Peter Jensen - The blackmailed wife

He leaned forward and down in the chair bringing his face close to the artificial cock that he was thrusting into her, watching with lewd delight the tiny ridges of the moist pink flesh of her cunt around the edges of the thick cudgel with each thrust he made.

"Harder, my dear?" he purred above her, playing upon her body as though it were a puppet and he were the master holding the strings.

"Ooohhhh, yes, harder, fuck it harder," she groaned as she twisted and turned wildly on the rug, small rivulets of sweat rolling down from between her bouncing breasts.

"Deeper, do you want me to fuck deeper?" he grinned evilly, his eyes locked greedily on the instrument cleaving into the parted hair of her throbbing vagina.

"Hell, no, you'll split it, you'll split it," she gasped painfully as he shoved forward again in spite of her pleas, leaving it sunk completely to the hilt inside her hot, lubricated passage. He turned the vibrator to full force and could see the full rounded cheeks of her ass quivering tantalizingly from the force of its motion.

She suddenly gave a low piteous moan and brought her hands down to hold the thick, vibrating rubber dildo hard into her belly, screwing her quivering ass up tight against the round hard rubber ring that kept it from going deeper. She opened her mouth wide and let out a low animal-like gasp that signified her approaching orgasm. Max could see the cheeks of her ass begin a strong hard clenching against the invading dildo as though it were trying to nibble it away. Small gushes of her orgiastic fluid seeped out hotly around the edges of the vibrating penis in spite of its tightness and ran in glistening tiny streams down the wide-stretched crevice of her buttocks. The tiny puckered anus clenched and unclenched below in the moistness of the crack in tempo with the grunts of her spending passion.

Max gloated, as he watched her body jerking to a halt from the final spasms of the orgasm she had just experienced. Her groans subsided slowly as he slowed the vibrator bit by bit to coincide with her completion. Finally he switched it off. She lay spread-eagled and still, the huge rubber cock still embedded deep in her wide-stretched cunt. Max, grinning in satisfaction from the spectacle he had just watched, slowly began working it out from between her legs. He pulled gently, concentrating his vision on the pink moist flesh working its way out around the edges with it, clasping to it as though it didn't want to let go. He gave a quick tug, and with a wet sucking noise it suddenly slipped out all the way. The woman groaned and rolled over on her side, one arm covering her eyes from the light.

"Julia, my dove, that was beautiful," Max cooed, reaching down to lift the still form from the floor.

"Ohhh, don't move me," Julia moaned. "One of these days you're going to kill me with one of those machines of yours."

"Ah, but you like them, I can tell." Max grinned lewdly, "Don't tell me you don't."

"Mmmmm," she groaned again, softly this time as she rose to one elbow on the rug. "I haven't seen a man yet that could keep up with them."

"My dear, you are perfect," Max laughed appreciatively. "You'll never know how much you have brightened my dull existence this last year. You are by far the best secretary an executive could possibly have."

"I think I earn my money," Julia laughed with him pulling herself exhaustedly up off the floor to the standing position. "And speaking of that, I think I had better get dressed and get down to see that new young thing you've got on your mind these days. I want to make certain that trip to Mexico we fixed for her benefit doesn't peter out. It should save some of the wear and tear on me for awhile. That is, until you get tired of her."

"Ah, my dear, you know I could never do without you for very long. I like my little diversions but they tire too quickly. You're probably the only woman in the world who is as lusty as I am." He patted her on the ass playfully, pausing to jiggle the soft resilient flesh for a moment. "She is a tender young thing, though, and I don't need to tell you how important it is to me. I want to see her crawl after the way she's ignored me. She must be taught a lesson."

"I'd like to see the proud little bitch get screwed good, too. She even thinks she's too good to have a drink with me. I've been trying to set you up a long time but all she does is moon over that Navy husband of hers. That's what comes from too much love."

"Yes," Max agreed, lighting a long black cigar, "You have taken longer than usual with this one. I was beginning to think, my dear, that perhaps you were jealous and wanted to keep me to yourself."

"Oh, I do, I do," Julia kidded along with him, "but that mink coat you've offered as a reward for that little piece of tail appeals to me more."

"Well, don't fail me this time, my pet," Max urged, "I'm growing a bit inpatient."

"Don't worry, I've set things up in Tijuana so that even the virgin Mary herself couldn't get away. She'll get screwed all right, and screwed good." Julia, fully clothed now, brushed down her hair and started for the door.

"Good luck, my dear, I envy you getting to watch her breaking in. Don't let them bruise her up too much."

"I promise, my sweet," Julia blew a kiss back at him as she closed the door behind her and left the fat sweating man. "There'll be plenty left for you to play dilly-dally with."

The powerful Jaguar sports car purred smoothly along the highway, going south out of San Diego. Ann Morrow relaxed back in the passenger seat and let her long golden hair flow out into the cool refreshing slip stream of the car. She felt completely relaxed and at ease for the first time in six months.

She gazed over gratefully at Julia, the driver. She had been the one who had lifted this veil of self pity she had thrown around herself when Dave had left for fleet duty in Vietnam last January. This trip was going to be wonderful for her and Julia had convinced her she should forget everything and leave her troubles behind for the weekend.

"Let's pretend we're eighteen again," Julia had said just before they had left, "and we don't have an attachment in the world."

She had explained to Ann while they had several Martinis in her sumptuous apartment overlooking the harbor at San Diego. "We've won this trip from the office for two, all expenses paid for three days to Tijuana and the bull fights, so let's make the most of it."

After the third Martini Ann decided it might be fun. She needed some kind of diversion to keep from going mad.

Julia had warned her that they would have to watch themselves as there were some pretty unsavory characters down there who would like nothing better than to take advantage of a couple of good-looking and fancy-free Gringo girls, but if they were careful and watched their step they could have a good clean weekend of fun. Ann had thought it a wonderful idea and had agreed to try and not think about her loneliness. For the first time since Dave left, she was going to enjoy herself.

Ann had met Julia several months ago when she had taken a job as a secretary in one of the large department stores in San Diego to relieve the boredom while Dave was away. She had written to him about her plans and he had answered that he thought it was a good idea for her to keep herself busy. She had been expressing her depression to him too much lately in her letters and he had good-naturedly admonished her about this – saying he didn't want a worried looking old hag of twenty-two years old for a wife when he returned.

Julia was the first real friend she had made since her husband's departure. She was Mr. Schroeder's, the store owner's, private secretary and also had a husband who was away at sea. That gave them something in common right way.