Chapter 10
"That goddamn cocksucker!" flared Mary Beth. "We ought to get a dull knife and cut his balls off!" She was mad when Joanne told her what had gone on in the office.
"There's got to be a better way. Hell, this isn't the best job in the world, but I'm not going to prostitute myself for Worley. I'd sooner quit, though I'll be damned if I know what I'd do."
"You know," said Mary Beth, "maybe there's some way we can blackmail our dear employer. He's married, you remember. I bet it's his wife who put up the money for this little business and she probably wouldn't want monkey business to be a part of it."
"That's great. But how do we get to her?"
"We don't. We get something on Worley, then threaten him with it. Just what, well, let's work on it."
Joanne looked at the stack of letters in front of her. Fifty goddamn cents for every one she answered. It wasn't much but it was enough to live on. She'd hate to give it up. No longer was it just the money. She'd found an entire sexual world lurking out there waiting to be sampled as often as she desired it.
She wouldn't lightly give up the source of her sexual joys just because of Worley.
As she started writing a letter to a guy who got his kicks talking about her undies and all the things he enjoyed doing with them, Mary Beth said, "I seem to get all the hot ones. This one is just too great to keep to myself. Read it for yourself."
She passed it over to Joanne who read:
I'm sitting her photographing myself jacking off. I know you're a beautiful woman. I want you so much I can almost taste it. I am holding my cock and stroking faster and faster. The camera is running. This will be on 16mm film. I also use a videotape unit for instant replays. My cock is coming alive as I think about you, probably sitting there naked at the table, reading this letter. Your tits are lovely. The most perfect tits I've ever seen and they make my cock jump around like it's got a life of its own. I can feel the tide of my cum rising inside my prick. Just the thought of you smiling, fondling your own boobs, maybe masturbating while I watch, gets me off. My cum's spurting out onto the table. The camera's not missing a single instant of this.
Joanne looked at the wrinkled spot on the paper and decided it might be a drop of jism. She wondered what sort of guy could sit there photographing himself beating his meat. Wouldn't he prefer having a chick stroking up and down on his cock? Giving him a handjob while the camera rolled on?
She shivered as she realized the idea of being photographed while fucking was really kinky. Even more so was the idea of being able to see herself fucking via an instant replay.
That could be better than setting a mirror beside the bed and then balling. The angles could be all prearranged and just right to show his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, fucking the hell out of her.
She blushed furiously as she realized she was panting heavily, her tits rising and falling as her passions rose.
"Really groove on that trip, don't you, Joanne?" asked Mary Beth. "I sort of wanted him for myself, but I can see you would appreciate it a lot more than I would. Go on. Take him. But don't give that friggin' Worley one goddamn cent!"
How could she tell Mary Beth she didn't take money for what she did? Why bother. The girl I probably wouldn't believe her any more than Worley would. That seemed to be the pattern. A chick got a job here only to use it as a way of getting a list of customers built up for a prostitution gig.
"Yeah, I'll give this one a try. Imagine going around the world-and all on film!"
"Something else. But you've got to invite me to a private showing if anything really steamy gets filmed," demanded Mary Beth.
"Front row ticket, I promise," said Joanne. The rest of the day she was thinking about Worley and Mary Beth and about the letter writer who filmed himself jacking off.
Soon, all Joanne could think of was the single name, "Chris". That was how he signed his letter. Just "Chris". She'd go find this Chris and see if he was for real.
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The address on the envelope took her into the downtown business section. She found the proper building and quickly ran down the list of firms using the place as offices.
She almost choked when she came to the name, Richards' Photos.
Joanne didn't believe it. On shaky legs, she went to the elevator and punched the button for the seventh floor. The doors slipped open on silent rollers and she went down the hall and stopped in front of the frosted glass door.
She opened the door and walked in. Sitting behind the solitary desk was a man, just a couple years older than she, looking at some proofs.
"Hello, Chris."
"Joanne! Hey, Sis, it's great to see you. What brings you to my brand new office? Like it? Just opened it up a couple weeks ago."
"Yeah, nice, Chris. Real nice. Did the folks spring for the money to get all this set up?" Joanne looked around the small office. It wasn't much hut certainly beyond her brother's financial means.
"Sort of a loan. But, hey, I haven't seen you since you ran off with that creep Frank. He finally run out on you?"
"Last month. Maybe it was last year. I can't keep track of time."
Chris looked at her strangely and finally said, "How'd you know where I was? The way Mom and Dad talk about you, they wouldn't give you the time of day."
She silently pulled the letter from her purse and showed it to him. There was a tiny thrill flashing through her body as she saw his face turn absolutely white. This was the last thing in the world he'd expected to see.
"You work for that outfit?" he asked, his voice choked.
"Yeah. And I occasionally go out for a few kicks. Since Frank left me in a bind, 1 take what I can get."
"Christ, Sis, I didn't know you were that bad off. I could have .. ."
"You could have nothing. You were always Mom and Dad's favorite. Sure, you could give me a few bucks to keep the landlady off my case but that's all."
She rumpled the paper up and continued, "I came by to see what kind of guy photographed himself jerking off. I guess I found out. One who comes from a home exactly like mine!"
"You'll never know the strain I'm under, Sis. The folks, well, they're so uptight over sex it's gotten to me. I did hope you'd make out okay with Frank. It gave me courage of a sort. But I still get all tongue-tied around chicks. It takes a long time to break the habits your parents have instilled in you. It's terrible but deep down inside I still think sex is something dirty."
"And that's why you film yourself?"
"Sure. Sort of punishment maybe. Or just to give myself a kick. I don't know."
Joanne circled around the desk and put her arms around her brother's head and pulled his face to her body. She crooned, "Oh, you poor baby! I never realized you were so tangled up inside."
She felt wet spots appearing on her blouse. He was crying. She soothed him by gently rocking back and forth.
Before she knew what was happening, she was kissing him. And it wasn't any sisterly kiss, either. This one told the full story of what they'd both been through. All the passions pent up in her flooded out and into that single kiss.
Her brother responded fully. He seemed to be - lling her he understood, he cared.
She wasn't quite sure how she got undressed.
e should have been a little embarrassed about it.
Here she was, hot and ready to fuck her own brother-and on his desk virtually in public!
It was almost too heavy a trip for her to take. Incest scared her. It was just a word, she knew that. But it carried a lot of emotional impact.
The fears were slowly erased by her brother's lips moving over hers, going along the line of her jaw, finding her ear. When his hot breath seared the already aroused flesh and he began to nibble, she moaned out, 'T want you, Chris! I want you more than any man ever! Fuck me! Right here on the desk! Fuck the hell out of me!"
Her legs drifted open so there would not be any hint of confusion about want she really wanted him to do. She shuddered as his hand closed over her cunt.
His tongue was driving back and forth in her ear, a mock fucking, a promise of things to come. And his hand was massaging the skin all around her cunt. He pressed down firmly on her pussy mound. The skin tightened and stretched around her clit.
Lightning bolts of desire blasted into her body. She shivered again, hot and cold rushing over her consciousness.
"Your cock, ummm, oh, yessss! I want it in me!"
"In you?" he asked stupidly, as if realizing for the first time what was really happening. "I... I can't! Christ, you're my sister! That'd be-----"
"Incest!" she shouted. "Yes and I don't care. I want your cock running hard into my cunt! Feel! I'm wet! I need you, dearest! Please! I've never begged you for anything before. Give me that goddamn cock of yours!"
He cut off the torrent of words with his mouth. In the same motion, he moved around the desk so that he was positioned between the girl's legs. His sister's strong, gleamingly white legs circled around his waist and pulled him in to her pussy.
His cock was already out and hungry for pussy. It found a warm berth in her cunt. There wasn't any fancy foreplay. They both knew what they wanted and how to get it.
She gasped as his prick shot all the way up into her cunt. His cock bucked strongly inside her. The thick-veined prick made her feel fulfilled, a complete woman. That it was her very own brother fucking her just added to the thrill.
"Like it? All the way up you?"
"Don't be silly," she laughed. "It's marvelous! It... It's simply super! Now fuck me!"
"Don't rush a good thing. I'm a bit shaky on this incest thing. God, you'll never know how much I've lusted after you. Just watching you walk gave me a hard-on. I'm not passing up this chance. Not for a million bucks."
"What do you mean?"
"I just turned on the videotape unit."
"That's great 'cause you've already turned me i"
"Then we can really get to fucking!"
"Ungh, oh, shit, yes! That's the way!" she moaned. The feel of his prick stirring around inside her guts made her a weak, rubbery mass of flesh feverishly shivering on the desk.
She tightened her grip around his waist and pulled him even deeper up her twat. The blunt head of his cock lightly touched her hidden cervix. The slight rubbing so far up her belly made her muscles knot with anticipation of even more to come.
When he began pulling out, she tried to stop him. It wasn't fair! She wanted to keep him inside her cunt forever!
Tensing her stomach muscles caused her pussy walls to grip firmly on his cock. He moaned but managed to continue his slow retreat from her cunt. When he left only the head of his cock inside her well-greased pussy lips, he said, "There. Now back!"
"AIEEEE!"
The sudden surge of his cock back into her tight pussy was too much for her to handle. She tried to grip as firmly as she could on his prick and this set her off coming.
He gasped as he drove hard into her tight fuck hole. He felt as if he'd been flattened by a collapsing mine shaft. Her cunt walls rippled and convulsed along the entire length of his prick. The erotic massage his cock was receiving set his heart to pounding faster and faster.
Not able to restrain himself and longer, he pulled out and then crammed his hips forward as fast as he could. Like a piston, he worked his cock to and from in her cunt.
His sister's cunt! He couldn't forget that. And this was all on film. He had to fuck her right. Everything had to be perfect. Sound was okay. The wet slurshing noises as he fucked her juicy pussy told him that.
The sounds of their mutual passion were being picked up by a hidden mike. Every single motion was finding its way to film. When her legs pulled him in to her cunt, that was recorded.
The sight of his cock vanishing up her cunt was captured, too. There would be a great shot of her pussy lips spreading around his prick, with a shiny cunt-juice-greased pole vanishing entirely into her cunt.
He heard the sound of his blood thudding hard in his temples. It was relayed all the way to his crotch. His groin was aflame with lust. His cock was berserk with desire now. It jerked and danced and bucked hard inside her hot, clinging pussy. Her cunt was the tightest, hottest ever!
He fought back the rising tide of his cum. Not yet. He had to give his sister the fucking she'd deserved!
"Y-you're so big, darling! I... I never realized!"
"It's you who's small. Damn me, but you're the tightest cunt'd bitch I ever fucked!"
"Go, go on! I want to feel the friction all the way up and down my cunt. Now, now, NOW!"
She was filled to overflowing with his cock. Her entire belly was alive with the joy of sex. But there had to be more. This was a kinky trip for her. Looking up she could just barely see the lens of the camera recording all this incestuous screwing.
The entire world seemed to pile onto her then. A massive cock was battering away at her cunt, pushing her desires to the breaking point. It was incest. A word. Nothing more, But the emotional message it carried gave her a thrill unlike any she'd ever felt before.
This was her brother fucking her!
She leaned back and tried to relax, to enjoy the long, hard strokes driving into her cunt. She could feel every portion of his buried cock. Her cunt
. walls were softly folded around a huge cock, one with a knobby head that throbbed with virility.
She couldn't relax. Her body tensed for another cum. She reached out and gripped her brother by the arms and pulled her body up a little.
"Fuck me good, damn, but I... oh, oooo- hhhhh!"
This time, as her cunt squeezed powerfully on his cock, he didn't keep fucking her. He came. His cock blew out spurt after white-hot spurt of his jism.
He creamed her fuck hole good before they both collapsed onto the desk top.
Finally relenting, she released her death grip around his waist. They lay side by side, hands roving over the other's body, exploring, probing, seeking the familiar and the unknown.
"You're a damned fine stud, Chris. I never knew my big brother sported such a fine prick."
"And I never knew my little sister could screw like a rabbit, either. I don't know-or care-who taught you, but he did a great job."
"Chris?"
"Yeah?"
"This is all on videotape, right?"
"Sure is. Want to see an instant replay of everything?"
"Everything? The whole works?"
"Everything. Come on in to the viewing room and I'll run it back."
Joanne gathered her clothes up and obediently followed her brother. This promised to be as much fun as the fucking.
She was wrong. It was more fun.