"God," she moaned. "Oh fuck. It feels too good. Too good. I love it.
Oh God, I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus! Oh fuck, I love itttt!"
Her orgasm shook her body as she'd never been shaken before.
"Oh," she moaned. "It's never been like this. Never."
But his cock was still in her and still hard. He slowly pulled his cock from her and placed it against her, stomach.
"Turn over," he said. "Get up on your hands and knees."
"But what are you going to do?" she asked.
"Just do it," he demanded.
She turned over and got up on her hands and knees. Once more he slammed his cock deep into her pussy. He leaned across her and grabbed her titties as he savagely pounded his cock into her cunt.
"Fuck me!" he cried. "it feels so fucking fine! I love it! I fucking love it! Oh Jesusssss!"
She felt him explode into her with his hot cum.
Carolyn was shocked. She could feel the man's eyes on her as she turned over the glossy photographs.
"I can't believe it," she said. "You took pictures. Why did you do that?"
Dan Jacobs smiled. He knew he had this pretty little blonde exactly where he wanted her. It was time for him to take off his nice-guy mask.
"Why do you think, bitch?" he said coldly.
Carolyn had never been talked to that way. She looked up in surprise.
She had been sorry and ashamed of what had happened between her and the stranger. Afterwards, for two weeks, she had been as nice as she could possibly be to her husband. She was determined never to be unfaithful again.
And then Dan Jacobs had phoned her.
She looked down once more at the pictures. There was no doubt it was her. Her long blonde hair was tangled and her mouth was open in heat.
She looked depraved.
"Oh my God," she said softly. "I don't understand. I really don't understand."
"It's simple," he said. "You took a little pleasure. Now you're going to have to pay for it."
"Blackmail," she said. "You want money?"
"Not money," he said. "I just want you to go to work for me. For six months. Then I'll give you the pictures and I'll move on to another town. It's safer that way. Just six months."
"Oh my God," she said again. "I'll pay you money. I'll do that. But I couldn't do that."
"You will," he said.
She didn't like the slow smile that came over his face. She tugged her skirt down and got off the bed. She walked to the door and put her hand on the knob. At that moment she didn't believe him. She couldn't believe that he would ever part with those pictures.
"Don't go out the door," he warned. "Or you'll find your pictures going on sale in every bar in the country."