further into the murky pool of iniquity.
But my clitoris called, swelling beneath my caressing fingertip, beckoning me, screaming for attention. What if Danny caught me? I pondered fearfully. I listened for him as I ran my finger up and down my sex crack, lubricating my erect clitoris with my copious juices of arousal. Hearing him moving about in the room above, I gazed at the vibrator, my mind torn, my hands trembling. Switching it on, it buzzed softly, as if calling me. I was safe - I'd hear Danny if he came downstairs.
Pressing the pink tip against my clitoris, my body jolting as the beautiful sensations permeated my quivering womb, I gasped. Never had I known such pleasure, such wonderful sexual feelings. But what was I doing? My husband upstairs while I masturbated with a vibrator in the lounge... What had happened to me? Stifling my whimpers as my clitoris swelled and pulsated, my mind blowing away, I didn't care what had happened to me. I was discovering the pleasures of masturbation, the amazing sensations my clitoris could bring me.
Parting my thighs further, I ran the tip of the vibrator around my throbbing sex nodule, breathing deeply as my climax neared. My arousal soaring, I recalled the girl's crude words. Fuck. Cunt. They excited me, floating around my mind, teasing me, goading me. "Ah, my cunt!" I breathed as my lust juices trickled from my vaginal opening and ran down between my buttocks. "Fuck my cunt!"
Suddenly gripped by the incredible sensations as my clitoris erupted in orgasm, my body shaking violently, I threw my head back, gasping as shockwaves of pleasure permeated my very being. On and on the ecstatic waves emanated from my vibrating clitoris, transmitting through my spasming vagina and travelling deep into my quivering pelvis.
I thought my climax would never end as my vaginal muscles rhythmically contracted, squeezing out my creamy orgasmic juices. I'd do this again, I decided. I'd keep the vibrator and use it when Danny wasn't around. Slip my panties down and elicit wonderful orgasms from my clitoris whenever I felt the need to come.
Need? I'd never experienced the need for an orgasm before. I'd enjoyed sex with Danny, the climaxes he'd brought me, but never had I craved an orgasm. The girl had woken my latent desires, stirred something within me that I'd not known existed. I was changing, but into what? Crude lesbian sex, and now masturbating with a vibrator? What was I becoming?
"Oh, yes! Ah, my cunt!" I breathed as my orgasm peaked and then began to recede, my distended clitoris pulsating beneath the tip of the vibrator. "God, it's beautiful!" The last ripples of pleasure leaving me, I switched the vibrator off and lay trembling on the sofa. My head spinning, my juices oozing from my burning vaginal sheath, I nonchalantly slipped the plastic shaft deep into my drenched sex duct, arching my back as my muscles tightened around the phallus.
"Selina!" Danny called, bounding down the stairs. Pulling my skirt down, concealing the vibrator embedded deep within my tight vagina, I looked up as he opened the lounge door. "Selina, I... Are you OK?" he asked concernedly.
"Yes, I... I fell asleep," I lied, forcing a smile.
"Your face is all red, love."
"I was on the cushion, my face pressed against it. What did you want?"
"I was going to ask you to have a look at my book. I need some advice."
"I'm not really in the mood," I sighed, fearful for the inadequacy of my vaginal muscles.
"Come on, it'll only take a minute. And it'll take your mind off things."
"No, Danny. Later, maybe."
"You can't sit here brooding, love."
"I'm not brooding, I'm thinking."
"What about?"
"About going away for a few days, maybe a week."
"What about your book? I thought you were going to..."
"I don't want to talk about the book, Danny. I don't want to talk about the book, the girl, the sex... I'm going up to bed."
"Oh, all right. I'll plod on by myself."
"I'll take a look at it tomorrow."
Once he'd gone, I parted my thighs and slipped the glistening phallus out of my drenched vagina, pondering on the wonderful orgasm the device had brought me. I had to throw it outside in the bin, I knew as I left the room. If I kept it I'd use it every day, several times a day - and I didn't want that. I didn't want to become a nymphomaniac!
In the kitchen I hovered by the back door, but I couldn't do it. Gazing at the glinting piece of eroticism in my trembling hand, my new, pink and most feminine friend, I knew I couldn't dispose of it. I had no choice - I was hooked. It would become a good companion, an intimate friend, I pondered as I climbed the stairs to the bedroom, clutching the wet phallus. It would be my secret, hidden beneath my pillow - my forever secret.
In bed, I curled up beneath the quilt, the desire to vibrate my erect clitoris to a massive orgasm overwhelming. But I needed to sleep. Tomorrow, I promised myself, my hand beneath the pillow, clutching the soft, pink shaft. Tomorrow, when Danny wasn't around, I'd masturbate again - and again, and again, and...
In the morning, I left Danny sleeping and took a shower. Massaging the soap into my vaginal folds, my ripening clitoris, I became highly aroused, tempted to use the vibrator - but no. I had to remain in control of my uncharacteristic sexual desires, ration my orgasms. If I allowed my craving to masturbate to get the better of me... The thought frightened me.
Leaving the bathroom without bothering to dress, I crept downstairs. Another day, more blackmail, more sex... The events of yesterday playing on my mind as I stood in the kitchen gazing at my elongated nipples, my nakedness excited me. Picturing the girl sucking and biting my milk teats, recalling the wondrous sensations, I took a deep breath and filled the kettle.
I had to drag my thoughts away from sex, drive all thoughts of lesbian pleasure and masturbation from my racked mind. Sex? I hadn't had sex with Danny for weeks. Did I want sex with him? I thought not. I had my vibrator, I didn't need Danny. Did I need the girl?
Pouring my tea, I suddenly realized how horrendous the situation was. Like waking from a dream, the harsh reality hit me that I was being blackmailed, that I'd paid the girl ten thousand pounds, that I'd watched Danny screw her, allowed her to lick and finger me to orgasm. The sex, the tremendous orgasms, had somehow numbed my mind to the reality of my predicament. What had the useless private detective done? I wondered as I sipped my tea. What the hell was anyone doing about the girl and the thugs? Nothing!
Again, I felt desperately alone and pondered on calling the police. But with the photograph of the girl's fist embedded deep inside my vagina as she licked between my sex lips, I was in no position to do anything. I was at her mercy, at her beck and call, and it suddenly struck me that I was effectively her sex slave!
Aside from me, how was the situation affecting Danny? I wondered. Again, I recalled his words. What's this going to do to our relationship? In my confusion I pondered on offering the girl sex as and when she wanted it on the condition that she demanded no more money. But her boss was demanding money, not her. He had the incriminating photographs and knew nothing about the continuing sex. That was between the girl and me.
What would she do if I were to deny her more sex? I mused. She could hardly complain to her boss! There again, she might cause trouble. Besides, sex with her was... God knew what it was! Never in a million years would I have envisaged myself in a lesbian relationship!
"Oh, no clothes!" Danny grinned as he entered the kitchen dressed in his suit.
"I've just had a shower," I smiled, wondering what he thought of my naked body. "Why are you all dressed up?"
"I'm going to London to see a literary agent."
"When did you arrange that?"
"I wasn't going to say anything, but I sent the synopsis to them and they want to see me."
"That's great, Danny!"
"Yes, it is. They've read the first few chapters and they want to see the rest. I was up half the night printing it out. Anyway, I'm going to take the next train."
"What about breakfast?"
"I'll find somewhere to eat in London; I don't want to be late for the meeting."
"Oh, right. Well, good luck."
"Thanks. If I can get this book published, I'll be able to contribute financially."
"Contribute to paying the girl?"
"I've one or two ideas about the girl which I'll tell you about later. Unless I go now, I'll miss the train. I'll be home this afternoon."
"OK, see you later."
As he left the house, I felt relieved. It wasn't that I didn't want him around, I just needed time alone, time to think. Poor Danny, rushing off to an agent clutching his manuscript! It suddenly occurred to me that, should he become published, then he'd be blackmailed too. They had photographs of him screwing the girl and... Success brought nothing but problems, it seemed, and I found myself hoping that they'd reject his book.
