My cunt
wetting, I lifted my dress and massaged my solid clitoris. Did I
want the detective to come in my mouth? I didn't know what I wanted
as I took the cup and ran the rim up and down my sex crack. His
lips would press against it, my juices wetting his mouth. Would he
taste me? Pouring the coffee, I wondered what I was doing, why I
couldn't stop thinking about sex.
"I don't think
my husband's involved," I said, taking a tray of coffee and
biscuits into the lounge.
"If he is, it
would explain how the girl knows about the insurance fiddle, and
the married man you went out with. It would also explain how she
has a key to your house."
"Yes,
but..."
"It wouldn't
be the first time I've ended up investigating the person who hired
me."
"But we're
back to the same question - why bother with prostitution?"
"I don't
know," he frowned, sipping his coffee - tasting my sex juices.
"What about
the man who hired the car?"
"He's married
with kids. He picked the girl up in a pub and hired a car to spend
a dirty weekend with her. He says that he knows nothing about her,
other than she's a prostitute."
"You believe
him?"
"Yes, I do.
Selina, your husband has been urging you to write another book, he
didn't want the police called in, there are several things that he
didn't tell me, you say he has eight hundred pounds stashed away,
he was seen kissing a blonde girl, he's now gone away and you don't
know where he is..."
"It's not
looking good, is it?"
"No, it's not.
As far as the sexual abuse is concerned, I can only come up with
one answer. They're both putting you through hell for the fun of
it, for kicks."
It was looking
far from good! Everything pointed to Danny, but why put me through
hell? Did he intend to leave me for the bitch? If so, why sell me
for sex? My mind swirling as I stared at the handsome detective, I
didn't know what to think. Where was Danny? Why hadn't he phoned
again?
"Right," John
said, finishing his coffee and rising to his feet. "As from now,
I'm investigating your husband."
"God, this is
a mess," I sighed, seeing him to the door. "What am I supposed to
do?"
"Don't say
anything to your husband, and let me know the minute you find out
where he's staying. And try not to worry, Selina - we'll get to the
bottom of this."
As he left, I
returned to the lounge and flopped onto the sofa. Tears running
down my cheeks, I couldn't believe that Danny might be involved.
The breast whipping, buttock thrashing, cunt lashing, shaving my
pubic hairs, four men fucking and spunking me, two girls coming in
my mouth... If Danny knew what I was going through, then he was the
devil incarnate!
Danny still
hadn't phoned by the following morning, and the girl hadn't been
round with more clients. I seriously believed that they were
together somewhere, scheming, drawing their plans against me. It
fitted like a jigsaw puzzle. Danny couldn't write, he was jealous
of my success, he was having an affair with the girl, they wanted
money and had hatched the idea of blackmailing me... But I couldn't
believe that the abuse they'd put me through was for kicks. That
was the only piece of the puzzle that didn't fit.
It was all so
sad, I thought tearfully - angrily. I'd thought I'd known Danny.
But can you really know anyone - any human being? Their reaction in
certain situations, what evil lurks within the canyons of their
minds? I'd thought I'd known Barry! Did I really know myself? I
pondered, recalling my terrific orgasms, the men's knobs spunking
in my mouth. What prowls in the recesses of our minds, waiting to
surface? Evil?
Answering the
phone, I was annoyed to hear Danny's deep voice, but tried to
suppress my anger and come across as normal. I didn't like him or
want him any more. His cock had been up the girl's cunt, and
probably up her arse. My anger rising, I knew I should remain calm,
but failed miserably.
"How are you?"
he asked.
"More to the
point, where are you?" I demanded.
"Sorry I
haven't phoned, I've been trying to find a half-decent hotel."
"Have you
found one?"
"No, I'm
thinking of coming home."
"Oh, are
you?"
"What's wrong,
Selina? Has the girl..."
"Danny, what's
eight hundred pounds doing in your filing cabinet?"
"Eight
hundred... Oh, that. It's for a rainy day."
"Where did you
get it from?"
"A couple of
short stories. You remember, don't you?"
"No, I
don't."
"It was for
the two stories I wrote for..."
"Are you
coming home or not?"
"I don't know
what to do. I don't fancy being dragged into that basement again,
but... Have you given the girl any more money?"
"There is no
more money."
"You'll have
to agree to the second book and take the advance, Selina."
"Will I?"
"I don't see
that there's a choice, do you?"
"Danny, will
you get it into your head that the publishers don't want another
book."
"They will,
once the first one picks up."
"Look, let's
not go through all that again. Where are you?"
"Knightsdale,
in a call box. I'll give it one more try, see if I can book into a
decent hotel."
"The minute
you do, ring me."
"Yes, of
course. The money's running out, I'll ring..."
Quietly fuming
as I replaced the receiver, I paced the lounge floor. I felt
frustrated, impotent to deal with the situation. I couldn't check
up on Danny, the detective couldn't start investigating him until
he knew where he was, I didn't know when the bitch would be round
with her clients, I was in no mood for writing... For the moment,
there was nothing I could do, no way to turn. I felt utterly
helpless.
Finally
calming down, I had some breakfast and went out into the garden.
Black clouds greeted me in place of the sun, reflecting my mood.
Plonking myself on the bench, I pulled my dress up and gazed at the
weals fanning out over the swell of my hairless cunny lips.
Sighing, I yanked my dress down, veiling the evidence of my
debauchery, desperately trying to suppress the desire to use my
vibrator.
My debauchery?
I'd been forced to commit the obscene acts, and yet... Yes, it was
my debauchery. Forced or not, I'd enjoyed playing the slave,
revelled in the imaginative sex. Whatever happened now, whatever
life threw at me, I was a bisexual nymphomaniac - and I couldn't
deny it. Neither could I deny my rising need for an orgasm, and I
didn't see why I should refuse myself the pleasure of the vibrator.
I'd fought with myself for too long, trying to convince myself that
I didn't enjoy the darker pleasures, that the whipping hadn't
aroused me. No longer would I deny the new me, my sexual
desires.
Returning to
the kitchen, I pulled my dress over my head and opened the fridge.
The cool shaft of the cucumber beckoning me, my cunt tightening and
juicing in anticipation, my clitoris swelling expectantly, I
grabbed the fruit and went up to my bedroom. Naked on the bed, my
thighs wide, I pushed the end of the cucumber between my gaping
inner lips and gently drove it into my drenched vagina. Sighing as
the huge shaft cooled my vaginal cavern, stretching the silken
walls of my sex sheath, I tossed my head back and closed my
eyes.
Never again
would I go for one day without masturbating, I vowed as my cunt
tightened around the beautiful green shaft. Never would I neglect
my feminine needs, my craving for orgasms. Repeatedly sliding the
wet shaft out of my pussy and pushing it deep into my sex cavern,
the gnarled surface teasing my taut inner lips, I vowed to pleasure
myself every day. As I was about to reach for my vibrator and
appease my throbbing clitoris, I sat bolt upright as I heard the
front door close.
"The bitch," I
breathed, hearing someone moving about in the hall. Slipping the
fruit out of my yearning pussy, I leaped off the bed and crossed
the landing. As I leaned over the banister and peered down the
stairs, to my surprise, I saw the pretty girl standing in the
hallway. The bitch must have been with her, I reflected as she
looked up at me and smiled. She was probably in the lounge with her
clients, and her bag.
"I hope you
don't mind," the girl began as she climbed the stairs. "The back
door was open so I..."
"Are you
alone?" I asked as she stood before me on the landing, her blue
eyes gazing longingly at my pert breasts, my elongated brown
nipples.
"Yes, I'm
alone."
"What do you
want?"
"I... I
thought I'd come and see you."
Leading her
into the bedroom, I turned and faced her, wondering whether I could
glean any information from her. Unbuttoning her blouse and tugging
her miniskirt down her long legs, it was pretty obvious that she'd
come to me for lesbian sex, and I decided to use that as a weapon.
My clitoris called again as I gazed at her long blonde hair framing
her angelic face. She was feminine in the extreme, radiating an air
of female sex that I'd never before known. But sadly, sex wasn't
foremost on my agenda.
"If you want
me, then you'll answer some questions first," I said huskily,
sitting on the bed with my thighs wide apart, my open vaginal
valley clearly displayed.
"Anything,"
she smiled, tugging her red panties down, unveiling her hairless
pussy lips, her tightly closed sex crack.
"Where does
Alison live?"
"I don't
know."
"Where did you
meet her?"
"In the pub.
We got talking and she said that she had a friend who was into
anything and everything."
"Meaning
me?"
"Yes. She said
that you like to play the submissive role, pretend that you're
being forced into having sex. That is right, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes it
is. Do you have her phone number?"
"No, but she
has mine. If you're her friend, why don't you know her phone number
and where she lives?"
"Don't worry
about that. The men she brought here - where did she meet
them?"
"In the
pub."
"Which
pub?"
"Why all these
questions?"
"Which
pub?"
"The Thieves'
Tavern."
"Yes, I know
it. What's your name?"
"Crystal."
"Well,
Crystal, seeing as you're here... I take it that Alison doesn't
know you've come to see me."
"She told us
never to come here without her, but... I like you and I thought we
could get to know each other. You won't tell her, will you?"
"No, of course
I won't. You'd better take your bra off and join me on the bed," I
smiled, reclining with my legs wide apart.
As she
unveiled her firm breasts and settled beside me, I knew that I was
getting somewhere at last. The Thieves' Tavern was about three
miles away. If that was where the bitch found her clients, she most
likely lived nearby. Slowly but surely, I was homing in on her.
"What have you
been doing with this?" Crystal asked curiously, clutching the wet
cucumber.
"Guess," I
smiled.
"I think this
is what you've been doing," she grinned mischievously, leaning over
my naked body and parting my swollen outer lips.
Closing my
eyes as she eased the cucumber deep into my tight vagina, I gasped
with pleasure. Now what was I doing? I wondered as she sucked my
nipple into her hot mouth and ran her tongue around my sensitive
areola. This wasn't blackmail, enforced lesbian sex - it was what I
wanted. But where would it take me? Enjoying sex with a naked girl,
allowing her to piston my cunt with a cucumber and suck my
nipples... Which alley was I now stumbling down?
"I'll show you
something I've learned to do with a cucumber," she proffered with
girlish enthusiasm, her blue eyes sparkling as she sat with her
buttocks between my splayed thighs. Lifting my head and resting on
my elbows, I watched as she placed her feet either side of my body,
her open vaginal entrance nearing the end of the green shaft
protruding from my gaping sex valley. Holding the fruit, she
aligned the rounded end with her open hole and pushed the phallus
deep into her pussy, gasping as her eyes rolled and she tossed her
head back.
Gyrating her
hips, the cucumber massaging our vaginal sheaths, she leaned back
and rested on her hands, her swollen cunt lips stretched tautly
around the massive phallus. Rocking her naked body back and forth,
our wet pussy lips kissing, I gazed in awe at the wonderful
sight.
"Nice?" she
murmured, her lower stomach swelling and deflating as the fruit
repeatedly bloated her vaginal duct.
"Very," I
breathed, unable to take my eyes off her swollen love lips, her
exposed clitoris.
"Meet my
thrusts, rock your hips so our pussy lips smack together."
Following her
instructions, our fleshy cunt lips slapping together, I felt my
clitoris pulsate, longing for the girl's hot, wet mouth, her
snaking tongue. As we fucked in our lesbian lust, I pictured our
naked bodies entwined, our tongues lapping at each other's cunts,
our mouths sucking each other's clitorises to orgasm. The notion
sending my arousal soaring, I gazed in wonder at our sex juices
glistening on the cucumber, lubricating our female fucking.
There was
something about Crystal, something I didn't understand. It wasn't
the sex, the immense pleasure we were sharing. Was it her
femininity? Her angelic face was rouged with sex, her breasts firm,
her nipples perfectly formed, her curvaceous body unblemished...
But there was something deeper about her, almost spiritual. Her
long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a golden
curtain, she was a cherub. Did she have wings?