"Let me," she murmured, but the rest of her words trailed off into a whisper as she pulled away from him and slid down on the bed, her hands still massaging his huge, throbbing cock.
"Oooooohhhh," he groaned, his voice choked with passion as she let her lips touch the hairiness of his belly, then close around the bulbous, red head of his pulsing prick. Her fingers ran over its length as though she were measuring it as her mouth sucked harder and harder, bringing more and more of his manhood into her mouth and throat.
"Yes yes," he gasped as her tongue traced over his outstanding veins and tickled at the base of his huge, hardened cock. Her fingers touched lightly on his genitals and jiggled them softly, feeling their weight and heat He crushed her breasts in his hands as she mouthed him hungrily in the warm, wet confines of her lips, intensifying his desire until his head was throbbing and his whole body was shuddering with his pent up passion.
"I've got to have you," he urged, pulling her shoulders upward, but she wouldn't let him, not yet. She wanted to feel his hardened cock in her mouth, memorize every inch of it so she would know what she had inside her. She sucked harder and harder until she could feel its length way back in her throat and she had to swallow to keep from choking. He was so huge… so hard, that her small ovalled mouth couldn't accommodate his entire throbbing staff.
When she could feel his penis begin to twitch more rapidly, she knew that he, too, was about to cum and she wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel his marvellous strength in her, flooding her, fucking her, making her feel alive again, with a tenderness that she thought had been buried forever.
Gently he urged her upwards and turned her so that she lay on her back, her legs slightly apart as he eased himself between her thighs. He looked down at her and thought how very beautiful she was, how much he loved her and how he wanted to make her happy.
"Now, darling," she urged, pulling at his hips, "Take me now… love me… fuck me like you did before!"
Her knees fell apart as he angled himself and lowered his hips so that his hardened cock touched her damp vaginal opening separating the soft hair-lined lips and she could feel his hardness as he entered her. She raised her knees up and his hand slipped beneath her buttocks, pulling her up onto him so that he could bury himself in her with his first urgent thrust.
"AAAaaaagggghhhh," she gasped, as she felt the huge, thick organ tear at her lining and touch the very depths of her passage. He was so big… so strong… so demanding, His genitals were swirling like a boiling pot, the heat of his desire barely able to be contained. Her loins were trembling as he forced her knees back against her shoulders and pounded into her, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
"That's it," she cooed, "Fuck me, darling, fuck me good!"
He was grinding into her with steady, hard strokes, letting the head of his shaft rest at her cervix for just a moment before he withdrew and entered her again.
She began to breathe his name over and over again with choked little gasps as he steadily brought her to the apex of her passion. She could feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract, hugging against his male thickness, clinging to it as she held her hips in the air, letting him pull her closer to him as she came.
"AAAAaaaaggghhhh," she gasped out in her consuming passion. "I'm cumming, darling… ooohhh, I'm cumming!"
Her whole face was contorted in her throes of orgasm and desire and she wished that he would cum, fill her deep with his life-giving sperm. As she squirmed on the end of his throbbing prick, she felt it swell slightly, then a quick rush of warm, thick liquid shoot deep up into her contracting cuntal passage.
"Here I…" he choked, no longer able to control himself as he felt her vaginal walls pulse around his cock as she came.
"I love you Gillian… I love you!"
"I love you too," she whispered, locking her legs even tighter around him, holding him while he emptied himself in her.
An indescribable flood of relief swept through his body, satiating him, relieving him as he felt his once hard prick go limp inside her. He lay motionless on her, whispering in her ear, kissing her neck and face, and tears of joy and satisfaction streamed down her face.
"What's the matter, darling?" he asked, "Why are you crying?"
"You just make me so happy," she murmured, hugging him strongly, "I'm so very happy!"
He kissed her tear stained cheeks, then rolled off her and lay down next to her, cradling her in his arms until her sobbing subsided.
"Ssssshhhh," he comforted her. "It's all right. Everything will be all right from now on."
The weeks flew by quickly and neither Gillian nor Jessica had been bothered again by Mr. Wiles. They were finally beginning to relax and believe that the nightmare that had haunted their lives was finally over and they could feel safe again.
Gillian and Duncan had settled into a nice, comfortable relationship and she knew that she did love him. She had begun in a new job that was within walking distance from the flat they shared and she felt safe and secure. She wondered sometimes if Mr. Wiles had found some new type of diversion or whether he had just reconsidered his position. The fact that he still had the pictures bothered her, but as long as he didn't threaten to use them, everything would be all right.
Andrew had not said anything to Duncan about his plan to get the pictures back and get even with Wiles, and they had decided that Duncan would not mention the matter to him unless the subject was brought up in another way. They just wanted to forget about the whole horrible incident and block it out of their lives.
Gillian was home earlier than usual one day because her office was having a sales meeting and the girls were let off an hour earlier, so she stopped at the mailbox to pick up the mail. Duncan usually did this, but today she decided to get it before she went upstairs. There was a letter addressed to Duncan and to her in the box, so she took it up and sat down to read it once she was in the flat.
She couldn't imagine who could be writing to her or to Duncan jointly, but once she had opened the envelope, she realized that they had not heard the last from Mr. Wiles. The envelope contained copies of the prints that were taken that night in his hotel room with a note attached demanding that Duncan pay a certain amount of money or Tony Wiles would see to it that he was fired from the company.
"Oh, no!" Gillian said aloud and ran to the telephone to call Jessica to see if she had gotten an envelope, but there was no answer!
She looked at the pictures and she could feel that familiar shame creep over as she saw her face, contorted with lust as she made love to Jessica and to Duncan! She put them back in the envelope and hid the letter and blackmail demand in her lingerie drawer, deciding not to tell Duncan about it, not right away. He was in line for a promotion and she knew that he couldn't afford the kind of money Wiles was demanding and it would just upset him She wasn't sure what she would do, but she knew that she had to stop him, no matter what the cost. She decided that she would call Wiles the next day and tell him-that she was going to go to the police, so he'd better change his mind and see what his reaction would be. Her nerves were on edge and she knew that Duncan would be home soon, so she poured herself a martini and tried to let the alcohol soothe her nerves. She couldn't let Duncan know that anything was the matter, everything had been going so smoothly and she couldn't ruin it for him now.
She managed to get through the evening without letting Duncan suspect that she had heard anything and their lovemaking that night was as satisfying and wonderful as ever. He was such a tender and understanding lover and he lived just to make her happy and satisfy her, she couldn't ask for a better man.
The next morning, after Duncan had left for the office, she picked up the phone and dialled the familiar number, and asked for Mr. Anthony Wiles. She was trembling when she heard his voice, and he laughed when she told him who she was.
"Nice to hear from you again, Gil. You think I'd forgotten about you, dear?"
"Hardly," she hissed, "but I called to say that I'm going to the police with that threatening letter and if need be, to the president of the company. You're not going to bleed Duncan for money he doesn't have and ruin his chances for promotion."
"You're really not in a position to bargain, young lady," he chided, his voice cold and unfeeling.
"I don't care," she told him, "I'm going to do as I say. In fact, I haven't told Duncan about the letter!"
"That wasn't very wise," he continued, "I'm sure he'll have more sense than you do."
"Well, I'm not going to, and I know that you wouldn't take that filth into the office, it would be too risky."
"You're very right, my dear," he said, "but there are other ways to get to him."
"I'm not going to discuss any longer," she insisted, "I'm hanging up and going straight to the police!"
She slammed down the receiver, but her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking, knowing that he hadn't been scared and that he may still go through with his threat to hinder Duncan's job.
She called her office and told them that she wouldn't be in that day, that she had some personal business that was urgent that she had to attend to.
After that, she took a quick shower and dressed quickly. She decided that she would go to Jessica's flat and see what she would advise. She grabbed a taxi and in fifteen minutes she was ringing Jessica's doorbell, but there was no answer. She asked the doorman if he had seen her that day and he told her that she had gone out of town for a week or so and wouldn't be back until the following week. There was no way she could get in touch with her unti1 then!
Now she really didn't know what to do. She couldn't go to the police, it would be too embarrassing and there would be a scandal. Then Duncan may lose his job anyway and Andrew's position would be jeopardized too. She would just have to wait until Jessica got home to see if she had gotten the same letter.
It was a nice day so she decided to walk back to her flat, besides the fresh air might help her think of something she could do. She walked quickly and in about an hour she was back at her apartment, but she didn't have an alternative solution to her problem. Maybe she would have to tell Duncan. but it would crush him, and he had such grand hopes for this promotion.
She collapsed on the couch and began to cry, tears of frustration and anger soaking the pillows of the sofa. She dozed off for a short while, but was awakened by a persistent knock at the door.
"Who is it?" she asked, wondering why the doorman had not announced a visitor.
"Special Delivery," a man's voice said, "for your husband!"
"Just a minute," she told him, "I'll be right there."
She couldn't imagine what Duncan would be getting Special Delivery, besides, he was not her husband, but then the mailman wouldn't know that. She shuddered at the thought that it might be another letter from Mr. Wiles, but she didn't think that it could get there so quickly. especially after she had spoken to him several hours before.