Naomi McElroy: Blackmailed Sister-in-law

I must be oversexed, Sarah often thought, her cheeks burning with shame.

Sarah found herself thinking that often after she and Mike were married. If our sex life is enough for Mike, why can't it be enough for me? she often wondered. Sarah dreamed, in vain, about the day that she would know complete and total satisfaction after their lovemaking. Instead, the well-stacked brunette felt a vague dissatisfaction. Just once, she wished that Mike would take her roughly and savagely pound his big pole of masculinity into her cock-hungry cunt, making her gasp with both pleasure and pain. She secretly fantasized about hearing him use the same coarse language that the actors used during the pornographic sessions, of having him cry out to her in wild abandon instead of remaining silent while they made love.

Sarah found herself wishing that her husband would demand that she suck his cock the way she had sucked the big pricks that had been rammed in her throat as the camera clicked. Even though she cared nothing for the male models she had worked with, Sarah had liked the feel of their warm meat in her mouth. During her brief career, she had learned to suck cock with admirable expertise, so that her sex partners climaxed fast and hard, spilling their hot semen into her waiting mouth. Sarah did not have to pretend when she felt their torrid cargo explode in her mouth. The lustful gleam in her eyes was genuine as she eagerly swallowed their hot juices. Just as the frantic swirl of her pelvis was real when her male partners fucked her with gusto, cramming their merciless rods into her heated cunt from every imaginable position. Sarah had learned a great deal during her brief but torrid career. Not only about sex but about herself. And she inwardly feared that she might be oversexed.

She had hoped that marriage to a big hunk like Mike McBride would put a stop to the secret longings of her ripe body, that her husband would be the passionate and demanding lover she ached for. Instead, Mike had proved to be merely adequate in bed. Even though Sarah reached a climax when her husband made love to her, hers was a shallow response, a mere mild fluttering within her saturated vaginal walls. And Sarah yearned for so much more!

The thought of cheating on Mike, however, never entered the shapely brunette's mind. Sarah devoted herself to her husband with the same fervor she'd dedicated herself to her mother. The happiness of those she loved always came first with Sarah. That's why she never told Mike of her unfulfilled and persistent sexual desires. First of all, she did not want to hurt his masculine pride by intimating that he was lacking as far as his sexual prowess was concerned. Second, Sarah was convinced that Mike preferred her to remain passive in bed, that he wanted her to play the role of the sweet, innocent wife in every aspect of their marriage, so she remained silent. And she turned to a vibrator to satisfy the secret cravings of her frustrated pussy. She kept the plastic pseudo-prick hidden in her dresser drawer. It was only when she was alone that she used the mechanical aid to help satisfy the throbbings of her heated cunt. Then, Sarah would spread her legs and send the penis-shaped piece of plastic far into her leaking aperture, shoving it in and out with the gusto she wished Mike would show during their lovemaking. It was then, and only then, that the voluptuous brunette would cry out in wild abandon, the way she did not dare cry out with her husband.

«Fuck me, fuck me!» she would gasp, her legs trembling as she masturbated with vigor. «Harder, deeper!» she'd beg, thrilling to the forceful penetrations of the whirling vibrator. «Fuck my cunt!» she'd cry, pretending that her husband was screwing her the way she secretly wished that he would. Although the vibrating sex-gadget did not take the place of a real, live prick, it helped to relieve some of Sarah's frustrations. And it kept her from turning to other men for fulfillment of her lusty sexual appetite.

Now, as the curvaceous young woman gazed at the lurid photos of herself which had come in the morning mail, she felt a tension building in her luscious body. Her temples throbbing as she wondered about the anonymous sender. Who had unearthed her dark past? And now that this blackmailer was on to her, what did he or she want?

Sarah grew tense, for she had no way of paying off a blackmailer. She had no money of her own at all. Even though she had been the sole beneficiary of her mother's insurance policy, the woman's monumental medical bills had consumed every penny. And Mike gave just a small personal allowance in addition to her household money. Scarcely enough to grease a greedy palm. Mike just didn't make that kind of money. Although they lived comfortably on the profits of his small television repair shop, it required careful budgeting.

How can I silence him? Sarah wondered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood. Sarah did not know the answer to her dilemma. But as her eyes passed over the painfully familiar photographs she'd received in the morning mail, the lovely brunette knew that she would do anything she possibly could to keep her beloved husband from seeing those pictures. And she also knew that she had been living on borrowed time. The four years of happiness she had known with Mike had come to an abrupt end, while a private hell had just begun. She was now at the mercy of some unknown and unscrupulous individual, one who possessed the frightening power to destroy her marriage!

As Sarah viewed each pornographic pose from her past, she became aware of another kind of tension mounting within. Along with her trepidation, she felt an undeniable sexual excitement course through her. Although she was ashamed of her reaction, she could not stop the ripples of desire from washing over her body. One photograph showed Sarah naked and bent, sprawled before a male who was denuded of all but a lascivious expression as he shoved his big swollen prick into her widely stretched mouth. The voluptuous brunette licked her full lips as she gazed at the photo, remembering how good that warm joint had felt inside her receptive oral cavity. The rapturous expression on her face was genuine as she sucked obediently for the cameraman. Sarah recalled the unmatched bittersweet flavor of masculine juices against her tongue … and her mouth watered. How thrilled she would be if one day her good-looking, well-built husband would grab her by the hair, the way the model in the lewd photo was doing, and force her to go down on him and take his rampaging cock fully in her prick-hungry mouth.

Sarah's voluminous breasts rose and fell rapidly as she breathed harder. Her heartbeat quickening, she turned to another photo, her pussy fluttering wildly at the shockingly prurient pose. Her jade eyes grew dreamy as she gazed at her widely split legs as she saw herself lying on a kitchen table. Her gaping cuntal petals flowered boldly before the camera, their pink folds swollen and glistening with the nectar of her arousal as the handsome face of a male model nestled between her obscenely outspread legs. His pointed tongue stretched forward, its wet tip probing her sensitive cuntal lips.

Mmmmmmmmm, how good his tongue felt! Sarah recalled as she looked at the familiar photo. She remembered how she had begged him to keep on licking her cunt even when the camera had stopped clicking. Before they had moved on to another lurid pose, Sarah had grabbed her partner's head and held it between her outstretched, trembling legs, pleading with him to make her cum! She felt a slow warmth steal across her pelvis as she remembered how the man had accommodated her, flicking his raspy tongue back and forth and up and down until she cried out in sweet release, her hips bucking as she slammed up and down upon the table.

Sighing, Sarah recalled how that had been the very first time she had ever had her pussy eaten. At first, she had been shocked when the cameraman unleashed his instructions, ordering her up on the table. The thought of having the naked male model tongue the dark triangle between her widely splayed legs had filled the big-busted brunette with revulsion. That is, until she felt the first touch of his warmly wet tongue against her lewdly parted pussy. Sarah remembered too how she had gasped, how her bare tits had tightened into rosy peaks of excitement at the thrilling sensation, how she had split her legs as far as possible and moaned with pleasure at this new and marvelous physical sensation. Even the cameraman had teased her afterward, saying that she was either a tremendous actress or she had had the time of her life. After that, Sarah secretly yearned for that type of pose, and she surrendered herself completely to the ensuing lewd acts.