John Farwell - Blackmail Boss

Her hips squirmed like a snake as he buried one finger in the warm cunt opening between her legs and her thighs closed around his hand, holding his fingers inside her where they worked skilfully and gently until she was moaning deep in her throat with desire.

She was quivering all over, her breasts jiggling as she moved and her thighs tightening and relaxing with each stroke of his fingering. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, clinging to him as she would to a raft if she were drowning.

His head moved down further on her body, kissing the smooth skin of her belly and his teeth nipped softly at the folds of skin where her thighs met at the delta of her stomach and legs.

"Mmmmmmhhh," she groaned as his tongue flicked out to touch her clitoris and part her vaginal lips.

He sucked voraciously at the warm elastic opening bucking under him, his head locked between her knees and she thought that she would explode momentarily.

"Wait," she pleaded with him, not wanting to reach her ultimate satisfaction until he was inside her, filling her, shooting his hot sperm into her waiting channel.

"Wait," she repeated softly, but urgently.

He lifted his face and moved up so that he was lying next to her, holding her, comforting her trembling body. Her hands reached down between his loins and closed around his erect, thick, pulsing rod and squeezed it gently.

"Let me," she murmured, but the rest of her words trailed off into a whisper as she pulled away from him and slid down on the bed, her hands still massaging his huge, throbbing cock.

"Oooooohhhh," he groaned, his voice choked with passion as she let her lips touch the hairiness of his belly, then close around the bulbous, red head of his pulsing prick. Her fingers ran over its length as though she were measuring it as her mouth sucked harder and harder, bringing more and more of his manhood into her mouth and throat.

"Yes yes," he gasped as her tongue traced over his outstanding veins and tickled at the base of his huge, hardened cock. Her fingers touched lightly on his genitals and jiggled them softly, feeling their weight and heat He crushed her breasts in his hands as she mouthed him hungrily in the warm, wet confines of her lips, intensifying his desire until his head was throbbing and his whole body was shuddering with his pent up passion.

"I've got to have you," he urged, pulling her shoulders upward, but she wouldn't let him, not yet. She wanted to feel his hardened cock in her mouth, memorize every inch of it so she would know what she had inside her. She sucked harder and harder until she could feel its length way back in her throat and she had to swallow to keep from choking. He was so huge… so hard, that her small ovalled mouth couldn't accommodate his entire throbbing staff.

When she could feel his penis begin to twitch more rapidly, she knew that he, too, was about to cum and she wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel his marvellous strength in her, flooding her, fucking her, making her feel alive again, with a tenderness that she thought had been buried forever.

Gently he urged her upwards and turned her so that she lay on her back, her legs slightly apart as he eased himself between her thighs. He looked down at her and thought how very beautiful she was, how much he loved her and how he wanted to make her happy.

"Now, darling," she urged, pulling at his hips, "Take me now… love me… fuck me like you did before!"

Her knees fell apart as he angled himself and lowered his hips so that his hardened cock touched her damp vaginal opening separating the soft hair-lined lips and she could feel his hardness as he entered her. She raised her knees up and his hand slipped beneath her buttocks, pulling her up onto him so that he could bury himself in her with his first urgent thrust.

"AAAaaaagggghhhh," she gasped, as she felt the huge, thick organ tear at her lining and touch the very depths of her passage. He was so big… so strong… so demanding, His genitals were swirling like a boiling pot, the heat of his desire barely able to be contained. Her loins were trembling as he forced her knees back against her shoulders and pounded into her, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

"That's it," she cooed, "Fuck me, darling, fuck me good!"

He was grinding into her with steady, hard strokes, letting the head of his shaft rest at her cervix for just a moment before he withdrew and entered her again.

She began to breathe his name over and over again with choked little gasps as he steadily brought her to the apex of her passion. She could feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract, hugging against his male thickness, clinging to it as she held her hips in the air, letting him pull her closer to him as she came.

"AAAAaaaaggghhhh," she gasped out in her consuming passion. "I'm cumming, darling… ooohhh, I'm cumming!"

Her whole face was contorted in her throes of orgasm and desire and she wished that he would cum, fill her deep with his life-giving sperm. As she squirmed on the end of his throbbing prick, she felt it swell slightly, then a quick rush of warm, thick liquid shoot deep up into her contracting cuntal passage.

"Here I…" he choked, no longer able to control himself as he felt her vaginal walls pulse around his cock as she came.

"I love you Gillian… I love you!"

"I love you too," she whispered, locking her legs even tighter around him, holding him while he emptied himself in her.

An indescribable flood of relief swept through his body, satiating him, relieving him as he felt his once hard prick go limp inside her. He lay motionless on her, whispering in her ear, kissing her neck and face, and tears of joy and satisfaction streamed down her face.

"What's the matter, darling?" he asked, "Why are you crying?"

"You just make me so happy," she murmured, hugging him strongly, "I'm so very happy!"

He kissed her tear stained cheeks, then rolled off her and lay down next to her, cradling her in his arms until her sobbing subsided.

"Ssssshhhh," he comforted her. "It's all right. Everything will be all right from now on."

The weeks flew by quickly and neither Gillian nor Jessica had been bothered again by Mr. Wiles. They were finally beginning to relax and believe that the nightmare that had haunted their lives was finally over and they could feel safe again.

Gillian and Duncan had settled into a nice, comfortable relationship and she knew that she did love him. She had begun in a new job that was within walking distance from the flat they shared and she felt safe and secure. She wondered sometimes if Mr. Wiles had found some new type of diversion or whether he had just reconsidered his position. The fact that he still had the pictures bothered her, but as long as he didn't threaten to use them, everything would be all right.

Andrew had not said anything to Duncan about his plan to get the pictures back and get even with Wiles, and they had decided that Duncan would not mention the matter to him unless the subject was brought up in another way. They just wanted to forget about the whole horrible incident and block it out of their lives.

Gillian was home earlier than usual one day because her office was having a sales meeting and the girls were let off an hour earlier, so she stopped at the mailbox to pick up the mail. Duncan usually did this, but today she decided to get it before she went upstairs. There was a letter addressed to Duncan and to her in the box, so she took it up and sat down to read it once she was in the flat.

She couldn't imagine who could be writing to her or to Duncan jointly, but once she had opened the envelope, she realized that they had not heard the last from Mr. Wiles. The envelope contained copies of the prints that were taken that night in his hotel room with a note attached demanding that Duncan pay a certain amount of money or Tony Wiles would see to it that he was fired from the company.