William Davis - Blackmailed

Through lust-crazed eyes, Carla looked down at him, where he knelt between her legs, and she could feel the warm palms of his hands against the softly tender flesh of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. She knew his intention, welcomed it and instinctively wanted to open her legs even farther to give him easy access to her painfully aroused cunt. She wished, dimly, that it might have been Joan, her newest conquest kneeling there, ready to lick and suck her… but since it wasn't, Jay would have to do…

Then, fascinated, anticipating his next move she watched as the detective lowered his head between her tingling thighs, while, involuntarily, her hips undulated upward to meet the delicious sensations his mouth would bring to her.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she moaned, her body spasming, uncontrollably, as his moistly hot lips closed over her heated, pulsating cuntal mouth. Her vision blurred and her head pounded with her heartbeat, as he planted lewdly lascivious kisses on the tingling aperture of her wildly anticipating pussy, his tongue darting out to lash deep into the snug moistness of her quivering opening.

Now, her own hands moved with sure, sensuous knowledge, caressingly, over the twin hillocks of her swollen, throbbing breasts, her fingers teasing, again, the erectile, cameo-pink nipples for a moment, before they slid, sinuously, along her flat, white belly, until finally, they arrived at her groin, on either side of his lewdly sucking lips.

Stroking herself gently, her soft fingers rubbed up from the hollows of her flexing groin to the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her cunt, caressing all around them, until she could wait no longer; then, slowly, deliberately, she used her fingers to pull the pulsing lips of her pussy apart to allow his mouth the complete liberty of all her searing, moist furrow. She wanted all… and wanted to give all of herself to him.

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Joan Pearson had known, almost from the first, when Arnie had met her at the airport that something was bothering him. She had tried to find out what it was… but he was closemouthed and non-committal.

Their love-making these few days was middling satisfactory; that is to say… it wasn't spectacular. No fireworks… or the earth moving under them was theirs.

Last night, Joan had wanted to put her newfound knowledge to work, knowing that if Arnie were to use his mouth on her, as Carla had… it would bring her vibrant body to exploding sexuality… but she didn't know how to bring it off… how to make her wishes known to him. In the end, she had said nothing. Arnie had fumbled through the sex act, bringing her finally to what she knew, now, was only a lower level of arousal. She had climaxed… but it was not the earth-shaking thing it could have been… if only…

There was a vague feeling of restlessness in her, on that morning… a slight sense of frustration, balanced by the knowledge that it didn't have to be that way… as she remembered the afternoon, before, with Carla… remembered how the other woman's mouth had skyrocketed her to the pinnacle of rapture.

Even though she had told herself that she wouldn't do it, she did. She picked up the telephone, which had just been installed in their apartment, and called Carla Reynolds.

The two women chatted, and in the end, Joan had agreed to come to Carla's apartment. Joan knew, when she broke the connection why she was going. She debated the question with herself… but all the arguments of her rational mind couldn't prevail over the rising excitement in her body. The more she thought about it… the more aroused and inflamed she became.

Finally, as it neared the time Carla had suggested, having told her that the "visitor" she expected would be gone already, Joan was on edge, unable to wait any longer. She called a cab, gave the driver the address and rode the fairly short distance to Carla's apartment. It's wrong… and foolish… I know… but I've just got to see her…!

Paying the cab driver, Joan walked up the stairs into the modern, apartment building and found Carla's door.

She started to ring the doorbell, but noticed that the door was standing slightly ajar. Carla was expecting her… and maybe she left the door open… on purpose… Impulsively, she gave the door an inward push. It swung open to reveal an empty living room.

"Carla…?" she called, softly.

There was no answer. She stepped inside and called out, again. She must be in the bedroom… A devilish curiosity took over. Do you suppose her visitor's still here…? Then, somehow, it seemed important for her to know: Is her visitor a man… or woman…?

Closing the door, firmly, this time, Joan walked farther into the apartment. She knew where the bedroom was and made unerringly for it, pausing to listen outside the door.

She heard the moans of a woman caught up in passion. Her curiosity led her on. I'll just peek in… then I'll leave… and come back later…

The bedroom door opened, soundlessly… and Joan saw that it was a man, who was bringing such rapture to the auburn-haired Carla.

The woman was moaning, incessantly, and as Joan watched she saw that the man kneeling between her whitely tapering thighs was using his mouth to suck and lick at her nakedly exposed cuntal slit. Carla's arms were pressed in tight against her sides, her eyes were tightly closed and her head flailed from side to side, her beautiful auburn tresses in total disarray, as she responded to the man with unbridled ecstasy. Joan knew that his mouth nuzzled up into the angle of Carla's thighs was generating all those delightful sensations reflected on her lovely face, as his agile, taunting tongue flicked out, its soft tip searching for then circling her palpitant clitoris.

Joan had really meant only to peek in then leave, as she had promised herself… but now, she stood rooted to the spot, unable to take her eyes from the hotly writhing body of the girl, Carla, on the bed.

… And, of course, that slow-building need that had been with her all day, and which had, finally, prompted her to come to Carla's apartment, burst into licking flames of desire in her loins, as she watched. She recognized it… knew that she'd have to be fulfilled… but this is Carla's little party… with her man "visitor"! She knew she should have left… right then…

Under Jay's voraciously active mouth, Carla felt his lips suck at her, drawing the warm, tender petals of her flowered-open cunt into the hot cavern of his mouth; then, it was her clitoris that received the attention of his licking tongue. He drew the tiny, erect bud up between his lips to suck it for a moment, before finally taking it lightly in his teeth, while his tongue teased its short length with sensuous flickings of his lingual member. She groaned out her pleasure from deep in her throat, mewling and purling as now the hot, searching tip of his sinuous tongue worked its way up and down the narrow length of her soft, pulsating furrow, beginning at her lower belly and pressuring its way down to the softly pliant opening of her hungrily clasping cuntal opening. Inexorably, then, his tongue worked lower and lower, down into the crevice of her resiliently hollowing buttocks, pausing, momentarily, to probe, moistly, at the tight, puckered ring of her sensitively clenching anal opening below. She gasped with the erotic shock of it, and her hips ground up at him, wildly, begging for more and yet more of the same.

Standing there in the doorway of Carla's bedroom, guiltily watching, Joan couldn't drag herself away… couldn't stop watching the lewd sex act. Almost hypnotically, her own hands sneaked up to her tingling breasts and caressed them through her dress. She had not worn bra or panties, daringly, knowing deep in the back of her mind her real reason for coming to the auburn-haired woman's apartment… Then, her hands moved down, down and down… until they smoothed into the hollows of her groin, and one of them snaked over to cover her pubic mound, a finger then going into the fleshy fold of sensitive flesh to her already erect clitoris. Unconsciously she rubbed, gently, at herself, through the light material of her mini-skirt. Oh, God… I'm getting so aroused… but there's nothing I can do… now… except… But, she didn't like to do that… to herself…