Allan Taylor - Swap party campaign

"Oh, Mrs. Connors," Dan declared. "I hope you're not upset by this. Actually I did think you might prefer to keep this quiet. It is, after all, so, how shall I put it, intimate!"

Ruth stood and began to blurt out exactly what she thought Dan would want to hear.

"Blackmail!" she cried. "You can't blackmail me! Why, my husband wouldn't give you a DIME for that!"

Dan was continuing as though he hadn't heard her.

"… and as for this tape being anybody, I'm sure you've heard of voice prints by now. They are relatively new, but are already considered very conclusive when it comes to identifying voices. I'm surprised that you don't know that, Mrs. Connors."

Ruth sat back down as though the breath had been knocked out of her. Was it her imagination, or did Dan seem to be looking at her in a new way? She was sure he was looking at her titties, and she could feel her nipples contracting lustfully at the thought. She kept her legs pressed tightly together as she sat primly on the edge of the chair. It was hard to play the part of an indignant wife when that tape was still playing, with her own voice on it raised like a common harlot's wailing and moaning and obviously enjoying a good fucking.

"Perhaps you'd like to have a drink while you listen to the rest," Dan was suggesting, and Ruth seemed to hear him through a fog.

Unhurriedly, Dan went out to the living room for a few minutes and returned carrying two glasses and a bottle of scotch.

"I hope I didn't hurt your feelings, Mrs. Connors," he said. "Actually, you may have that tape if you like. I have another copy." He held the glass within reach. "Do drink this. I'm sure it will make you feel better!"

He himself took a deep sip from his own glass, letting his eyes wander over the lushly voluptuous body on the chair across from the bed. He could always remember every detail of its nakedness, every quiver of her hungry little pussy around his cock. He was pleased that she had taken to the game so well. Her mounting lust showed in her eyes. He would have to get started on her soon or she would blow the whole thing.

"What do you want from me!" Ruth finally shouted out. The tape was going on and on, and the terrible compromising lewdness of her own voice was driving her crazy. Worse than that, the distinct noises… the all too explicit sounds of her lover's cock fucking steadily harder and harder into her wetly churning cunt… oh God, it was too much to bear!

There was a long silence while Dan seemed to mull these words over in his mind. Ruth downed the whole of her scotch, thankful for the burning warmth it created in her mouth and throat and then in her jittery stomach. She dared not speak. Her tongue felt thick and fuzzy in her mouth, and she longed for more scotch. Dan leaned forward as if anticipating her thought, and she wondered if she had been looking longingly at the bottle. He filled her glass again, this time to the very brim, and her hand trembled so that as she lifted it to her parched lips, several drops fell across the front of her light dress.

As she brushed her fingers across the wet spots, she could see the sensuously throbbing mounds of her tits, and the all too well-defined protrusions of her nipples. She shivered as the liquor coursed down her throat this time and then knew that Dan was getting ready to make the final move. She had feared that the silence might go on forever, that he might never speak again the words which would tell her to do what she wanted to do so badly. Yet, that was impossible, of course… and he had already spoken before the words became clear in her head.

"You were… uh… magnificent that night, if I may say so!" Dan's face was radiant as Ruth looked at him, her own face flushed and her features strained by the events of the past few hours. "Since I know that you are prone to enjoy such things, and, I might add, you seemed to find me quite acceptable that night, I thought perhaps…"

"Never!" Ruth cried out. But she was thinking of the feel of his cock fucking deep into her cunt. The situation was more sensuous, yet frustrating than she had thought, and she was going to break soon!

Dan acted disappointed but undaunted by her reply, and she was alarmed when he went on talking as though she hadn't spoken. The bastard! she thought. Why doesn't he get on with it!

"I was out of my mind that night, Dan," she cried. "You've got to understand that that had nothing to do with me… not the real me!" Ruth realized that she was partially telling the truth. It was true that she had been out of her mind the night she had yelled for Dan to come and fuck her, out of her mind with a craving for cock that couldn't be quenched. How could she explain that she had really been temporarily deranged? He knew that already; they both did. She had been that way ever since she had met Dan Michaels and found that his taste in sexual fantasy equaled her own. Her husband hadn't minded either because he had his own mistress. They were just one happy family now, sometimes one happy foursome.

"Perhaps you were drugged, Mrs. Connors," Dan was replying, "and that's why you enjoyed my cock fucking so hard into your cunt."

Ruth sucked in her breath, her face flushing at his lewd words.

Dan reached forward to flick a switch that stopped the by now completed tape rewinding. Then he started it up again. Ruth reached forward and grabbed the scotch bottle, pouring herself a stiff glassful, coughing slightly from the speed with which she swallowed it.

This time, Dan felt his cock jerk slightly as he heard Ruth's recorded moaning in the throes of abandoned fucking. He watched the helpless expression crossing the young woman's face with a new kind of inward sadistic satisfaction.

Since Ruth was still sitting motionless in the chair, he added: "You do understand, Mrs. Connors, don't you? You can certainly make my afternoon much more pleasant with just the slightest bit of… uh… cooperation."

Ruth stood up quickly and yelled at him.

"You don't understand! I've got to get home! You can't possibly expect me to – why, my husband…"

Dan easily barred her way, taking hold of both of Ruth's wrists with a surprisingly strong grasp. As soon as he touched her, Ruth knew that it was going to happen soon. She fought him briefly, and then realized that she was just prolonging what she wanted to happen anyway. With great difficulty, she struggled to gain control of herself again. Certainly if she played along just right he would get on with it! He was standing so close to her, his tall, elegantly thin body alive and vibrant.

"I'm sure Mr. Connors would want you to do anything you could to help me out, and then, of course, you could have the tapes, both copies, to do with as you like. I'm sure I won't need them after today."

Suddenly she collapsed, falling onto the edge of the bed. She sat with her hands covering her face and pretended to sob into them like a little girl would. "Oh God! I don'tknow! I just don't know WHAT to do! I can't just let you fuck me like… like a dirty WHORE!"

Dan looked down at the tanned thighs that were almost completely exposed as she sobbed into her hands. Her short summer dress had snaked up higher than she knew, and he could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as he studied the delicate fullness of her upper thighs.

"It's not too difficult for you, I'm sure," Dan said.

When Ruth raised her head, ready to tell him that she would comply with his wishes another time, she saw something totally unexpected that made her cunt jump for joy. There before her very eyes was the heavily throbbing hardness of Dan's naked cock. He stood holding it now, just inches away from her face, and she jumped backward, pretending to scramble away from him.

"Oh God, No!" she cried.

But he had already grabbed her by the shoulders and was waving his nakedly throbbing cock in front of her face.