Sextortion (9 page)

My hand
tentatively moving between her thighs as I bit and sucked her
nipple, I hesitated. I couldn't do it, although I knew I had to.
"Come on, Selina," she coaxed me huskily. "I'm hot and very wet,
finger my cunt." My hands trembling as her crude words resounded
through my tormented mind, my fingertip between her fleshy sex
lips, I found the drenched entrance to her vagina and pushed my
finger inside.

She shuddered,
her breathing deep, heavy, as I entered her. The walls of her
vagina were silky, soft, hot, creamy. This wasn't so bad, I mused
as she instructed me to massage her clitoris. To discover her
identity, to try to halt the blackmail, as a means to an end, this
wasn't so bad.

Her clitoris
was solid, hard beneath my fingertip, and I recalled her licking me
to orgasm. I became confused as I massaged her pleasure spot and
she began whimpering in her sexual awakening. What was I doing?
This was lesbian sex. What the hell was I doing? Her hands fumbling
with my skirt, tugging it down, I again thought I couldn't go
through with it and stepped back.

"Selina," she
said throatily, threateningly. "You're not going to stop now."

"I... Look,
I..."

"My boss has
your husband."

"No, he
hasn't," I countered. "I know where Danny is, he rang me just
before you arrived."

"I wouldn't
bet on it, if I were you."

She was
bluffing, I was sure as she knelt before me and yanked my skirt
down to my ankles. Danny was safe, either walking or... Pulling my
panties down, she looked up at me, her face grinning as she ran her
fingertip up and down my moist sex crack. Her boss didn't know she
was with me, I was positive as her finger deftly teased my
clitoris. I deliberately hadn't drawn the curtains, which would
prove my theory if there was no camera flash.

"You're nice
and wet," she purred, her finger opening my tight hole and entering
my slippery sex duct. "And very hot." Pushing a second finger into
my vagina, she began thrusting in and out of my sheath.
Involuntarily bending my knees, I gasped, quivering like a leaf as
the incredible sensations transmitted deep into my contracting
womb.

Danny knew
what I'd be doing, which helped to eradicate my guilt. He knew what
I'd be forced to do, that we were in this together, that I had no
choice. Had I a choice? As she parted my vaginal lips and sucked on
my clitoris, adding to the amazing sensations, I knew that I could
put up with this. More than put up with it, I... Again, I tried to
deny the illicit pleasure another woman's intimate attention was
bringing me. I didn't want a lesbian relationship, and yet...

"It's my
turn," she grinned, her glazed eyes staring at me as she sat on the
sofa with her legs spread, her vaginal slit gaping. "Come and kneel
between my feet." Almost mechanically I took my position, gazing at
her alluring pinken valley, the opaque droplets of sex liquid
clinging to her intricate folds.

I knew what
she wanted me to do as I massaged her soft inner lips - that she
wanted my mouth pressed against her sex flesh, my tongue caressing
her clitoris to orgasm. Experiences? It had taken me long enough to
bring myself to suck Danny to orgasm and swallow his sperm, let
alone another woman - a virtual stranger.

"Lick me," she
murmured, her eyes closed as she parted her thighs further, the
portal to her sex duct opening invitingly. "Lick my cunt." Stroking
her velveteen folds, running my fingertip up and down her moist sex
valley, I circled her solid clitoris. Moving my head forward, my
tongue protruding, eager, I hesitated, examining her most intimate
flesh. Could I lick her there? Did I want to taste her juices of
lesbian arousal? I was torn between my own unbelievable arousal and
the immorality of the crude act.

"Lick my
cunt," she instructed me again. Moving closer, I tentatively licked
her full outer lips, tasting her heady female juices. "My
clitoris!" she gasped, moving forward on the sofa until her
buttocks were over the edge of the cushion. Again, I licked the
soft hillocks of her swollen outer lips, not daring to venture into
her wet valley.

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.

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.