Naked Lies Page 8

  Carole had been right - the only way out of the mess would have been to tell Mat everything. But it was too late for that now. I found myself contemplating divorce. It was a terrible thought, but it would certainly solve my horrendous problems. I finally decided to ignore Den and accept the consequences, whatever they were. I couldn't live two lives, the respectable married woman and the covert sex slave. It wasn't possible.

  The phone rang several times during my hour or so of contemplation, but I ignored it. What Carole must have thought of me, I had no idea. I should have contacted her and explained... But what? I'd told her that I'd bent over and showed my neighbour my cunt. There was nothing to explain.

  "Ah, there you are!" Den grinned as he breezed into the lounge clutching his camera.

  "How... how did you get in?" I stammered, my heart racing as I leaped to my feet.

  "The front door was open."

  "It wasn't!"

  "How do you think I got in, then? I didn't walk through the wall!"

  "Get out of here!"

  "That's not very nice, Jane. I've come here to masturbate you, to bring you pleasure."

  "I'm not going to be blackmailed any more'. I've had enough, Den."

  "I have another photograph for you to look at. The lighting's not too good but you can see quite clearly."

  Grinning triumphantly, he pulled the picture from his jacket pocket and passed it to me. I gazed in horror at my obscene image, chomping on Den's meaty penis at the dining room table. More incriminating evidence! More food for blackmail! How on earth had he managed it? Where had the camera been? By the angle of the shot, it must have been on the windowsill, the lens peeping through the gap in the curtains.

  "Pretty good, isn't it?" he leered.

  "Den, how..."

  "You can keep it, I have plenty more. As you can see, I have my camera so..."

  "No! No, you're not taking any more of me!" I broke in, a bolt of fear hitting me as I imagined Mat gazing at the obscene banquet.

  "I thought you might say that so I've made contingency plans."

  "If you show Mat, you'll be in as much trouble as me."

  "I'll say that you kept begging me for sex, that you came to my house and stripped off, that you insisted that I allow you to suck me off while Mat went to get the cigars. That's it, I had to take photographs, threaten to show him the evidence so you'd stop pestering me."

  "He'll never believe you!"

  "I'll tell him that you pushed your panties and suspender belts through my letter box, that you threatened to tell him that we were having an affair."

  "That's ridiculous, he'll never believe..."

  "I'll tell him that you have dozens of men coming here for sex. Anyway, the contingency plans... I've posted a couple of photos to Mat's office."

  "What?"

  "They should get there tomorrow morning."

  "But..."

  "Don't worry, they're not of you. I cut them out of a magazine and wrote discreet captions like I've seen your wife posing like this."

  "Why on earth..."

  "It's just a taste of what could happen, Jane. You know what Mat's like, he'll become highly suspicious and question you about it. Of course, you'll talk your way out of it, put it down to some idiot trying to cause trouble, but if he then received the real thing... So, let's start by having you strip naked."

  On and on Den would come at me, like the breakers rolling towards the shore, one after another, never ending - perpetual. Sex ruled my life, Den ruled my life - possessed me. I might as well have been possessed by the devil himself for all the difference it would have made! Perhaps he was the devil?

  Again ordering me to strip as he placed his camera on the coffee table, he moved an armchair into the centre of the room. How was I to pose for him? Sprawled naked over the chair? Reclined with my legs wide apart, my cunt crudely exhibited?

  Unbuttoning my blouse, I became resigned to the fact that I was Den's sex slave. A mixture of fear and arousal gripped me as I slipped my blouse over my shoulders and tossed it onto the sofa. Having no choice other than to surrender, to yield to his crude demands, to my horror, the thought tightened my cunt, my juices flowing from my sex sheath.

  "Hurry up!" he chuckled as I released my bra, revealing my firm breasts, my erect nipples. Looking down at my milk teats, I recalled taking them into my mouth, the beautiful sensations as I'd sucked the sensitive brown protrusions. I wanted to suck them again. Did I want Den to bite my breast buds?

  Stripping before my blackmailer had almost become a way of life, I reflected. It was expected of me, and I automatically complied. Stepping out of my shoes, I dropped my skirt and tugged my wet panties down, again wondering whether Den was going to suckle my breast buds. There was a longing within my nipples that cried out for satisfaction. What did my heart long for?

  As I stood there naked, I wondered where it would all end, if it would ever end. Nothing lasts, I reflected. The end would come, but how and when? Would Mat eventually discover my wanton ways? Would we move house? Inevitably, the end had to come one day, and in one way or another.

  Instructing me to sit in the chair, Den moved towards the door. It was as if I was anaesthetized, hypnotized, as I obediently sat down. I was a robot, a sex machine. I remained motionless as he left the room and returned with two lengths of rope. I didn't even try to stop him when he pulled me forward, positioning my buttocks over the edge of the cushion with my thighs wide apart.

  Tying one end of the rope to my right foot, he ran it round the back of the chair and secured my left foot. My knees bent, my feet pulled either side of the chair, my naked body was vulnerable to his every whim, and I knew that the time had come for him to fuck me. The final act of degradation, the ultimate act of adultery.

  Placing my hands by the side of the chair, he ran the rope behind the chair and secured my wrists. My femininity crudely stripped, my naked body tethered, defenceless, I wondered what he was going to do first. Would he start by fucking me? Or would he lick me to orgasm? My thighs wide apart, my cunt gaping, he grinned as he grabbed his camera.

  "You can come in now!" he chortled unexpectedly. My heart leaped into my mouth as I faced the door to see a naked girl drift into the room, silent, almost angelic. "There she is," Den grinned, pointing at me. "Tied up and ready for you. OK, let's have some really good lesbian poses."

  Her long black hair cascading over her firm breasts, the dark angel licked her lips provocatively as she stood before me, scrutinizing my naked body. Lowering my eyes, I focused on her fleshy vaginal lips, shaved, devoid of pubic hair. Her inner labia peeping out from her sex crack, I wondered whether I'd be forced to lick her there, lick her clitoris to orgasm as Den captured my debauched act on film. Who was she? I wondered as she gazed hungrily at my gaping cunt. A friend? A prostitute? It did matter who she was. An unknown girl, a passing angel of sex.

  My eyes wide with apprehension, my heart racing as she knelt on the floor between my thighs, I could say nothing. My mind numbed as the words of protest stuck in my throat. As I felt her warm breath on my inner thighs, her long tresses tickling my sensitive sex crack, I struggled to free myself, pulling hopelessly on the ropes. Den clicked the camera as she moved up and licked my lower stomach, cleansed and wet my smooth skin. I screamed inside as she kissed and sucked on each vaginal lip - for what, I don't know.

  "She has a beautiful cunt," the girl breathed crudely, licking the full length of my gaping sex valley. Her pink tongue was wet, hot, and I shuddered as I gazed in disbelief at her pretty face, lesbian passion reflected in her dark eyes. A girl licking my cunt? I couldn't believe what was happening to me, and I wondered what else Den had in store for me.

  "God, she tastes good," the girl sighed, parting my outer lips with her slender fingers and exposing my swollen clitoris to her sweeping tongue. I focused on my taut vaginal flesh, her tongue licking me, tasting me. What did lesbians do to each other? Would she finger me?

  Closing my eyes as Den clicked the camera, I
felt the girl's tongue move down my open crack and sweep in circles around my vaginal entrance. Suddenly, her pink snake entered my sex hole, exploring inside me, licking my wet inner flesh. I'd known that Den would use me for his own sexual gratification, but to force me to endure lesbian sex? I'd misjudged him, underestimated his decadence beyond all comprehension!

  As the lesbian's fingers penetrated my vagina, massaging me, stretching me wide open, I shuddered. I felt humiliated, degraded in the extreme as she sucked my stiffening clitoris into her hot mouth. The most private part of my body blatantly on show, abused by a naked girl as the camera shutter clicked, I knew that I'd sunk to the bottom of the murky pool of depravity. In my naivety, I was sure that I could sink no further. Surely there could be nothing more insane than having a lesbian finger and lick me?

  My clitoris responding to her feminine tonguing and sucking, I tried to convince myself that a tongue was a tongue, a finger a finger, male or female. But her perfume wafted up my nostrils, the smell of her hair, her female scent. There was no getting away from the fact that my clitoris was responding to the sexual stimulation of another woman.

  My sex juices flowing in torrents, she slipped her wet fingers out of my tightening vaginal sheath and stood up, her dark eyes locked to mine. As she knelt on the arms of the chair, her shaved vaginal lips gaping, only inches from my face, my mouth, I focused on the globules of opaque liquid clinging to her distended inner petals. I couldn't perform the lesbian act, I knew, as she moved forward, the heady scent of her cunt filling my nostrils.

  "Lick her," Den instructed me as he knelt on the floor beside the chair, focusing the camera on my flushed face. "Lick her cunt, bitch!" He was angry, male, cruel and hard - she was soft, smooth in her femininity. Pressing her yawning sex crack against my mouth, her warm cream wetting me, she gasped as I tentatively pushed my tongue out and tasted her there. Her juices trickled down my chin, bathing me, dribbling.

  Pulling her fleshy lips apart, she exposed her erect clitoris, her pearl, to my sweeping tongue, her naked body quivering as I repeatedly lapped at her sex button. Savouring the taste of another woman's vaginal juices, I closed my eyes, my frightening appetite for lesbian sex spiralling as I discovered another side to me.

  "Tongue my cunt!" the girl breathed, swivelling her hips and aligning her open sex hole with my mouth. I felt my own juices of arousal seeping from my vagina, running down between my buttocks and wetting my anal entrance as I slipped my tongue deep into her hot pussy. Her cream tasted beautiful, feminine, sexy - her inner flesh hot, smooth and soft. I drank from her sex duct, lapping up her flowing juices, savouring her sticky honeydew as she stretched her pussy lips wide apart, opening her love hole to my thirsty mouth. In my arousal and confusion, I began to wonder whether or not I'd be able to enjoy a penis after my lesbian experience. Was I now bisexual?

  I wasn't aware of Den kneeling between my parted thighs until he rudely rammed his penis deep into my tight cunt. Gasping through a mouthful of wet vaginal flesh as he withdrew and thrust into me again, my tethered body jolting, I wondered at my emotions. My naked body tied with rope, a lesbian about to come in my mouth, a man's cock about to spunk inside my cunt... I was awash with sex.

  I felt alive with arousal but, at the same time, riddled with guilt. My body trembling as my own orgasm neared, my pulsating clitoris massaged by Den's pistoning cock, the girl's sex nodule throbbing beneath my snaking tongue - never had I known such pleasure. Far removed from making love with Mat, I was wallowing in the most crude three-way coupling I could imagine.

  My husband at work while I lapped at a girl's vaginal folds, my face drenched with her juices of lust, my cunt bloated by a huge penis, I pondered on my marriage. I'd thought I'd found eternal love with Mat, but now? I'd desecrated my marriage vows, destroyed the sanctity of my partnership, cast my soul into the eternal fires of hell.

  "God, you've got a tight cunt!" Den cried as his penis swelled and throbbed inside me, breaking my reverie.

  "And she has the most wonderful mouth!" the lesbian gasped. "Oh, I'm... I'm coming!"

  Her clitoris swelling and pulsating, her cunt milk flowing in torrents, she shuddered as she cried out in her coming. My own mind-blowing climax erupted with Den's. His cock ramming deep into my hot vaginal sheath, his sperm jetting, bathing my cervix, I experienced an orgasm of an intensity and duration that I hadn't known was possible.

  On and on the waves of pure sexual ecstasy rolled through my sated body, shaking me to the core, gripping my very being. I could feel Den's sperm, filling me, oozing from my inflamed vagina and coursing down between my buttocks as I sucked on the girl's pulsating nub, sustaining her incredible orgasm. We were locked in lust, our genitals throbbing in orgasm, our bodies trembling as we gave and received pleasure.

  My climax finally waning as Den stilled his thrusting cock, I gently licked the girl's clitoris, bringing out the last ripples of her orgasm as she gasped her appreciation. As she swivelled her hips, aligning her open love hole with my thirsty mouth, I sucked out her juices, drinking the heady wine from her exhausted body. Never had I known the immense pleasure to be elicited from another girl's cunt, and I sucked and drank until I'd drained her burning sex sheath.

  "That's enough," she finally whimpered as she clambered off the chair and Den slipped his deflated penis out of my drenched vagina.

  "You'd better clean her up," Den chuckled as she knelt between my parted thighs. "Lick my spunk out of her cunt and then I'll fuck her mouth."

  As the girl licked and sucked, her mouth pressed hard against my open vaginal entrance, swallowing the cocktail of sperm and my copious pussy juice, Den grabbed the camera and took several more shots of the young lesbian. And then I'll fuck her mouth. The crude words resounding through my tormented mind, I watched the nameless girl drinking from my hot cunt, wondering when my abusers would allow me my freedom.

  My blonde pubic hairs matted with sperm and sex milk, my vagina inflamed, my clitoris throbbing, I gasped as I sensed the beginning of another orgasm welling in my contracting womb. To my horror, the very thought of a girl's tongue delving deep into my cunt sent my arousal soaring, and I almost begged her to lick my insatiable sex nodule.

  "That's enough," Den finally instructed the young beauty. But it wasn't enough - I wanted more. Casting his eyes around the room as if looking for something, he moved to the mantlepiece. "This is ideal," he grinned, brandishing the camera and passing her a long candle. "Stick it up her cunt and I'll take some real firecrackers."

  As she slipped the waxen shaft deep into my drenched vagina, I thought of the garden hoe, the incredible sensations as it had slipped into my private sanctuary, my bottom-hole. If Mat knew what I'd been up to, the abuse, the crude lesbian sex, he'd disown me, send me packing. But I knew that I couldn't turn back now. Even if Den were to leave me alone, stop his blackmail threats, my sexual appetite was now voracious. I could never be the same loving, demure plain Jane again - I'd masturbate, fuck myself with bananas and the hoe handle, suck and bite on my nipples... What had I become? Who had I become? In the distance, the inner voice whispered. I am not what I once was.

  "Right, now you take a few shots of me fucking her mouth," Den instructed, kneeling on the arms of the chair as the girl moved aside. His solid penis protruding from his trousers, he yanked his foreskin back and pressed his purple plum against my lips. "Suck me off, whore!" he ordered me as his accomplice focused the camera on my face, his huge organ.

  I took him into my mouth, savouring the taste of his sperm and my vaginal fluid as he pushed his knob to the back of my throat. Withdrawing, he drove into me again, my lips rolling along his wet shaft as he crudely fucked my mouth. "I'll spunk over her face!" he gasped. "Make sure you get her beautiful pearls in frame!"

  Quickening his rhythm, sliding his knob in and out of my mouth, I imagined the photographs of his sperm jetting, splattering my mouth, my face. With all the evidence he now had of my debauchery he'd be able to force me to do anything. Whether
he demanded sex in the middle of the night or the middle of the day, I'd have to go running to him with my knickers down. If his lesbian friend wanted me licking between her legs, sucking her clitoris to orgasm, I'd have no choice.

  "I'm going to tell Mat," I blurted out as he slipped his penis out of my mouth and ran his hand up and down his swollen shaft, wanking his cock to orgasm. His spunk suddenly jetted from his bulbous glans, splattering my face, running down my chin. "I'm going to tell him everything."

  "Keep wanking!" the girl cried, taking shot after shot. "Spunk over her lips!"

  Driving his penis into my mouth as the last of his sperm dribbled from his knob, the camera shutter clicking, I sucked and drank for what I prayed would be the last time. Never again would I allow him to use me like this, I vowed. I had to put an end to the degradation, no matter how high my arousal soared. I didn't want a lesbian licking my cunt, and I didn't want to lick a lesbian's cunt. I wanted Mat.

  "OK," Den finally breathed, turning to the girl as he slipped his cock out of my spermed mouth and zipped his trousers. "Get dressed and wait for me at my place. I'll finish off here and then pay you."

  So the girl was a prostitute, I mused as she drifted out of the room. Was I prostituting myself? I wondered. Giving my naked body in return for Den's silence was as good as prostituting myself, even though I'd had no choice. But I had a choice now. Even if it meant losing Mat, I would fall no further into the depths of depravity.

  "I might as well leave you tied up," Den chuckled in his wickedness as he placed the wet candle on the mantlepiece. "Mat will have quite a shock when he gets home and sees you like that!"

  "Do what you like, it's over," I murmured, his sperm running down my flushed face.

  "Over? Don't be silly!"

  "I'm telling you, it's over."

  "In that case, I will leave you tied up. And I'll make sure Mat gets a copy of every photograph, and a copy of the tape."