Blackmail_(0)

Julie was lying there as usual, looking at the ceiling and wondering when it was last painted. It was looking pretty damn grey instead of the pristine white it should look. Her husband Jim, bless him, was grunting, thrusting, sweating on top of her. It wasn’t his fault, really. He had a small penis, that’s all there was to it. Her husband’s cock was only three and a half inches long and was very thin into the bargain. Julie had been married for five years, five orgasm free years, and was so sexually frustrated she felt like jumping on the first good-looking guy that came to the house. She had fantasised before about the milkman or the postman, hell, even the paperboy, fucking her with their huge cocks (they always had huge cocks in her fantasy). Her husband tried, he really did, to satisfy her. He would lick her pussy and clit for ages, fingering her at the same time, before mounting her with his pencil dick. That’s when she switched off. She just couldn’t feel his cock.
Her first boyfriend, Andy, had been a different proposition. She started daydreaming in remembrance of his long, thick cock. When he put it in her she felt filled to capacity. Experts were saying all the time, ‘It’s not the size of the penis, but what a man can do with it.’ The person who first said that had a small cock or was married to one. In Julie’s mind the adage ‘a good big one will always beat a good little one’ was very apt. Andy’s cock was six and a half inches long and was so thick she couldn’t get her hand round it. When it was inside her it made her squirm and come, and the feeling of being stretched and filled with cock was indescribable. He was able to make her orgasm time and time again. She had fainted on one occasion; the pleasure had been so intense.
Her husband speeding up and grunting louder awoke her from her reverie, and she started her ‘porn star’ act of thrusting her hips, moaning loudly and shouting she was about to come. Why did she fake it like this? The reason was simple; she loved him, and wanted to make him feel good. He was a hard worker, and a reasonable provider, but even with the two of them working, they didn’t have a lavish lifestyle. They always seemed to be short of money. He wouldn’t talk about it, which made it worse.
She decided that she would wait till he had left for work and then get one of her toys out and dildo herself to orgasm, maybe even with a butt plug in her ass. That was another of Jim’s ‘no-nos’.
‘Your bum hole is one way traffic’, he would say, or ‘it’s disgusting, so don’t go there’.
Julie liked double penetration, but as usual that was another sex act she would just have to fantasise about. After Jim had shot his load into her, she got up as usual and went to the bidet to douche her pussy, and maybe have a quick play with her lips and clit. The problem was he had taken that long to come, she would not have time before she left for work to ‘see to herself’.
She put on a bra and a matching thong set, looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Julie was twenty-four years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighed 116 pounds. She had shoulder length blonde hair and was considered very attractive (at least she thought so). Her tits were high and firm with large nipples that she loved to have roughly pulled and sucked. Her thighs and ass were firm and tight due to all the running she did in her spare time. She swivelled so she could look at her reflection in the mirror. She had a body built for sex, and loved sex; just not with her husband. She pulled on a sweater and a pair of trousers, slid on a pair of shoes and, grabbing her purse, left for work.
She worked down-town in a Department store which sold mostly everything you could want to buy. The one cloud on her horizon at work was her boss. His name was Jack, but she called him ‘Jabba’ after the Star Wars character. He was indeed very fat and loathsome. As well as paying scant regard to his personal hygiene, he was forever undressing her with his eyes, which made her feel very, very uncomfortable. His latest ‘trick’ was a fine line in sexual harassment. He had taken to making personal remarks about her appearance and what she was wearing in a sexual way. Julie avoided him like the plague.
She rushed into work that morning as she had borrowed £150 pounds from the till to pay her electric bill, which had been rather large that month. She now had the money to put back and she wanted to return it before it was noticed.