Chapter 9
"Monique, you're the best," Amanda Fenn breathlessly declared.
Tom Griffith's French wife buried her face in her drenched furrow and sucked. She drew the young woman's nectar, gulp after gulp. Running her hands over those sumptuous butt cheeks, she dragged her tightly to her mouth for a secure connection.
The pursuit of that skilled tongue scattered Amanda's thoughts. Monique relentlessly sent her into orbit. Hot and sweaty, she surrendered to her feverish curl. Her older lover's tip would not cease until she was in the throes of orgasm.
Oh, God, why were the French so extraordinarily skilled in the oral domain?
Monique drank loudly from Amanda. The slim brunette gasped as she throttled her to ecstasy. She separated her pink folds with her lips, then gleaned the honey. Grinding herself to that trembling mound, she smelled her womanly fragrance on that brown fur. Her plunging tongue broke the sticky webs of juicy excitement. Monique tongued her hard and fast, agitating her love button. She deliberately remained ignorant of Amanda's worn features.
"Mmmmm," she hummed into that soaked pussy. "Mmmmm."
Amanda shook violently on the sheets, gritting her teeth. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as she spasmed. Monique caressed her jerking figure, yet wouldn't release it. After several convulsing minutes, she lifted her face.
"God," Amanda murmured, sputtering. She carefully fondled her tits, pinching the nipples. "Mmmmm. I'm going to enjoy that for the next several hours."
Monique smiled. She delighted in giving the younger woman pleasure. Making her cum with her mouth was always fulfilling fun. "We're not through."
"Oh?"
The auburn-haired woman retrieved a strap-on dildo from beneath the blanket. She'd hidden it while Amanda wasn't paying attention. "I'm going to fuck you."
Amanda purred. Monique was the only person on the planet she would allow that luxury. Immediately, she rolled over and lifted her compact buns. Her sleek legs moved apart, baring her puffy cunt lips.
Monique attached the contraption to her body. The sight of the fake cock stirred her. She sometimes wished she had been blessed with such a thing. That notion, however, was sheer caprice. Although her immediate preference was women, the privileges attached to being the wife of a chairman would not have been extended to her, had that been the case.
Monique planted more kisses over her shoulders and neck. Each peck brought a squeal of anticipation from Amanda. She smoothed her palms over her satin planes. Her hands moved with intimate awareness.
Amanda stirred in her embrace. Monique's touch electrified her. Sighing, she was at the verge of swooning. Monique always pressed the right buttons. Absently, she gyrated her hips. Her buns brushed that rubber dick.
Monique's hands grew with urgency. One skimmed her breast, encompassing a rock-hard nipple while the other squeezed her snatch. Amanda oozed, her nectar dripping from her clamp. Her tweak brought exquisite reverberation.
Amanda yearned to turn around and pinch her nipples. Staring into her eyes while she was submerged was another thing she fancied.
Monique moved along her crack. She ground herself against Amanda's butt hole, then down to the moist edge of her cunt. Her thumb quickened her desire. Amanda's clit hardened beneath its vigorous rotation.
Amanda took Monique's take cock and led it to her pussy. The notion of stuffing it between her legs enormously aroused her. Although it had no pulse of life, it belonged to Monique. She guided the blunt end to her opening and pressed it into those divided, sticky lips. Monique's heart thudded in her chest. She pushed herself into that narrow, receptive hole. Amanda's throaty gasp aroused her. She could feel the air compressing from her diaphragm at her initial thrust. Amanda swiveled her hips, working more of her between those clinging flaps. Although she didn't experience the crushing excitement afforded to a man, she savored the penetration. The front of the dildo dug into her mound and pinched her clit. She moved her hips, gasping, and sent the device forward.
"My love," Monique whispered, smashing it into that snug pussy. Framing that luscious ass, she steadily dragged Amanda to her. Glancing down, she saw the dildo protrude. Amanda's snatch expanded to lodge her imposing member. She enveloped her shivering body with her arms. Pushing with her cunt, she slid more of it into Amanda until she was flush.
Amanda's lips rounded when Monique put the whole thing in. She drove that immense thing up her middle. During her impalement, she almost came. Her stimulation had been that significant. After Monique completely submerged the cock, she released her waist so that she could grope her. She scooped her tits together, then palmed her swollen nipples. Her knees shifted, dipping into the mattress, while she lowered her hand to her brown bush. Monique intimately fondled her.
Before Amanda had a chance to recover, Monique receded from her cunt. Halfway from her clasping lips, she crammed the dildo into that wet sanctuary. Hot squish and no protest met her energetic push. Again, the dildo drilled into her quivering mound. Monique also benefited from each cramming.
Amanda grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her tits. "Yeah," she sobbed as that dildo returned for more. "Fuck me." Willingly, she sank onto it. Although inflamed, she exhibited great self-discipline. She measured her strokes. Her pubes tickled her ass when sliding forward.
Monique's jaw dropped. She fucked that warm, spongy cunt. It took huge mouthfuls of the cock, gobbling everything she gave. Its moist enclosure, coupled with the pressure it imposed on her crotch, was extremely satisfying.
"Do you like that," she asked. Flesh slapped flesh. She watched herself go in, disappearing in that quivering hole. She pulled on her, greasing the dildo. Gritting her teeth, she expelled the air held in her lungs. Her hands tightened on her. Her pussy clutched, then released her device. She plunged to the stem, availing herself to the luscious strain. "Are you glad I'm fucking you?"
"Yes, baby. Oh, yes." Amanda pushed back, moaning as she speared her. Monique reached far into her snatch. The pleasure was instant and plentiful. She never tired of its deep probe. Her butt cheeks smacked into her groin. She gladly received that rubber monster. Monique pumped her harder. Amanda hungrily latched onto false extension, skidding back-and-forth, ignorant of any discomfort.
Amanda's pupils curved into her whites as she perpetuated the rush. She took that thing into her pussy with a prolonged moan. Monique entered her from the rear, tunneling into her snatch. Amanda hurled herself at her, hiding it in her soaked pussy. Her back and forth motion created a siphoning sensation. Her pussy puckered her oncoming cock.
"I love it, Monique," she admitted, charging into her. The friction they generated created squeaky sounds. That dildo scratched the itch deep in her cunt. "Give it to me, Monique. Oh, yes. Harder. Fuck me."
Monique fondled her succulent body. She squeezed her tits and rubbed the nipples. Pleasure radiated from each flick. Leisurely, she wandered to Amanda's brown nest. Amanda shivered as she inched toward her mound. She anticipated the jolt of those fingers.
While waiting for them, she filled her pussy. That rubber mass packed her. She swung into her, occupying all the room that pussy could spare.
Suddenly, her thumb found her clit. Once on her, it never stopped jiggling. She writhed against her, pouring sweat. Her button swelled beneath her revolving digit. Impulsively, she clutched her forearm.
"I want to make you cum," Monique whispered, sending it home. That delicious conflict between latex and her clit started a fever. Into that moist pulp, Monique drove. She switched to a more frantic pace. "I want you to get off on it."
The combination of her wiggling thumb and the suction her cock produced made orgasm inevitable. Amanda submitted to those overwhelming forces. She pitched and cried, unable to escape the pleasure. Her climax was strong and lasting. Monique's cupped hand brought her back for more of her burrowing member.
Wave after wave of pleasure struck her until her excitement couldn't be tamed. She bucked wildly in her arms, then finally disengaged from her. Monique came, too, the dildo massaging her clit. She finished, shuddering against
Amanda.
At the conclusion of their orgasm, the phone rang again.
"God damn it," Monique snarled, perturbed by the interruption. She was in no mood to argue with her husband a second time. Lifting the receiver, she emotionally equipped herself for battle. "Yes?"
"Your extension has expired, Monique. I want my money, now."
"Have you lost your mind? The banks are closed. I cannot transfer funds."
"This isn't anything new. We've done it for over a year. You knew of the time constraint. You've been punctual in the past."
Amanda, witnessing Monique's scorn, gingerly traced her hip. "Who is that?" she whispered.
Monique, gripping the phone, shrugged her off. "Haven't you taken enough?" she spat at her caller.
Sardonic laughter boomed over the line, then abruptly ended. "Not until I thoroughly bleed you of your wealth-not to mention, your dignity."
"How dare you threaten me. You've been on my husband's board, and paid handsomely, too."
"I don't dispute that, but it won't save you from shelling out the dough."
Monique lost her temper. "I refuse to be blackmailed any longer. You've forced me to comply, but those payments stop as of this instant."
"Blackmail?" Amanda fretted. "Oh, my God."
"Is that your female lover I hear in the background? I should have known you would rather be with her than attend the party."
"Leave her out of it!"
"Does she know I have enough explicit photographs featuring both of you that would nip her artistic career in the bud? I would do that, Monique. Yes. You've financed the gallery that's exhibited her work. Consider the public's reaction when it discovers the lurid thread between you. The headlines will be delicious: 'Wife of Telecommunications Chairman and gal pal in cozy love nest.' The media will drool over my package, once it falls into its hands. The tabloids will be merciless. Cable news networks, particularly those in competition with your husband's service, will gladly air my material, with the appropriate computer-distorted boxes to spare its viewers your most intimate body parts. The damage will be devastating."
Monique croaked, "You must not destroy her. I won't permit it."
"Don't try me, bitch." A dial tone replaced the snap of her blackmailer.
Amanda inconsolably sobbed. Hiding her face in her hands, tears poured through. "I'll be ruined."
That subjective conversation renewed Monique's strength. "No, you won't, love. I can promise you this. I will have the last word."
Monique went to her lingerie drawer and fetched a shiny revolver. Calmly, she stated, "In my home country, we deal with blackmailers in one of two ways: we either pay off that person, or commit murder."