William Davis - Blackmailed

Suddenly, with a broad sweep, the teasing peacock feather was on her breasts, orbiting them in a figure eight, which grew smaller with each evolution, moving upward on the full mounds of her trembling, white breasts, until it circled the crowning, cameo-pink of her hard-coned nipples.

Soft, mewling whimpers began to come, unbidden, from her lips, as the torturing feather, still moist from the dews of her cuntal opening, moved in ever smaller circles, until it proscribed only one of the hardened, erectile nipples, playing on the crinkled flesh of the aureole, then on the pink column of the tiny nipple itself, her quivering breasts set all atingle with the lascivious sensations it generated in them.

Then, Carla found herself wriggling her shoulders, her torso writhing, as she attempted to shove her breasts up against the teasing tip of the feather in Jay's hand. Her body, already crazed with overpowering desire, wanted more… and yet more.

She felt as though she were in a strong undertow, being dragged under water, and she was helpless in its grip. She was aware only of the throbbing ache of her loins that seemed to pulsate, radiatingly into her whole abdomen, the exuded, viscous moisture there making her even more expectant, the anticipation of what she expected to come to her… soon, stabbing excitedly deep into her very being. She couldn't wait any longer, it seemed… before she'd have to have Jay's big cock in her, filling her… fulfilling her… or she'd go out of her mind.

Frantically, her hands clawed upward to the magnificent orbs of her breasts; against her will, she kneaded and massaged them, cruelly, pressing them up from her supine, quivering body, offering them to the torment like a sacrifice.

Conscious control stopped… and she surrendered her body to the total, depraved enjoyment of the sensations the twirling, dancing feather engendered in her whole body that trembled with lewd anticipation.

The teasing feather left her breasts, suddenly, and she felt it trace a salacious path down through the moistly perspirant valley between her mounding breasts to swoop down and downward again to the throbbing pink flesh of her searingly expectant cunt. She gasped with sheer ecstatic joy, as she felt the moist tip of it slide down through her auburn pubic hair, to pause, momentarily, on her clitoris, where the twitching torment of the feather left her breathlessly writhing on the bed.

Carla almost screamed with frantic frustration when it didn't stop there, on her clitoris; instead, she felt it plow, lightly, down through her cuntal furrow, until it was running in tiny, orbiting circles around the brownish, puckered ring of her anus. The full moons of her buttocks spasmed, suddenly, as the tip of the feather nestled down between the orbs of white flesh to tantalize the sensitive flesh of her clenching rear passage.

That was it! She had reached her limit of tolerance.

"OOOOooooohhhh!" she groaned, with agonized rapture, as the unbelievably powerful sensations surged, uncontrolled through her body. "Oh, Christ! I-I can't take any more, Jay! Stop it! Take that damned feather away! Please…? Oh, please?"

In spite of his resolve to hold back his own sexual arousal, Jay found himself breathing heavily, as he half leaned and half crouched between Carla's wide-spread legs, torturing her with the gaily colored feather, watching as she writhed her full-curved hips, her clenching and unclenching anus seeming to claim the teasing feather as its own. It won't be long… now! He was gleeful… But the real fun'll come… when I finally get my cock in her! She'll go of like a Roman candle… on the Fourth of July!

His massive cock throbbed achingly. It was jerking, involuntarily, with his need to get it shoved into her cunt and start fucking, but he had to control himself… keep himself from doing what she expected. This was a battle of sexual wills, which he, for now, was winning… and he wanted to keep it that way.

Jay was aware that a tiny rivulet of clear, viscous lubricating fluid was oozing from the slit in his cock head. Reaching down, he grasped the pulsating shaft of his prick and milked back the loose foreskin to reveal the fiery red crown, heavy with engorged blood; then, he used his thumb to spread the lubricant over the chunky throbbing head, as with the other hand, he kept the feather alive and dancing, twirling it up through her cuntal slit to search out, again, her clitoris, peeping out from its enfolding ridges of cunt-flesh.

She screamed… loud!

"Stop! Stop! Please…? OOOooohhh… please… stop?!"

Now's the time! Jay leaned over her, staring straight into her tear-glistening eyes, still keeping the feather twisting tormentingly on her clitoris, and said, "You really want me to stop, Carla, Baby…?"

"Yesssssssss! I-I can't take any… more of it!"

"Okay… I'll stop… when you tell me who paid you to set-up Arnie Pearson… for a blackmail job?"

Shock, surprise and anger all crossed her lovely face in quick succession, as everything seemed to come tumbling down for Carla. She stared at him, strickenly, then cried, "No! NO! I don't know what you're talking… about?"

"… Ah, but you do… Baby! So… start giving me the answers… fast!" He dragged the feather down through her pulsing furrow and nestled it into the sensitive flesh of her anus, again. "Who was it, Carla?"

"Nobody!"

"Then… are you the one blackmailing Pearson?"

"No! Oh, God… no! It's not me!"

"Then, who?"

"It's…" She stopped.

"Who?" He lashed the feather deep into her cunt. "Who?"

"It's Mr. Ram-Ramsey… Warren Ramsey!" She gasped. "Now… will you… stop?"

Finally, with her last gasping words, the agonizing torment was suddenly lifted from her frustrated, aching cunt, leaving her breathless, as the tense muscles of her body relaxed, slowly, and she lowered her upraised pelvis, feeling both a sense of relief and of disappointment in her nerve-tortured loins. The feather in Jay's hands had brought her to the highest level of sexual excitement she had ever experienced… and because of it she would be in mortal danger. Warren… told me… he didn't want his name connected with it at all! Jack Stearns… was going to handle everything…! If either of them… ever find out… that I spilled it… My God! I could get k-killed…!

The peacock feather had served its purpose. Jay tossed it aside. "How much did Ramsey pay you?" he rasped out at her.

"Does that make any difference…?"

"Yeah… I want to know how important this is to him?"

"Two thousand…" Carla answered, feeling miserable.

"Now give me a few more names!" he barked. "Who else's in on this?"

"God damn you!" Carla spat. "Why don't you fuck me… instead of giving me the third degree!?"

"Names!" he barked. "Who else?"

"Jack… Jack Stearns… and another man… I think his name is Pratt… yes that's it… Ollie Pratt…"

"Okay… the inquisition's over!" Jay told her, looking down at her sensuously squirming body, his eyes lewd and filled with pure lust for her. He couldn't help but feel jubilant, now that he had the information he needed. "Now, we can get back to important things… like sex!"

Standing to his full height, Jay Ballard grasped her ankles and pulled her unresisting body toward the edge of the bed, until her buttocks extended slightly beyond the edge of the mattress.

Quickly, then, he knelt down between her wide-spread legs and pulled her knees up over his shoulders. Now, his mouth hung just above her still wildly pulsing vaginal opening. Christ! What a gorgeous cunt! He gaped down at the narrow, moistly pink slit, its slightly irregular opening bedewed with viscous droplets of moisture and saw that it was visibly throbbing with her need. Hell… she's almost ready to pop!