Sextortion (22 page)

"Oh?"

"Copies of
video tapes will also be sent to your family, your publisher, your
friends and neighbours..."

"Look, we're
going to have to come to some kind of arrangement," I said,
imagining the neighbours watching my debauchery on TV. "There's no
more money and my husband has left me. The publisher doesn't want
another book..."

"Arrangement?"
she frowned. "What sort of arrangement?"

"I don't know.
This boss of yours, if there's no more money..."

"If there's no
more money, he'll become extremely upset. Sex - what about sex?"
she asked.

"What about
it?"

"I don't know
how you'll keep my boss happy, but you can keep me happy by doing
what I ask, when I ask."

"There is no
boss, is there?"

"There is,
Selina - believe me!"

"Then, in
effect, you're both blackmailing me."

"Yes, you
could say that. He'll go to the papers unless you pay up, but I do
have some influence over him. If you keep me happy, I might, just
might, be able to keep him happy. Now, take your dress off."

I knew I was
in for a thrashing as I slipped my dress off, but I felt that I was
getting somewhere at last. She'd seemed to accept that Danny had
gone, and that there was no more money, and I was sure that all she
could take from me now was my body.

Dragging the
small table across the room, she placed it in front of the sofa,
the hard edge against the cushion. Wondering what she had in mind
as she took my arm and ordered me to sit on the table; I complied
with the obedience of a trained sex slave.

"Lie back and
rest your head on the sofa, keeping your feet on the floor," she
instructed me.

Reclining as
she rummaged in her bag, I allowed her to part my feet and cuff my
ankles to the table legs. I was complying to substantiate my claim
that Danny had gone and the money had dried up, that all I now had
to offer was my body, I told myself. But I couldn't deny my
building arousal, and, frightening though it was, my eagerness to
have her attend my cunt with her wet tongue, her slender
fingers.

Binding each
wrist with lengths of rope, she stretched my arms out, tying the
ends of the ropes together behind the sofa. My thighs wide, my cunt
gaping, I was completely defenceless, vulnerable to her every
lesbian whim. I was in the wrong position for a buttock whipping,
and wondered whether I was to endure a vulval thrashing as she
delved into her bag. The thought sending a lascivious quiver up my
spine, I lifted my head, gazing in horror as she pulled a razor and
can of shaving foam from the bag.

"No!" I
protested as she knelt between my feet and squirted the foam over
my vaginal lips, my mons.

"I like my
girls shaved," she smiled.

"No, please
don't shave me!"

"I'll do
exactly as I wish."

My head
flopping back onto the sofa cushion, the foam cooling my sensitive
outer lips, I cringed as she dragged the razor over the rise of my
mons. I dared not look as she worked between my splayed thighs,
carefully unveiling my most private place. Pulling my pussy lips up
and apart, removing every curl, she shaved the soft skin between my
thighs and my sex cushions.

I felt
ravaged, pillaged. I dreaded to think what I'd look like with the
most intimate part of my body so brazenly displayed. What would
Danny say? Why hadn't he phoned?

"You're
looking much better," the bitch giggled. I said nothing as she
finished her work, wiping away the foam and pubic thatch with a
towel. "There, take a look," she grinned, stroking my smooth
vaginal lips.

Lifting my
head, I gazed at the hairless skin of my naked mons. The pink weals
fully visible, fanning out over my intimate flesh, I couldn't
believe what she'd done to me.

"Right, you're ready for my first customer," she leered,
rising to her feet and leaving the room. First customer? She
was
selling me for sex, I
thought fearfully, recalling Chrissy's words.
First
customer? How many were there? I
knew it was futile to struggle - there was no way I could escape.
How bitterly I regretted allowing the cow into the house, making
yet another fatal mistake!

"Here she is,"
she grinned, showing a young man into the room.

"Nice, very
nice," he beamed, focusing his lustful eyes on my shaved cunt. "I
like her metal bra! And her cunt... God, it's beautiful."

"So, what's it
to be?" she asked him.

"Just a quick
fuck."

"OK, fifty
pounds."

As he handed
her the money, I felt swamped with humiliation, degradation. I was
no better than a common prostitute. Worse, I wasn't getting a penny
for my services! Watching the man kneel between my feet and unzip
his trousers, I couldn't believe the predicament I was in. Just a
quick fuck? I was nothing more than a lump of flesh to be used and
abused, to satisfy men's sexual cravings!

"Don't take
too long," the bitch said, kneeling beside the man and watching him
run his swollen knob up and down my naked sex valley. "I have
several other clients waiting."

Where had she
found the clients? I wondered as his knob slipped between my inner
lips and glided deep into my wet cunt. Had she advertised me, my
naked body? Jolting as he repeatedly withdrew his huge penis and
thrust into me, I shuddered as I imagined man after man entering
me, fucking me and spunking up my tight cunt. How many could I
take?

"God, she's
nice and tight," he murmured, his heavy balls slapping my naked
buttocks. "Worth every penny."

"You can have
her whenever you like," the bitch volunteered as my juices
squelched with the pistoning. "Fuck her every day, if you want
to."

"I'd love to,
but I can't afford it," the panting man replied, parting my
hairless lips and exposing my erect clitoris.

"I can do you
a special price, but we won't discuss it now. You carry on and
enjoy yourself."

A special price? What did she think I was, a blow-up doll?
Perhaps I shouldn't have told her that Danny had left me, I
reflected, recalling her chilling words.
It
changes things
. It certainly did change
things, leaving me wide open for commercial sex! Again, I'd been so
naive, so stupid.

"Here it
comes!" the man groaned, his penis swelling as he increased his
rhythm. "God, I'm coming!" I felt his sperm jetting from his solid
knob, gushing deep into my cunt as his swinging balls slapped my
naked buttocks. How many cocks were going to penetrate me? How much
sperm was going to be pumped deep into my burning cunt?

Making his
last thrusts, his dark eyes glazed, he leaned on the sofa and
rested his weight on his hands. Gasping, his knob embedded deep
within my vaginal sheath, he gazed longingly at my open sex valley,
my exposed clitoris. Number one, I mused as he finally slipped his
spent cock out of my brimming cunt. Number one of how many?

As he rose to
his feet and followed the girl to the front door, I renewed my
attempts to break free from my bonds. Sperm oozing from my open sex
hole and running down between my buttocks as I struggled, I knew
there was no escaping my fate.

"Put some
effort into the next one," the girl chastised me as she entered the
room. "Make out you're enjoying it."

"No, I won't!"
I spat.

"You will!
Unless, that is, you want the cunt thrashing of your life."

Answering the
front door, she returned with another man. In his sixties, his grey
hair balding, he gazed in disbelief at my naked body, my drenched
cunt slit. Closing my eyes as the tart asked him what he'd like, I
shuddered as he told her he wanted to fuck my mouth and then my
cunt.

"That'll cost
you eighty," she pronounced.

"As much as
that?"

"I'd have
thought it pretty good, considering you'll be fucking her
twice."

"OK, eighty it
is. I like my whores shaved."

"So do I!" she
giggled.

Looking
through my eyelashes as he passed her the money and slipped his
trousers off, I gazed in horror at his semi-erect cock. By far the
biggest I'd seen yet, my eyes widened as his member stiffened,
reminding me of a horse's shaft. His huge purple globe swollen,
glistening in the light as he knelt on the sofa either side of my
naked body, I shuddered as he positioned himself with his glans
inches from my mouth.

"Suck him
off," the girl instructed me crudely as I focused on his sperm
slit. Opening my mouth, I took his glans inside and gently sucked.
I had no choice, I knew, as he drove his knob to the back of my
throat and began gasping. He'd paid up front, and I was to satisfy
his needs, or bear the consequences.

"Don't forget
what I told you, Selina," she murmured as the man's heavy balls
pressed against my chin, his pubic hairs tickling my face.
Breathing in the heady scent of his dark curls, I sucked harder,
moaning through my nose as if I was enjoying the crude coupling.
Was I enjoying it? To my horror, I found myself craving his spunk,
longing for him to come in my mouth, bathe my tongue with his white
jism.

As he withdrew
his solid shaft, my taut lips engulfing his purple plum, I snaked
my tongue over its silky surface. His body becoming rigid, he
rocked his hips, gently fucking my hot mouth as his sperm jetted
from his glans. Moaning, his balls slapping my chin, he clutched my
head as he pumped his liquid into my thirsty mouth, filling my
cheeks. Swallowing hard, I continued to drink from his orgasming
knob, draining his heavy balls as his huge penis twitched in its
coming.

Could he
manage to fuck me and shoot more spunk deep into my cunt? I
wondered as he shuddered and slipped his wet cock out of my mouth.
Clambering off the sofa as I slurped his lust fruits from my chin,
he knelt between my feet. Surely he couldn't achieve a second
erection so quickly? Feeling his knob stabbing between my inner sex
petals, I prayed that he could.

I was not to
be disappointed. "Christ, she's wet!" he breathed as his shaft
entered me, stretching the silken walls of my vagina. Didn't he
know that I'd just been fucked? I pondered as he withdrew and
rammed his knob into me again. Obviously not, I concluded as he
quickened his rhythm, his huge balls smacking my buttocks.

Moaning,
pretending to enjoy the enforced fucking, I realized that my gasps
were for real as he thrust his wet cock in and out of my tightening
vaginal duct. My clitoris erect, pulsating as his shaft massaged
the sensitive tip, I knew I was going to come. My craving for crude
sex was heightening and, in a moment of madness, I imagined selling
my body to men to satisfy their lust.

But was it a
moment of madness? I enjoyed being fucked, having men's huge cocks
driving in and out of my burning cunt, their spunk jetting over my
cervix - so why not get paid for it? I loved having my clitoris
licked and sucked to orgasm, my bottom fucked, my... No, I couldn't
do it. Selling my body for sex wasn't... But I was doing it! I was
a prostitute and the girl my pimp!

His jism
jetting from his swollen knob, bathing my cervix as he fucked me, I
reached my own mind-blowing climax, wondering what had happened to
the old Selina Goodman. Happily married housewife, best-selling
author... What was I now? I wondered as my orgasm peaked, sending
electrifying ripples of sex through my shaking body. Selina
Goodman, the whore.

Lifting my
head, I gazed at the man's wet shaft as it repeatedly sank into my
cunt and emerged. My hairless love lips stretched tautly around his
massive organ, my clitoris completely exposed, I imagined two cocks
fucking me, both forced up my cunt, spunking me. My orgasm peaking
again as I watched the beautiful sight, I whimpered in my
incredible coming, my entire body alive with sex. Again and again
he drove his swollen knob deep into my lust sheath, battering my
cervix as his spunk flowed and spilled from my bloated cavern.

Finally
collapsing over my sated body, he breathed heavily as his glans
absorbed the heat of my inflamed duct. Twice, I'd had my cunt
filled with sperm and I wondered how many more clients the bitch
had lined up as I lay quivering in the aftermath of my beautiful
multiple orgasm. Three, four, five...

"I'll have to
come again," the man grinned as he climbed to his feet, his flaccid
penis slipping out of my inflamed vagina, dripping with a blend of
sperm and cunt milk. "Excuse the pun."

"Indeed, you
will," the tart chuckled as he tugged his trousers up his legs.
"Ring me anytime and I'll arrange it."

Sperm pouring
from my burning cunt, I closed my eyes, wondering how many more men
I could take as she showed the old boy out. If Danny stayed away
for two weeks and she brought half a dozen men round every day...
Over eighty men! Over eighty penises sperming my cervix!

"Lessons in
love," the bitch grinned, leading a very young man into the room.
"As it's your first time, I'll only change you twenty pounds." He
gazed in wonderment at my bared sex valley, my inner folds, the
sperm trickling from my open sex sheath. "You've never seen a naked
woman before?" she asked him.

"No, never,"
he replied sheepishly. "She's beautiful!"

"Take a good
look at her, examine her cunt, and then fuck her."

He knelt
between my legs and stretched my pussy lips wide apart,
scrutinizing my inner flesh as I watched his eyes grow wide.
Tentatively slipping a finger into my open hole, he explored inside
my duct, massaging the silken walls of my vagina, not once taking
his eyes off my most intimate place.

"That's her
clitoris," the girl said, kneeling beside him and massaging my
erect sex spot. "Rub it like this, as fast as you can, and she'll
come." Following her instructions, he massaged my solid pleasure
button with his free hand, his finger still inside my tightening
cunt as he watched my flushed face for a reaction. Closing my eyes,
I thought I'd have to fake an orgasm, but I couldn't deny the
immense pleasure I was deriving from the inexperienced young
man.