Naked Lies (18 page)

"That's a nice
greeting, I must say!" Den chuckled. "By the way, I liked your
little trick."

"What
trick?"

"Telling Mat
that I was making up stories about you leaving him. Yes, a good
trick - but not good enough. So, what do you think of your debut as
a porn star?"

"I think
you're vile!"

"I have
several copies of the tape and, unless you shape up, Mat
will..."

"I am not
going to shape up!"

"Jane, you
really must start thinking about your future, and I don't only mean
with Mat."

"What are you
talking about?"

"I'm sure your
mother would be horrified if she were to see her fruity
daughter."

"My mother?" I
gasped incomprehensibly.

"Yes, your
mother. So, are you going to play the game or not?"

Hanging up, I
imagined my poor mother watching the video, her reaction to my
wanton behaviour. The ropes not once coming into shot, she'd
believe that I'd been a willing participant to the debauchery, the
blindfold being an added titillation to my debased pleasure. Den
had got me into a compromising situation I'd never have believed
possible.

Pacing the
lounge floor, I tried to think, to clear my mind and come up with
an answer to my horrendous predicament. Even if I ran away, found a
flat somewhere, he'd send Mat and my mother copies of the tapes.
Never again would I be able to face Mat, let alone my family. There
was only one answer - comply with Den's every obscene instruction,
open my legs to him and his dirty friends on demand.

Ignoring the
ringing phone, I gazed out of the window at the weeds in the front
garden. Like Den, they wouldn't go away, constantly appearing, no
matter what I did to get rid of them. Weedkiller, poison... There
was one way of dealing with Den. What on earth was I thinking?

As Den walked
up the path, I dashed out of the room and hid in the kitchen. The
front doorbell ringing, I stood motionless, praying that he'd think
that I'd gone out. "Jane, let me in!" he called through the letter
box. I couldn't take much more of this. The bell ringing, my
blackmailer shouting through the letter box... It was driving me
insane!

"Piss off!" I
finally yelled, dashing into the hall. "Bloody well piss off!"

"Who's in a
bad mood, then?"

"Piss off and
leave me alone!"

Returning to
the kitchen, I sat at the table. All I could do was wait for him to
give up. I knew that I'd have to endure more at some stage, but I
wasn't going to be at his beck and call. It occurred to me that if
I had to give in to his demands I might be able to do a deal with
him - set times and days rather than have him turn up as and when
his trousers dictated.

The more I
thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. Properly
planned, perhaps I could lead a double life. Enjoy evenings and
weekends with Mat, and endure Den now and then during the weekdays.
But there'd have to be conditions. No strangers, only Den. Lisa? I
didn't know what I thought about Lisa.

"I do wish
you'd answer the bell," Den leered, appearing in the doorway.

"How the hell
did you get in?" I gasped, leaping to my feet, suddenly aware that
the carrot was still inside my cunt.

"I used a
credit card. Shall we have some coffee?"

"No, we bloody
well won't!"

"In that case,
let's get straight down to it."

"Den,
I..."

"You have no
choice."

"Yes, I know
that. Look, I want to talk to you."

"What
about?"

"A deal."

"I don't make
deals with my sex slave."

"No, listen.
I'll agree to... to your demands, allow you to have sex with me,
but only at certain times. I thought we could set aside certain
days and..."

"What if I
feel like fucking your mouth, and it's the wrong day? No, I don't
want to make any deals."

"I'll have to
know when you want me..."

"I'll tell you
when I want you. I'll tell you when, where, and how I want you.
Anyway, why try to make deals when you're going to the Cotswolds
this week?"

"Because
I..."

"Because
you're not going, that's why. By the way, Lisa told me that she
didn't come here for coffee."

"She'd hardly
admit it. She didn't want you to know so..."

"You really
must stop lying, Jane. The Cotswolds, Lisa coming here... It's all
a pack of lies."

"I'll tell you
something that isn't a lie."

"What?"

"I am having
an affair, and I do intend to leave Mat."

"Rubbish."

"It's true. As
yet, I don't know when I'm leaving, but I'm definitely
leaving."

"Why tell
me?"

"Because
you'll tell Mat and, when the day comes, it won't be such a shock
for him."

"We're wasting
time. Take your clothes off."

"I can't, I'm
expecting my brother to arrive any time now."

"You're lying
again."

"I'm not, he
phoned earlier."

"In that case,
we haven't got much time. Kneel on the floor."

Again, he was
going to fuck my mouth, force me to swallow his sperm. As I fell to
my knees, he pulled his penis out, his shaft solid in arousal, his
purple knob swollen. At least I'd not have to endure an hour or
more of sex in the lounge, I reflected as I sucked his silky glans
into my mouth. This would only take a few minutes and then I'd be
free - for a while, at least.

"Use your
tongue, bitch!" he gasped as he rocked his hips back and forth,
fucking my wet mouth. "Ah, ah! God, that's it!" As he clung to my
head, his broad shaft stretching my lips, I felt my vagina gripping
the carrot. I needed to come. I'd fuck the brass door knob when Den
had gone, fuck the knob and massage my clitoris to a massive
orgasm. Would I be able to slip the knob into my anal duct? I
wondered. The dreadful thought swelled my clitoris.

"I'll be back
later to fuck your arsehole!" Den breathed, ramming his knob deep
into my bloated mouth. "Fuck your arsehole and spunk in your
bowels!" As his salty sperm jetted from his slit, dousing my
tongue, filling my cheeks, I imagined three men using me, fucking
my orifices. The ultimate degradation... Ultimate sexual bliss?

Gobbling and
sucking on Den's cock, swallowing the last of his sperm, I tried to
push the terrible thought of three men out of my mind. One penis
driving deep into my bloated bottom-hole, another fucking my tight
cunt, a third sperming in my thirsty mouth... Images of three men
fucking me wouldn't leave my mind.

"I needed
that!" Den gasped, finally slipping his spent organ out of my
spermed mouth. "Lick my cock, lick it all over, whore!"

"Den, my
brother..."

"Lick the
spunk from my cock, slave!"

My tongue
repeatedly running up his wet shaft, over his bulbous glans, I
cleansed him until he ordered me to stop. Standing before him as he
zipped his jeans, licking the sperm from my lips, it was as much as
I could do to stop myself from asking him to slip his hand up my
skirt and bring me off. My clitoris solid, my cunt drenched,
rhythmically gripping the carrot, I pondered on lying over the
table, my thighs wide, and asking him to lick me to orgasm.

"I'll see you
later," he said menacingly, walking into the hall. "I'll be back to
fuck your arsehole." Trembling, desperate to come, I waited until
I'd heard the front door close before dashing up to the bathroom.
Grabbing a jar of Vaseline, my heart fluttering, I bounded
downstairs to the lounge and closed the door.

My craving for
orgasm reaching frightening heights, I hurriedly stripped, tossing
my clothes across the room in my urgency to abuse my naked body.
Smearing Vaseline between my buttocks, over the brass door knob, I
stood with my back to the door.

Leaning
forward, manoeuvring my hips, I eased the cold knob between my
buttocks. Would it go in? I wondered. The massive cucumber had
slipped into my anal duct, so why not the door knob? Swivelling my
hips, aligning the brass phallus with my secret entrance, I gasped
as my rectal canal suddenly sucked the knob deep inside.

"God!" I
breathed, my bloated anal tube sending electrifying sensations deep
into my pelvis. "God, what am I doing?" My vaginal muscles taut
around the carrot, my rectum stretched to capacity, I couldn't
believe my degenerate act.

Den had roused
my nipples from their sleep state, and I'd sucked and nibbled them.
He'd woken my taste buds, and now I craved sperm. He'd rudely
brought my bottom to life with the cucumber and his cock, and now I
was sustaining that awakening. What next? I wondered as I wiggled
my hips, the door knob massaging my secret inner flesh, tantalising
the nerve endings there. What would he rouse next?

My graceful
femininity had faded into oblivion, I reflected through my mounting
carnal paroxysm. The sensual mounds and valleys of my naked body,
once veiled with silk and lace, were now indecently bared, brazenly
traded as wares. I'd wandered through the door to intense sex, and
it had closed firmly behind me. I could never turn back. Never
again would my life be the same.

Pistoning the
carrot in and out of my tightening cunt, I massaged my clitoris
with my fingertips, bringing out the most incredible sensations I'd
ever experienced. The door knob brought me pain as I rocked my hips
and shuddered with the inconceivable pleasure. But the pain somehow
aroused me, my inflamed anal canal tightening with pleasure around
the plundering brass phallus. My sphincter muscles aching,
stretched to capacity, I was deriving immense gratification from my
discomfort.

Suddenly, my
orgasm erupted, exploding within my pulsating clitoris,
transmitting waves of pure sexual bliss through my quivering frame.
My two holes bloated, I massaged my clitoris faster, sustaining my
climax as my legs sagged. My entire body bathed in orgasm, I lost
myself in my sexual frenzy, abusing my femininity in the name of
lust. Never again would I make love, I knew. In my ever-deepening
depravity, I now knew only how to fuck.

Shame engulfed
me as my climax waned, my clitoris sending out the last ripples of
sex, my cunt aching, my bottom inflamed. Shame, remorse, guilt...
I'd abused my naked body beyond belief, derived debased pleasure
from my wanton immorality, my most wicked and sinful act. But it
was my secret, I consoled myself as I tentatively moved forward,
the door knob relinquishing my ravished anal sheath with an obscene
sucking sound. Only the devil and I knew to what depths of
depravity I'd fallen.

Staggering
across the room, I lay full length on the sofa, quivering,
trembling uncontrollably as my cunt rhythmically tightened around
the carrot. My clitoris still swollen, as if begging for my
massaging fingertips, I tried to slow my breathing, recover from my
fantastic climax. Closing my eyes, I knew that I couldn't
masturbate again. I needed rest.

Waking from
obscene dreams, I hauled my naked body up with a start. The reality
was worse than the fantasy, I realized fearfully, my wakeful eyes
apprehending the sticky door knob. My bottom-hole aching, I
recalled my corrupt act, my brown anal tissue stretched tautly
around the cold phallus. What would I do next? I wondered as I
climbed the stairs to the bathroom, the carrot massaging my vaginal
walls. What creative act would I commit next? The pit of depravity
was bottomless!

After a shower, I dressed and returned to the kitchen to
finish making the curry. The carrot bloating my pussy, inducing my
lust cream to flow, I pulled my wet panties aside and slipped the
hot phallus out of my sex sheath. In my wickedness, I sliced the
dripping carrot and tossed it into the saucepan.
Nice and spicy!
I laughed
inwardly, wondering whether to marinate all the vegetables in my
well-juiced cunt before tossing them into the pot. "Pussy juice
curry!" I giggled. But my horrendous situation was far from
funny.

The curry simmering, I pondered on Den's words.
I'll be back to fuck your
arsehole
. I recalled the recent events, the
hole in the fence, the leather belt, the bamboo cane, the candle,
the cucumber... He'd even used a credit card to get into my house.
Now he could slip in as and when he wanted to use and abuse me, my
naked body.

I knew that it
was only a matter of time before Mat walked in and discovered the
awful truth - Den and Lisa using my naked body for sex. If only Den
had agreed to set days and times. I was forever at his beck and
call! By the law of averages, the day would come when Mat
discovered Den coming in my cunt and Lisa coming in my mouth. The
end of an era. The end of a marriage.

Wandering aimlessly around the house, I discovered another
note on the door mat.
Dirty little wet
cunt
. The crude words battered my mind, but
I was determined not to allow whoever it was to rile me. I'd be
strong and... I had no strength.

Screwing the
note up, I realized how mundane my life was. With Mat earning good
money, we'd decided that I should stay at home and do the garden
and cooking. I'd been quite happy with the situation - but now?
What was I? I wondered. A housewife? A home maker? I was a whore -
a home breaker.

Before I'd met
Mat, I'd worked in publishing, hoping to carve out a good career
for myself. After we married, I gave up work to build a home. But
all I'd become was the gardener, the cook, the cleaner, the
hostess... All I'd done was support Mat, allow him the time and
space to build his career. Perhaps I would be better off out of it?
I pondered as the phone rang.

"Hallo," I
said softly, ready to hang up on Den.

"Jane, it's
Lisa."

"Lisa? Er...
What do you want?" I asked in surprise.