Naked Lies Page 7

  "Suck me, bitch!" he ordered me, hauling his erect penis out of his tight jeans as he stood by my chair. "Come on, whore, suck me off!"

  "Den, Mat will only be..."

  "He'll be long enough."

  "But..."

  "Suck me off, or I'll show him the photograph! Ask me to fuck your mouth and spunk over your tongue."

  "Den, for Christ's sake!"

  "Beg me to fuck your mouth and spunk over your tongue! I mean it, I'm not playing games, making false threats."

  "Please... please fuck my mouth and spunk over my tongue," I finally breathed.

  As he pulled his foreskin back, I looked around the room. The curtains were drawn, no one could see in, my dirty secret would be safe. But how often would this happen? I wondered, focusing on his veined shaft, his swollen glans. How often would he demand that I suck him to orgasm? My mouth had become a lust-mouth, a cunt.

  "You'd better hurry up, bitch!" he growled, pushing his penis closer to my face. Opening my mouth as he yanked his foreskin right back, I engulfed his silky knob and gently sucked. The sooner it was over, the better, I reflected as he began to breathe deeply. The sooner I'd swallowed his sperm, quelled his libido, the better.

  "You're bloody good at this," he whispered, holding my head and slowly rocking his hips, his purple knob sliding back and forth over my tongue. "That's it, whore! Suck me, lick me until I spunk down your throat!" My eyes closed as he drove his knob to the back of my throat, I prayed for him to come quickly. "Ah, yes!" he gasped, his penis twitching. "God, that's good! Do this for me every day, and your sordid little secret will be safe."

  Every day? I mused bewilderedly, moving my hand up and down his wet shaft to bring out his sperm before Mat returned. He definitely had me exactly where he wanted me. I was nothing more than his sex slave! "Do it properly, bitch!" he admonished me. "Use your tongue properly!"

  Snaking my tantalizing tongue round his swollen knob, I again prayed for him to come. If Mat walked in... God, all hell would be let loose! Ridiculous thoughts battered my mind as he rocked his hips faster, fucking my mouth. We could move house, go to a different area far away from Den. Perhaps I could get a job, work all day in the safe surroundings of an office. I didn't know what the answer was.

  "Coming!" Den cried as his purple knob swelled. His sperm gushing, flooding my mouth, I swallowed again and again. "Wank me!" he ordered me. "Do it properly, bitch!" Wanking his solid shaft, sucking his orgasming knob, I drank his treacherous sperm, draining his balls, quelling his libido. I was nothing more than an object, an object with a hot, wet mouth to fuck as and when the notion took his fancy.

  His flow finally stemming, I swallowed for the last time. Again, he'd fucked my mouth, baptized my throat with his blasphemous lust juice. Again, I'd succumbed to my evil blackmailer. Slipping his spent penis out of my mouth as Mat called out from the hall, he coolly seated himself. Frantically licking my lips, wiping my mouth on a serviette, my face flushed as Mat breezed in.

  "Cigars!" he announced triumphantly, passing one to Den. "I wasn't too long, was I?"

  "No, your timing was perfect!" Den grinned. "We've had a nice chat, haven't we, Jane?"

  "Yes, a nice chat," I echoed softly, the taste of sperm lingering on my tongue. "I... I think I'll go up to bed. I'm not feeling too well."

  "Oh, I am sorry," Mat frowned. "I hope it's nothing you've eaten."

  "Maybe it's something you drank," Den winked, flashing me a salacious grin.

  "Maybe. I'll see you later, Mat. Goodnight, Den."

  Climbing the stairs, tears staining my cheeks, I knew that I had to put an end to the relentless ruination of my marriage - my life. But how? Short of running away, there was nothing I could do. Stripping off and climbing beneath the summery quilt, my mind reeling as male laughter drifted up the stairs, I cried myself to sleep and dreamed my dreams of Den's penis spunking in my mouth - my cunt-mouth.

  Chapter Four

  I woke to yet another day - a day of fear, blackmail and, no doubt, crude sex. I needed to think, to plan the end of the nightmare. I couldn't go on like this, living in constant fear, jumping every time the phone rang or someone knocked on the door, I told myself.

  Leaving Mat sleeping, I slipped out of bed and stood before the full-length mirror. Turning my naked body, I surveyed the weals fanning out across my buttocks, wondering whether Mat had seen the evidence of the thrashing as he'd climbed into bed. Obviously not, I decided, or he'd have said something, questioned me all night long, hurled accusations at me.

  Naked, as I no longer owned a dressing gown, I wandered downstairs to the kitchen and filled the kettle. It was only six-thirty but the summer sun was already up, warming the garden, opening the pink petals of the flowers. My pink sex petals had opened to Den's tongue, but not to his penis. I vowed never to take his penis into my cunt - never! Cunt. I chided myself for the vulgarity.

  Opening the back door, I recalled sitting at the dining room table with Den's cock in my mouth, his sperm gushing over my tongue. I imagined that I could still taste his jism. Thank God Mat hadn't pestered me for sex when he'd eventually come to bed, I reflected, wandering out onto the patio, the sun charging my naked body.

  Sitting on a chair, I knew that Den wouldn't be up and about yet. I was safe in the garden - for a while, at least. I had time alone, time to think. Contemplating my firm breasts, I wondered whether Den would ever suck my nipples again. Could I halt the degradation, the humiliation? What plan could I come up with to put an end to the nightmare?

  Looking up at his house, I contemplated breaking in and retrieving the evidence. But even if I managed to get in, I'd never find the photographs and the tape. Den wasn't stupid, they were bound to be well hidden. He had me exactly where he wanted me, I again reflected. Living next door to him, I was permanently available for crude sex, always there to service him. I felt hunted, like a fugitive - caged, like an animal.

  Unconsciously parting my thighs and toying with my wet inner lips as I relaxed beneath the warming sun, my mind drifted. Sex reared its ugly head - its beautiful head! My arousal soaring as my clitoris stiffened, I closed my eyes, unwittingly rubbing between my swelling sex lips, massaging my secret button. The exquisite sensations built quickly, reaching every nerve ending, tightening every muscle, consuming me. My naked body trembling, I opened my eyes, suddenly aware that I was masturbating in the garden.

  "God!" I breathed, leaping to my feet. "I can't keep doing this!" Wandering down the garden, I tried to clear my head, to push all thoughts of masturbation and orgasm to the back of my mind. I was becoming sex-crazed, my insatiable clitoris leading me astray, down the seductive path to complete and utter depravity. But, as much as I tried, I couldn't deny my soaring arousal, my desperate yearning for orgasm. The spirit of sex had touched me.

  At the end of the garden, the grass soft beneath my naked feet, I looked about me. I wasn't consciously aware of what I was looking for until I'd found it. Driven into a flower border, the garden hoe beckoned me, its green plastic handle at forty-five degrees, inviting my cunt. Standing with my feet wide apart, the rounded end of the handle only inches from my swollen vaginal lips, I suddenly wondered what had come over me.

  "No," I protested weakly, turning to walk away. I couldn't commit the degrading act. But the notion intrigued me, beckoned me, and I turned back, the long green phallus attracting me like a magnet. Crude thoughts whispered in my head. Bury the handle in your cunt and fuck yourself to orgasm. I was weak, my arousal strong. I knew I'd lose the battle, though I tried desperately to resist. "God, no!" I sighed lamely again as my cunt spasmed, my clitoris pulsated and my lust juices bubbled down my inner thighs.

  Positioning the end of the handle between my ballooning outer lips, I manoeuvred my hips, aligning the shaft with my sex duct. Taking a look around the garden to make sure that I was alone, I moved forward, the plastic handle entering my tight cunt. The shaft was bigger, longer and broader than any penis, the filling sensation heavenly. My inner fl
esh stretching, opening to accommodate the massive phallus, I gasped as my clitoris swelled and throbbed.

  Parting my feet further, I rocked my hips, the shaft driving in and out of my cunt, fucking me, taking me to frightening heights of arousal. Tweaking my erect nipple, I massaged the solid nub of my exposed clitoris with my free hand, bringing out beautiful pre-orgasmic sensations. I desperately needed to come, to quell my incredible libido, to find the peace and tranquillity that only orgasm brings. A nymphomaniac? The word haunted me.

  Massaging my clitoris faster, I swung my hips vigorously back and forth, abusing my naked body, fucking my beautiful cunt in my sexual frenzy. Gasping, I leaned back, my burning sexual centre projected, taking the handle deep into my gripping pussy as my climax approached. "God, yes!" I cried as my clitoris swelled and erupted in orgasm. "Oh, oh, God!"

  Unconscious of my surroundings, I fucked myself faster, massaging my clitoris with a vengeance, crying out as my climax repeatedly peaked. My naked body shuddering, my lust juices coursing down the green handle, I rocked my hips faster, ramming my cervix. In my sexual delirium, I lost control, the handle slipping out of my cunt and sliding down between my buttocks.

  "Ah!" I cried, propelling my hips forward before I'd realized what had happened, the cunny-wet handle suddenly driving deep into my bottom-hole. "Ah, no!" Slowly moving back, the shaft slipping out of my private duct, the sensations drove me wild. Never had I woken the sleeping nerve endings there, derived pleasure from my bottom.

  "Jesus," I whispered as I tentatively moved forward, the shaft penetrating my bottom again, opening me, sending electrifying sensations deep into my quivering pelvis. Massaging my clitoris again, the shaft embedded deep within my secret hole, I took myself to another shuddering orgasm.

  Whimpering as my anal sphincter muscles gripped the invading shaft, I swayed back and forth, fucking my tight bottom-hole. Never had I known that such beautiful sensations existed, realized the pleasure derivable from my secret sheath and I contemplated using two shafts, fucking both my holes simultaneously. My whole body trembling, vibrant with sex, I thought I'd die as my incredible climax rode on. My heart racing, my breathing heavy, I almost crumpled to the ground as my rectal duct tightened again, crushing the thrusting shaft.

  Hearing Mat calling me, I stood still, only my fingers moving between my yawning cunt lips, gently massaging the last waves of my climax from my appreciative nub. "Jane, where are you?" he called as I moved back, the handle slowly gliding out of my inflamed bottom-hole, leaving me quivering uncontrollably. Birds fluttered about the old apple tree. Had they watched me?

  Staggering towards the house, I scooped my sticky vaginal cream out of my sex crack and sucked my fingers. Wiping my inner thighs, I smiled innocently as Mat appeared in the doorway and asked me what I was doing in the garden without my clothes on. My pussy juice tasted nice, a comforting taste. I wanted to lick my cunt.

  "What are you doing out here naked?" he asked again.

  "Watching the birds," I replied nonchalantly, sitting on a patio chair and crossing my legs, concealing not only my swollen pussy lips, my gaping cunt, but my weal-lined buttocks. "And sunbathing."

  "You've never done that before," he remarked, his brown eyes frowning as suspicion obviously got the better of him.

  "Yes, I have. I often sunbathe naked while you're at work."

  "You've never told me."

  "You've never asked. The kettle's boiled, if you'd like to make the coffee."

  "Oh, right."

  "What time did Den go last night?"

  "Around one o'clock. We finished off the wine, smoked cigars and had a pretty good night. It's a shame you weren't feeling well. Are you OK now?"

  "Yes, I'm fine," I smiled.

  "Good. I'll go and make the coffee. Unfortunately, I have an early start today."

  As Mat chinked the cups and rattled the teaspoon, I parted my thighs and gazed down at my swollen, irrigated labia. The garden hoe would become an intimate friend, I mused, recalling the incredible sensations deep within my bloated bottom. I'd slip down the garden every day and... Remembering Den's words as he'd fucked my mouth, I shuddered. Do this for me every day, and your sordid little secret will be safe.

  Again, I imagined that I could still taste his sperm on my tongue. I pictured his solid penis driving in and out of my mouth, my lips rolling along his glistening shaft, his sperm bathing my tongue, jetting to the back of my throat. A bolt of fear hit me as Mat sauntered into the garden with the coffee. There was no escaping Den and his insatiable penis, no safe haven - not even my bedroom.

  "Den's window overlooks the garden," Mat said with a hint of petulance as he placed my coffee on the table. "You shouldn't be out here without anything on."

  "I'm sure he's seen a naked woman before," I quipped.

  "Don't you mind?"

  "He won't be looking out of his window at this time of the morning, Mat."

  "But you said that you often sunbathe naked while I'm at work."

  "I'm sure Den has better things to do than stare out of the window at me."

  "Yes, but..."

  "What's the matter, are you jealous?"

  "No, of course I'm not. It's just that... Oh well, it's up to you. I'd better go and get ready."

  It was odd that he'd not insisted that I dress, conceal my naked femininity. With his suspicious mind, his possessiveness, I'd have thought that he'd have ordered me into the house rather than leave me naked on the patio. And he'd not made a great fuss about my sunbathing naked while he was at work. Perhaps he'd changed? No, I'd changed!

  Recalling the photograph Den had of me, I decided that it would be worth sneaking into his house in an attempt to retrieve the evidence. No matter how well hidden, given time, I was sure that I'd find it - and the tape. He'd said something to Mat over the meal about seeing a client in London in the morning. My cue to break into his house?

  Contemplating the idea as the sun rose higher in the sky, I tweaked my nipples, the beautiful sensations permeating my pert breasts. Never had my milk teats been so sensitive, so responsive, and I cupped the fullness of my breasts in my hands and gently sucked each brown protrusion in turn. My clitoris swelled, my cunt ached, and I knew that I needed to come again.

  Repeatedly sucking on each milk teat, my areolae darkening, I gently bit my succulent nipples. Picturing Den's stiff penis, sperm jetting from his bulbous glans, I realized that I'd not had sex with Mat for some time. What would it be like now, sucking Mat to orgasm? How would he compare as he came? How would his sperm taste after Den's? A cock was a cock.

  "It's seven-thirty, I'll see you this evening," Mat smiled as he stepped onto the patio, making me jump. "You'd better cover yourself up before Den..."

  "I'll put my bikini on after I've had my coffee," I smiled.

  "Right, I'll see you later."

  It was time to retreat into the house before Den started roaming, hunting me like an animal, I decided. Wandering into the kitchen and locking the back door, I went into the lounge and looked out of the window. Den's aging BMW was still in his drive. I had time to dress and have breakfast before I retrieved the photographs and tape from his house. If my mission was successful, he'd no longer have anything on me. And he could go to hell!

  After a refreshing shower and scrambled eggs on toast, I looked out of the lounge window again. Den's car had gone! My hands trembling, I slipped out of the front door and crept up his path. At last I had an opportunity to end the nightmare! Although the chances of breaking in were pretty remote, at least I had to try.

  Creeping around the back of his house, I noticed that the dining room window was partially open. Looking around the garden, I knew I was alone, but I still felt afraid. If Den caught me in his house... But he'd gone, and Mat had gone, so I had no need to worry. Climbing through the window, my breathing heavy, my heart racing, I stood in the dining room, wondering where to begin the search.

  Stealing through the hall, I slipped into the lounge. The photograp
hs still adorned the walls, my dressing gown over the back of an armchair. So far so good, I thought positively, wondering where the other photos were. About to open a bureau, I froze as I heard a key in the front door lock. My heart pounding wildly, I looked frantically about me as the door opened and closed.

  Diving behind the sofa, I held my breath as Den breezed in. What the hell had he come back for? I wondered anxiously as he moved about the room. He must have forgotten something. Hopefully, he'd get whatever it was and leave. My body shaking, my palms wet with fear, I knew I wouldn't be able to play dead indefinitely.

  As he sat down and punched the buttons on the telephone, I realized with horror that he might spend half an hour chatting, or longer. "Hi, it's Den," he chirped as I tried to make myself more comfortable. "Not bad, bearing up under the strain. Listen, the photographs are ready. Yes, a dozen showing her naked, and it's pretty obvious by the expression on her face that she's enjoying a massive orgasm! No, I was careful to duck every time I pressed the camera remote. You can see everything, believe me! No, they're not here, they're with my photographer friend. Yes, I'll be taking some more today. Don't you worry about that, I've got so much on her now that she'll have no bloody choice. OK, I'll see you later. Bye."

  Wondering who he'd been talking to as he left the room, I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard the front door slam shut. There was no point in stripping the walls now that he had another dozen shots of me. Besides, he'd know I'd been into his house, and I didn't want that.

  Creeping through the hall, I made my escape through the dining room window, wondering when he planned to take more photographs of me. He was right - he had so much on me now that I wouldn't have any choice. I'd be forced to pose for him, even though it would consolidate his evidence of my debauchery.

  The phone was ringing as I stepped into the hall and closed the door, but I didn't answer it. My mind reeling, I was in no mood to chat to anyone. Relaxing on the sofa in the lounge, I wondered what to do now that my plan had failed. This was my life, I reflected. How on earth had someone gained complete control over me? I felt a slave in every sense of the word. I daren't leave the house for fear of Den following me. My body as good as belonged to him.