Sextortion (35 page)

Leaving the
house, I pondered on Danny, his involvement with the girl. No doubt
he'd phoned her the minute I'd gone and they'd both be worrying,
sweating. But what could they do? Believing the police to be
watching the house, and asking after a prostitute named Alison,
there wasn't much they could do other than play it cool for a
while. Whatever happened, I prayed for John to come up with some
answers.

"Hi!" he
called as I approached his car.

"You're
early," I smiled, climbing into the passenger seat, all too aware
of the vibrator massaging my inner flesh.

"I have an
hour or so before my next appointment. So, he's come home?"

"Yes, he has.
I told him that I was going for a walk and..."

"Get down!
Here comes your red BMW!"

"Are you
sure?" I quavered, ducking beneath the dashboard.

"Sure as hell.
Right, let's follow him."

Turning the
car round, John kept his distance as he cruised past the common.
This was what I'd been waiting for, I reflected as we turned a
corner. To catch Danny going into the flats or, better still,
talking to the bitch, would be all the proof I needed to throw him
out.

"There he
goes!" John said animatedly, parking some distance away from my
car. "Straight into the flats."

"Let's go in
after him," I whispered, grabbing his arm.

"No, that's
not the way to do it. We'll wait here for a while and see what
happens."

"I told him
I'd be an hour or so, he won't stay in there for long."

"He certainly
is a regular visitor to this place."

"We'll never
find out which flat it is by sitting here."

"Usually,
whoever I'm following doesn't know me. Normally, I would go in,
making out that I'm visiting someone, but in this case... Hang on,
he's coming out! Keep your head down."

"He won't see
me from here."

"No, but we
don't want to take any risks. He wasn't long, perhaps the girl's
out. OK, he's driving off."

"There must be
a way of finding out which flat she's in."

"As I said,
she's not on the electoral register. Mind you, most people who rent
aren't. I'll go in and have a snoop round. You stay here."

"OK."

I
instinctively knew we were almost there; we'd almost got the bitch
- and Danny. Gazing at the flats as John rang one of the bells I
also knew that the photographs and video tapes were in there. So
near and yet so far, I mused, watching as someone opened the door.
I grinned as John went inside - so far, so good! He was obviously
used to this sort of thing and had come up with some reason or
other to go in. But what would he do next?

"Well," he
said forlornly on returning some ten minutes later. "I knocked on a
few doors making out that I was looking for my long-lost sister, a
girl with long blonde hair, but everyone reckons there's no one
living there of that description."

"She must live
there!" I returned, almost angrily.

"OK, calm
down. What I'll do is drop you back at the common and then have a
word with the caretaker. If I can get a list of names..."

"Can't I wait
here?"

"No, it's best
that you go home. I'll ring you if I come up with anything."

As we headed
for the common, I didn't want to go home and have to wait for news,
or face Danny and his lies. Perhaps I'd go to the thinking place to
see whether Barry was there, I thought as John parked the car. I'd
get him to vibrate my solid clitoris to orgasm, I'd suck his sperm,
and then kneel astride him and ride him, bouncing up and down on
his solid cock as I fucked him.

"OK, I'll call
you," John said, obviously eager to get back to the flats.

"Don't make me
wait too long," I smiled, climbing out of the car.

"I'll ring you
no matter what."

As he roared
off, I wandered across the common, my cunt wetting, my pleasure
spot swelling as I pictured Barry's erect penis, his rolling balls,
his sperm jetting from his purple knob. The chances of him being
there were pretty remote, but I had to look. Wandering through the
bushes I came to our thinking place, our fucking place, but he
wasn't there. Desperate for sex, I wondered what to do as I looked
about. No Barry, no Crystal... All I could do was masturbate.

Pulling my
dress over my head, I slipped my wet panties off and lay my naked
body on the soft grass, parting my legs as wide as I could. Running
my finger up and down my hairless sex crack, lubricating my swollen
clitoris with my juices of arousal, I closed my eyes as the
beautiful sensations rippled through my body. Never in my life had
I needed to come so much, and I parted my vaginal lips with my free
hand and slipped the vibrator out of my hot cunt. Switching the
device on, I ran the tip around my pulsating pleasure spot.

"Yes!" I cried
jubilantly as pre-orgasmic waves of pleasure rolled though my naked
body. Lost in my arousal, oblivious to my surroundings, I took
myself to my shuddering climax. My clitoris pulsating, my lust
juices flowing from my open sex hole, I trembled uncontrollably as
my pleasure peaked. Whimpering, crying out as I sustained my
incredible climax, I arched my back, my head tossing from side to
side as I masturbated with the vibrator beneath the hot sun.

My first
orgasm beginning to subside, I lay quivering on the grass,
desperate to come again. Lifting my leg, reaching beneath my thigh,
I slipped two fingers deep into my sopping cunt and massaged the
silken walls of my sex sheath. My creamy duct lovingly hugged my
caressing fingers, but I needed a penis driving in and out of my
cunt, a huge knob spunking my cervix. I needed Crystal's darting
tongue.

As I was about
to take myself to another mind-blowing climax, I heard a rustling
in the bushes and froze. A rabbit? A bird? I wasn't sure as I lay
motionless on the grass, my fingers embedded deep within my
yearning cunt. Slowly turning my head, gazing through my eyelashes,
I saw a face peering through the bushes. It looked like a young man
but, staring through my half-closed eyes, I couldn't be sure. Had
he seen me walking through the bushes and followed me? I pondered,
my stomach somersaulting as a lascivious quiver ran up my
spine.

Slipping my
fingers out of my hot vagina, I sat up and gazed at my breasts, my
elongated nipples. Whoever he was, he was obviously delighting in
my nakedness, my masturbating, and I nonchalantly turned round to
face him. Reclining on the grass again, my legs open wide, my cunt
fully displayed, I parted my love lips and exposed my open sex hole
to my voyeur.

What was he
thinking? I wondered as I caressed my clitoris with the tip of the
buzzing phallus. Was his cock stiff? Would he wank in the bushes as
he watched me masturbate? Reaching beneath my thigh again, I parted
my love lips, opening my lust hole as wide as I could. Knowing that
he was there magnified the erotic quivers coursing through my
contracting womb as I vibrated my solid clitoris and gasped in my
wickedness.

"Oh, my cunt!"
I cried for the benefit of my unknown voyeur as I massaged the
soft, wet flesh surrounding my vaginal entrance. Did he want to
push his penis deep into my cunt and fuck me? Perhaps, in his
wanking, he was imagining fucking me, spunking up my hot cunt. I
wanted to suck his knob and swallow his gushing sperm.

Reaching
another shuddering orgasm, I arched my back and opened my legs as
wide as I could, delighting in my wanton act as I heard muffled
groans coming from the bushes. He was splattering his seed over the
ground, I knew, as I fingered my tightening cunt. Perhaps he'd
return another day to watch me masturbate, keep an eye out for me
on the common and wank in the bushes as he watched me finger-fuck
my wet cunt.

My second
orgasm gripping me as I pressed the vibrator hard against my
pulsating clitoris, I heard another rustling in the bushes and
faint breathing sounds. What a waste of sperm, I reflected,
caressing the waves of sex from my ever-ripening cherry with the
softly buzzing phallus. I could have sucked him to orgasm or had
him sperm my cervix. But I knew that he'd be back as I heard him
creeping away - and then I'd fuck him.

Bringing out
the last ecstatic pulsations of my orgasm, my vibrating sex spot
throbbing, I finally switched the device off. Hauling my quivering
body up, I sat and gazed longingly at the vibrator - my intimate
friend. The blades of grass tickling my hairless vaginal lips,
caressing my protruding inner petals, I shuddered in my
satisfaction as I slipped the pink shaft deep into my drenched
vaginal sheath.

Wondering who
my voyeur had been, I grabbed my dress and stood up. Glowing with
sex, and an exhibitionist's pride, I felt smug, potent. He'd never
forget the sight of my open cunt as I'd brought myself off. For the
rest of his days, he'd picture me masturbating with my vibrator.
Tugging my panties up, the wet material disappearing between my
swollen love lips, I quivered as the pink phallus pressed against
my cervix.

Pulling my
dress over my head, I slipped through the bushes and walked out
onto the common, looking for the man. There he was, sitting on a
bench, watching me out of the corner of his eye as I made my way
towards him. There was no one else around - it had to be him, I
reflected as I stood before him.

"Mind if I
join you?" I smiled unashamedly.

"No, no of
course not," he replied.

"I love it
here," I said, deciding that he must be in his teens. "I come here
every day."

"I'm here most
days around this time. I go to the college and come here during my
lunch break."

"I'm
Selina."

"Oh, right.
Er... Dave."

"Pleased to
meet you, Dave. Do you always come here alone?"

"Yes, I do. I
noticed that you came out of the bushes over there."

"Yes, there's
a small clearing where I sit and... and think. It's secluded, away
from the prying eyes of the world. I call it my... my thinking
place."

"Are you
always alone?" he asked, eyeing my thighs as I parted my legs
slightly.

"Why do you
ask?"

"I... I just
wondered whether I could meet you here again."

"I'd like
that, Dave."

"Really?"

"Yes, really.
Have you got a girlfriend?"

"No, I
haven't."

"Have you ever
had one?"

"No. There's
this girl at college, but..."

"But
what?"

"I've never
had the courage to ask her out."

"That's a
shame. Listen, if I meet you here tomorrow, will you do something
for me?"

"Yes,
anything. What is it?"

"You'll see.
Be here tomorrow at the same time, OK?"

"OK."

Rising to my
feet, I discreetly tugged my dress up and stood before him with my
vaginal lips on display, my panties running deep within my crack.
His eyes wide, he gazed at my shaved cunt, probably thinking me a
tart. I was a tart, I mused - only a whore would behave the way I
was. But it excited me, the young man's eyes focused on my cunt
lips. Did he want to touch me? I pondered as I turned to leave,
exposing my rounded buttocks. Did he want to fuck me?

"See you
tomorrow," I smiled, turning my head and looking over my shoulder
as I walked away.

"Yes, yes I'll
be here," he called eagerly. "The same time."

I could feel
his gaze on my naked buttocks as I pulled my dress up a little
higher, my panties in my anal crease as I walked across the common.
Would he wank again? I mused, heading for the road. Would he tell
his friends what he'd seen? Elated, I tugged my dress down and made
my way home, wondering whether Danny was there.

As if waking
from a dream as I neared the house, I pondered on the situation as
reality hit me - Danny visiting the tart, the lies, the deceit... I
wanted to hurt him as I walked round the back of the house and went
into the kitchen. I wanted him to know what I'd done with Crystal,
with Barry on the common, what I planned to do with the college
boy.

"Oh, there you
are," Danny smiled as he joined me in the kitchen. "Have a nice
walk?"

"Yes, very
nice. What have you been up to?"

"Er...
Nothing, nothing."

"Any phone
calls?"

"No. I wonder
why the girl hasn't rung?"

"Maybe the
police have spoken to her and she's backed off."

"Maybe.
Selina, I've been thinking."

"Oh?"

"You didn't
really miss me while I was away, did you?"

"I missed you
being here, yes."

"I mean,
really miss me. You seem to have changed, you're cold and..."

"Danny, any
woman who's been though what I've been though would change! I've
been forced to hand over thousands of pounds, have crude sex with
men and women... What I'd like to know is how you could allow this
to happen to me."

"Allow? I
didn't allow anything to happen."

"All right,
stand by and do nothing."

"Selina, I've
hired a private detective, I've..."

"That's true,
but what else have you done?"

"Well..."

"Basically,
nothing. You could have put a bolt on the front door, which reminds
me - the bitch has a key."

"What?"

"A front door
key, Danny."

"How the
hell..."

"You tell me!
You tell me how she knew about the insurance fiddle, how she knew
about Barry, why she's not been here since the police have been
watching the place and..."

"She must have
seen them."

"Hardly,
they're plain-clothed officers in an unmarked car."

"It sounds as
if you're accusing me."

"Does it?"

"Yes, it does.
I didn't want to leave you alone here, it was your idea that I stay
at a hotel. I've done my best with the private dick; I've suggested
that you get on with the second book in case the publishers decide
they want another... All along I've felt that you've blamed me for
this. In fact, you asked me whether I was working with the
girl."