Felicity's Folly - A Cautionary Tale free porn video

(Jake Malden aka Jaymal retired from writing erotic fiction last year. Two of his stories, however, remained unposted on any site. In the interest of giving these tales a readership, they will be posted here on Lush. Jake's page will remain active until the end of February 2017, so if you read these stories and enjoy them, do pass on your appreciation in the comments section.)

The notion occurred to Felicity while she was in the shower. Her palms had been circling slowly on her pert breasts before meandering down to that crunch-tightened stomach and eventually making their way to her super-hard ass. Soap bubbles aided the slick exploration. The whole of her ablutions were a well-deserved worship-fest of her own body – every inch of her taut surface, every subtly sculpted curve. And the thought came in the middle of it all – why should Judith Lloyd be dating Cole McLaven, when Felicity had worked herself to such hot perfection?

Had those hours on the treadmill and the cross-trainer been for nothing? Had she been wasting her time sweating through additional reps on the exercise machines? Go on – five more, gimme five more. Work those abs.  Her personal trainer’s voice sounded in her ears, growling and insistent, and capable of tightening her lower belly in more ways than one. (Shame Garth had that blue-collar coarseness or she might have considered dating him instead.) Anyway, what was the point in pushing herself on his coarse instruction if it didn’t pay out? She was sure the Lloyd girl didn’t do much beyond dancing about a badminton court, daintily swinging her racket. Felicity meanwhile worked herself to the physical peak of a goddess, ironing out all the strain with yoga sessions so she could bend herself into positions that would make Cole’s head spin.

If he’d only given her a chance to show him …

What’s the guy’s problem? she wondered, the tip of her middle finger sliding down over her lower belly to linger on her burgeoning clitoris. Surely he’d been stirred at all by the burning glances she afforded him in the school corridor and the manoeuvres she let her tongue carry out on her upper lip the time they were made study partners in class …

Maybe he was secretly gay and Judith was his cover; he was supposed to be a fine upstanding son of the Manse, but maybe he didn’t want his preacher father to know that he only got fine and upstanding for other guys. That theory didn’t cut it though. She’d seen him hand-in-hand with his girl in a local coffee shop and he did seem sickeningly sweet on her – all deep glances and letting his fingers traipse up and down her arm as they talked so meaningfully. And that day Felicity had leaned over the desk to check his work, her sweater showing off a tasteful amount of cleavage – she was sure he’d needed to adjust his pants to compensate for the swelling in his crotch just after.

Cole was innocent, that was all, she considered, as the tip of her finger rotated on her fully flowering bud. He needed to have that thick wheaten hair combed by slim fingers, to have the clothes peeled from his lean body by a girl who’d know what to do once they were stripped off of him. Screw meaningful conversation, this boy needed his thickening cock in the right girl’s mouth – a mouth with the correct kind of experience. Not a slutty mouth by any means, but one which knew how to savour whoever it took inside, providing them a properly delicious sucking. Drawing out every pent-up drop in a tidal wave of release. Mmmmm. A well-bred girl had to be choosy in her lovers, but if she selected well she could have a well-honed technique and no one would know it, except for those few lucky and discrete individuals.

Cole, she considered as the motion of her finger quickened, would be a perfect summertime treat for a girl before she headed off for college. He was well-spoken, intelligent and from a reasonably well-connected family, for all that his daddy was a lowly reverend. Of course maybe the ‘Son of a Preacher Man’ song held true. She doubted it though. The guy came across as way too earnest. No, it would fall to Felicity to prize him away from virtue and his lame girlfriend to show him the touch of a real woman. If she got another opportunity now that school was out for good, dammit. Her fingertip withdrew, the sense of irritation as good as a cold shower.

The boy had accepted her Facebook request, it was true, but the hints she’d tossed him regarding her availability had been irritatingly deflected. Yeah she should let the whole thing go, but Felicity Fawkes didn’t relinquish her goals so easily. Especially when the goal in question looked so damn good in a polo shirt.

Then as she stood before the bathroom mirror, towelling her frustrated body down, her thoughts crystallised into a plan. It was a bold plan for sure,  and one that could be considered downright tacky for a girl of her status, but extreme measures were required to shake a boy like Cole out of his cosy wholesome world. What – did the guy want to leave for college with no experience beyond a skinny simpering book-nerd? He might be Mr Nice-guy, but he was still a young man with all the needs that went with it – and Felicity could take him down.

She tucked the towel under her arms and went to her room to check if he was online. ‘College pre-course reading, sigh*’, his Facebook status said. Pre-course reading … Who did that? Still, according to her own status, Judith was babysitting a neighbor’s kid, which meant that the two of them were apart for the night. This iron was hot. Felicity lolled on her bed, fingers straying over the keys of her laptop. How best to go about this? C’mon – are you a modern woman or not? Sometimes a girl’s gotta get proactive.

Her heart was speeding as she prepped herself. She dried her hair and brushed it vigorously to accentuate its golden tresses. Every inch of her skin got the moisturising treatment and as she caressed her own flesh, it made her wet to think how perfect she was making herself for the unwitting Cole. She applied a few touches of make-up with preening care and even dabbed a touch of Miss Dior behind her ears. True, he wouldn’t catch the scent, but it made her feel uber-sexy to think that he would before the night was out. And if he didn’t take this bait, he truly was some limp-dick who didn’t deserve her attention in the first place.

The pose and the background had to be just right. She tilted the mirror slightly so that the vast expanse of her bedspread would be seen in the shot. Not that any bedding would be done here, she hoped. Cole would surely find the man within the boy and supply them with a place where her parents weren’t likely to interrupt. The sound of her father’s voice on his phone filtered up from down below and she shuddered at the thought of what she was about to do in proximity to Mom and Dad. Well they don’t make a habit of walking in on me, so let’s do this thing.

Felicity rested one buttock and thigh along the edge of the dresser for the picture, so that her carefully waxed pubic mound was hinted at without making a full appearance. She considered covering her breasts as well, but those high, proud natural tits were two of her best assets (among so many); she wanted Cole to be left in no doubt of what he’d be getting. She placed a hand on her hip and thrust out her chest with brazen pride, a pout of pure challenge on her lips. Are you man enough to get with this, Cole McLaven?

Inwardly delighted with the effect, she raised her iPhone, caught the image and clicked. Encouraged by her own daring she struck another pose, this one somewhat more demure, but with her breasts no less exposed. Click again. She experimented a few times more, pinning up her hair with one hand or standing full-frontal with one leg slightly crooked as a sop to modesty. Five or six shots in all, the only occasion in her life that she’d been nude on camera. How wonderfully transgressive. A whole new side to …

“Felicity! Will you be wanting any supper?”

Her mother’s voice from the bottom of the staircase jolted her out of her reverie. “Eh – yeah Mommy, sure. I’ll be down in five.”

Her heart was thudding as if she’d been caught out in her moment of madness. She stared at her cell-phone with its cache of forbidden images and considered erasing them all. Then Cole’s ingenuous face flashed back into view along with the thought of fucking him behind his silly girlfriend’s back and Felicity’s resolve returned. The guy was one of the few solid gold types she knew, even if she wanted to tarnish him a little. Hell, that was the attraction. Any image she sent would be safe she had no doubt – a naughty secret between the two of them. Imagine his face when her image popped up before him on the screen of his cell. Imagine what else would instantly rise …

Her text message was right to the point: THIS IS HOW I SCRUB UP, COLE. ADMIT IT – YOU WISH SHE WAS HOT LIKE ME … DON’CHA? TRUSTING YOUR DISCRETION, BABY. CALL ME Okay, no point in prevaricating. Flipping through the saved images she selected the first and, she was sure, the most tempting, and attached it to the text.

There’d been no straight boy in her high school year that could have resisted such an overt come-on; most of them still dreamed of it, of that she had no doubt. Well Cole McLaven was a guy who deserved her on a plate and she was all ready to offer herself up to him. Heart still racing and a sly smile crinkling her mouth, she clicked and sent her invitation on its way.

She was troubled by the faintest ghost of a concern as her message winged its way off into cyber-space …

*

Evan took his final shot. “Can’t talk you into Tommy’s place for beers? His mom’s gone all week.”

Cole was having none of it. He glanced up at Evan from his on-screen reading and grinned. “I know how that shit’s gonna turn out. It won’t be pretty by morning. Sorry, buddy, I promised myself I’d get through this article tonight. I’m gonna cram like it’s for a test and then Judith’s coming over after babysitting to go through it with me.”

“Oh yeah? Bet you’ll get down to some cramming with her.”

Cole displayed the hint of a smile, but said nothing.

“C’mon, man – you’re not following your preacher dad’s line, are you? Tell me you’re at least getting round the bases, ‘cos if you’re not, I’m damn well draggin’ you to that party.”

“You’re not dragging me anywhere. Judith’s a cool girl. Me and her …” Whatever Cole might have been tempted to reveal on the subject, he retained it. “We’re good,” he said, simply.

Evan read into his friend’s discretionary silence, imagining some hot times there. “What about Felicity Fox?” he inquired, his appetite for mischief not quite satisfied. “She still hitting on you?”

“Yeah, it’s weird.” Cole scarcely glanced up from his reading this time. “We were lab partners, study partners, the whole deal, all of this year – and she pretty much didn’t have any time for me. Now that I’m dating Judith, she’s interested. What’s with that?”

“Screw her motives, dude, she’s fuckin’ hot. You gotta be tempted to tap it now it’s there.”

Cole’s look to his friend was earnest. “Don’t go there, buddy. I’m not gonna risk what I’ve got with Judith. We get each other, y’know, we can really talk. She’s not just tits and ass.”

“You noticed Felicity’s tits and ass then,” Evan said, reassured regarding Cole’s red-blooded credentials. “Hell, I don’t see what your problem is. You and Judith are going to different colleges – you’ll be hundreds of miles from each other. Why pass over an opportunity like fine Felicity Fox, the triple-F-girl?”

“Dude …” Cole appealed to Evan with his stare. “I may not be my dad, but I still got – you know, principles. Whatever Judith and I decide when we leave for college, I want to know I did right by her. That shit means something to me. You think Felicity’s so hot, you date her.”

Been there, done that. His hopes of getting inside Felicity’s no-doubt designer panties on New Year’s Eve had been cruelly trampled before the ball had dropped. Discovering that your function was to provide jealousy bait for another guy was a bitter pill. Evan had swigged on a beer at midnight with all the nonchalance he could assume, trying to ignore his date’s lip-lock with the football team’s quarterback. The memory still burned. He was still absorbed by it, when Cole departed for the kitchen.

“Gonna grab a sandwich. Want one?”

“Huh? Yeah, sure.”

Had the toying Fox not been so prominent in Evan’s mind, he might have ignored the SMS which flashed onto Cole’s cell phone, where it lay on the work desk. FELICITY. So despite his protestations of devotion to Judith, Cole had the girl’s details ready-saved. Maybe it was from his days as her study partner, but it still must be one hot temptation for the guy. Evan glanced at the bedroom door. His buddy was making noise in the kitchen downstairs – there was time, and the lure of the moment was irresistible. The phone was in his hand and he was opening the text, before he had time to consider the consequences.

THIS IS HOW I SCRUB UP, COLE…

He read the entire text, heart-rate increasing as he realised there was a potentially exciting attachment. How much ‘discretion’ was the girl hoping for from the guy she was pursuing? He clicked on the attachment and the answer to his question sprang into vivid life. Holy shit. Felicity Fox’s gym-buff body was on generous display, tits thrust out proudly for benefit of her camera’s lens. Damn, that rack was as superb as he’d imagined on New Year’s Eve – but only now was he getting a proper viewing. Shame it wasn’t a live one, but …

Evan’s glance darted to the door once again. Opportunities like this (whatever kind of opportunity this was) came rarely, if ever, to a guy. He worked fast, forwarding the message and its accompanying picture to his own cell number and waiting for the vibration in his pocket that announced its arrival. Then he deleted Felicity’s communication from Cole’s device. The guy was endeavouring to be faithful to his girl, honourable behaviour indeed. If Evan could help him out, while helping himself, then that was all to the good, right? With a satisfied smile he checked his own phone and basked properly this time in the enjoyment of a butt-nude Felicity Fox.

Cole returned with plates and provisions, happily unaware that a taunting naked selfie had briefly taken up space on his cell. They split the sandwich and Evan chewed thoughtfully.

“You gone quiet, bud? What’s going on with you?” Cole inquired.

Possibilities flickered through Evan’s imagination, each one more wicked than the last. Conscience attempted to intervene once or twice – I couldn’t do that, could I? – but lust and the desire for payback teamed up to kick its ass. “Life’s good, friend,” he said, disguising his mounting excitement with a calm smile. “And it’s about to get way better.”

“How come? You got some hot date lined up you haven’t told me about?”

“Not yet, it’s still in the planning stages. Soon though.”

He didn’t want to rush into this. The planning would need to be careful …

*

Oh God, is that finally him?

Felicity’s thought had been the same for forty-eight hours, every time her cell phone rang. What the hell was wrong with Cole McLaven? Had her photograph done nothing for him? Maybe he was simply too embarrassed to call her, in which case he was too much damn work. Or maybe he was a closet queer after all with Judith as his decoy. Or maybe he was simply biding his time, going through a token tussle with his conscience before succumbing to sweet temptation. She hoped to hell it was the last of those.

A shock went to her heart as her cell rang with The Pussycat Dolls once again – but once again hope was dashed. This was no caller she recognised.

“Hello?”

“Heyyy, Felicity.” The male voice was cocky, pleased-with-itself. Immediately it aroused distrust within her.

“Who is this?”

“After two years in math class and a New Year’s date? I’m kinda hurt.”

“Evan?”

Evan Prentiss was his full name – he’d hit on her around Christmas of last year. Not a bad-looking guy if you were into that scuzzy skateboarder mode, which Felicity most certainly wasn’t. She’d let him tag along with her, when she went to that party at Greg Sampson’s; she supposed he might have viewed it as a date. But what had prompted him to call her after all this time? And …

“Where’d you get my number?” She’d never given it to him – of that she was sure.

“I’ve got a buddy who’s careless with his phone,” Evan said, his voice thick with smirking good-humour. “Real careless. How’ve you been?”

She ignored the question. “You checked out my number in someone else’s …” Distrust turned to suspicion, and suspicion set her blood pumping faster. “What is this?”

“I like a girl who cuts to the chase. Your number’s not all I found on that phone, Felicity. Check your text messages. Then you might want to call me back.”

The line clicked silent, as cold sensation prickled all Felicity’s pores. No. No way … She tapped her SMS folder into view on the screen on her phone and paused before bringing up the newest message. There was no actual text, just a photo attachment. It flashed into startling view – Felicity shower-fresh and moisturised, hair pinned up with her hand and her nipples erect for Cole’s viewing delight. Only he wasn’t the only one who had viewed it.

God, that idiot! What was he doing, letting Evan see the selfie? She’d trusted the bastard …

She located Evan’s number in her cell and called him right back, steaming with fear-tinged fury. “Evan? How did you get that? Who else has seen it?”

“Relax,” he told her in that infuriatingly casual tone. “No one, not even its intended recipient. And he won’t see it either – I intercepted it before he could cast an eye over that beautiful image.”

“You inter … That’s not your fucking photo!”

“It is now – mine alone. For now, that is.”

Panic was rising now, in an inexorable tide. “Evan, you’ve got to delete it.”

“Now why would I do that?”

“Evan, please …” It riled her to use the word to this guy, but what other option did she have under the circumstances?

His response was a jovial chuckle that boded no giving way. Nonetheless she persisted.

“Evan, I thought we were friends.”

“You did, did you? Well not the kind of friends you clearly want to be with Cole. He’s in a relationship, Felicity, and he’s intending to be faithful. You shouldn’t go messing with that.”

Her anger flared again. “Don’t get all high and mighty with me, you sleazy bastard. That photo was private. It’s mine.”

“It’ll be a whole lot of people’s, if you’re not real careful.”

She gasped in her outrage, but found she had nothing remotely effective to say in voicing it. Instead she found herself appealing once more to his better angels, while doubting if they existed. “Evan, don’t do this. I’m begging you.”

“That I’d like to see. In fact I intend to, close up. I’m at 128 Acacia Lane, and I’m alone all night. Get here now, as soon as I end this call.”

“What the fuck for?”

“Negotiations.”

“Neg…”

“You heard me. And get here fast. I already know the first person I’ll send that picture to, if you don’t play ball.”

“But I don’t have a car. My parents …”

“Then call a cab. See you soon, Felicity.”

He clicked off, leaving her stunned.

Felicity floundered around mentally, grasping for a solution. Evan had been burning to get inside her pretty panties at New Year; she had teased him to distraction, before abandoning him and his boner to ring out the old in someone else’s company. There’d be no reasoning with him now that he had this kind of leverage. She couldn’t tell her family and there were no friends she could genuinely trust with the knowledge of what she’d done. Precious seconds were slipping away. She had no idea how long Evan would wait before he started sending out her photograph. Fuck! What kind of person could deal with Prentiss anyway, even if she could trust them? She’d need someone who …

In her moment of desperation a name occurred. It was a wild hope, but right now that was the best she had. The number was saved in her cell, albeit not for an eventuality such as this. Heart beating apace, she called the number. She groaned when it went to voicemail, but left a message anyway … an urgent one.

“Hi, it’s Felicity. This is going to sound crazy, but I need your help and there’s no one else I can turn to. I’ve done something really stupid – I sent out a photo, the kind of photo you should never send, you know what I mean? I know – it was dumb. And now the wrong person’s got hold of it and he’s – he’s using it against me. He wants me to – well I don’t know what he wants, but he says he’s going to start spreading the photo if I don’t do what he says, and I can only guess what that is. He’s waiting for me at 128, Acacia Lane. I’ve got to go there now and I need help. Urgently. Please. It’s – it’s just gone eight. If you get this, well – I know you can sort this out. Call me.”

She ended the call and stared at her phone a moment, willing it to ring an instant response. Then she realised the stupidity of banking on her long-shot. Evan was waiting, and if his voice had been anything by which to judge, that lust of his was tyrannous. It was time to go and dance to his tune. Maybe literally.

With hope waning, she sought out the number of a local taxi firm …

*

Evan Prentiss was not without conscience, but he fought the instinct to do the right thing at every turn. He worked particularly hard that evening at beating down any moral pangs, the kind that might compromise his enjoyment once Felicity arrived. This girl had led him on December 31st, leaving him to jack in the New Year on his own. She owed him a piece of her fine ass and he was damn well going to claim it.

Eight thirty – it wouldn’t take long from her place to his, even if she had to wait for a cab. He’d give her five more minutes, then send out the first pic and call to let her know. Payback would be a sweet thing. Hell, maybe he’d have his fun with her and send out the pics anyway. No … that would be overkill. He wasn’t unreasonable, he simply wanted his due. And this girl had given him an opportunity too sweet to turn down. He fortified himself with a swig of brandy from his parents’ drinks cabinet and counted down the minutes. Better get that ass here, Foxy …

The knock on the door, when it happened, sent adrenalin coursing through him. It’s time. Time to man up and do this thing.

When he opened the door to her, she looked angry as an impending thunderstorm and utterly gorgeous. Her blond hair was lying all about her shoulders in a loose shaggy mane and her haughty features were made up to their usual standard of primness. But those blue eyes blazed sheer fury and he loved it. She was dressed in designer jeans with a jacket thrown over her halter top. He guessed no additional preparation had been made for their evening on top of her usual regime.

“Felicity, come in.” He adopted his most winning grin in response to her scowl. “It’s really good to see you.”

“Cut the bullshit,” she said, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her as swiftly as she could. “This stops now. I made a call. There’s someone on the way who’ll break all your bones if you try to carry on with this.”

Evan stared into her eyes and read nothing but uncertainty. He held her gaze until it faltered. “Nice try,” he said. “If you believed it, I might. You got no big brothers that I recall, have you? Who’s your shining knight?”

She went to answer, but he held up his cell-phone. “You can cut the bullshit. Another word of it and I make someone’s evening.”

“I’m not lying, I …” He clicked the cell and held the face-plate towards her, so that she could watch the message being sent. She let out a cry of fear and made a grab for the phone, while he whisked it out of her reach. “Relax,” he said, laughing. “I sent it to myself. Look …” He opened up new message in his inbox and flashed the attached image of nude Felicity in her face. “And it’s saved on my laptop too, in case you’re thinking of pulling any more moves like that.”

“God, you bastard!” She was incensed at being fucked with like this, and he hadn’t even begun. Now that it was happening, there was great delight to be taken from the situation.

“Come into the living-room,” he said. “I’ll fix us both a drink.”

“I don’t want a drink,” she said, anger still fuming as she followed him inside.

“Oh I think you could use one,” he told her, picking up the brandy and pouring shots into the tumblers he had waiting on his parents’ mahogany coffee table. “Go on, knock it back.” He tossed the contents of one tumbler down his throat like he did it all the time and reluctantly she followed suit, grimacing at the taste, but gulping it down anyway. “See?” he told her. “I knew you could swallow if you put your mind to it.”

“Look, Evan,” she said, planting the glass sharply back on the table, “whatever you’ve got in mind, just get the hell on with it. I’ve got an evening planned.”

You had to admire the girl’s spirit. Evan, however, was having none of her sass. “I’ve got your evening planned, and don’t you forget it. But y’know, I like a girl who cuts to the chase.” He reached with his index finger and hooked the items that he’d laid on one of his mother’s ornate dining-chairs, holding them out to Felicity. “I want you to put on these.”

Her expression of appalled dignity was particularly satisfying. “You want me to do what?”

“I want you to strip butt-naked and model these for me.” Some interior part of him was astonished at his own daring. “I saw them today in a store and thought, Shit, I’d love to see Felicity Fox in these. And then I thought, Hell, I’m going to!” The grin he wore was broad, as he dangled the paltry garments before her.

The disdain on her gorgeous features as she took them was priceless. She pinched them between finger and thumb like she was holding something unpleasant that might bite her. Then her gaze reverted to him. “Well,” she said, glowering with impressive malevolence, “are you going to turn around? There’s hardly much point in my putting this on if you look.”

“Fair point,” he said, swinging about, but making sure he could eye her in the living-room’s gold-framed mirror. “I promise I won’t peek. I’ll just think of you in that photograph instead.”

He spied surreptitiously as she undressed, her clothing rustling piece by piece to the carpet. She shed the jacket first, then slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them from her long, smooth legs. The halter top followed the other pieces, Felicity laying it with painstaking care on the floor. Now she was in her delicate white lingerie and Evan resisted the temptation to stare openly. There was something to be said for delaying the moment of full, live revelation, despite the photo over which he had already slavered. She lingered for a moment in her lacy bits and pieces, putting off the awful moment. Then brassiere tumbled free of her body to the carpet to expose her lovely tits, and with modesty worthy of Venus she peeled her panties from her hips and stepped free of them.

Felicity Fox was bare-ass nude in his parents’ living-room. How fucking epic was this? His palm sliding down to embrace his bulging crotch, he glimpsed the action as she wriggled her bared form into the tiny pieces of fabric he’d given her. God, she would wear that costume well. And the things she’d do while wearing it …

“You ready yet?” he inquired, like he didn’t know.

“Yes, I’m ready.” She seethed the words and it made him smile as he turned around to take in the full spectacle. The Fox stood before him, stewing in resentment, the tacky sliver micro-bikini he had bought for her only serving to accentuate her exposure. Her breasts were over-flowing from the tiny top juicily and the crotch fabric barely covered her carefully-waxed pussy. All but her most intimate regions were on display, a banquet of taut, gym-worked flesh. Now this was the date they should have had at New Year.

“Turn around,” he said. “I want a rear view.”

She complied with all the begrudging contempt she could muster. The material of the bikini bottoms vanished into the crack of her ass, never to make a return appearance. “Damn,” he said, gaze lingering on her crunch-hardened buns, “that’s one well-worked ass. I’m gonna enjoy spanking that.”

Felicity turned back around, her ‘loser’ scowl even fiercer than before. But there was only one loser in the room that day and it sure as hell wasn’t Evan Prentiss. Everything had fallen in his favour. Meeting her deadly stare with a brazen one of his own, he allowed himself a leisurely tour around her, taking in every nuance of her beauty. He admired the elegant curve of her spine and how it sloped gracefully into the swell of her hard ass. He lingered on her magnificently toned thighs and calves. He all but drooled in a cartoon wolfish style over the deep canyon between those full breasts. “So fucking fine,” he said, enjoying the obscene alliteration, his cock swelling big against the interior netting of his shorts as he reached out to touch. “To think I nearly missed out on all this …”

He drew his fingers from her clavicle all the way down between that magnificent cleavage, fiendishly turned on by her sexy brand of reluctance. However much she hated him in that moment, those nipples were poking in fierce bullets through the material of the bikini. Heart pumping blood to his already tumescent dick, he reached out with both hands and plucked the material free of those traitorous pointed peaks. With an inner riot of excitement at his new bad-ass credentials, he scooped up Felicity Fox’s superb tits in his palms and squeezed.

“God, your nipples are like raspberries,” he observed with jubilation, and he pinched and tugged at both the engorged fruits to Felicity’s flush-cheeked indignation. His cock bulging to new hardness in his shorts, he gently tormented her breasts. “How does that feel? Do you like it?” He uncoiled his tongue to slither it all over one of the nipples he had abused, the tip rough and rigid against his tongue. The object of his lust gasped with unexpected pleasure, and he transferred his attentions to the other peak to elicit a similar response. Then he retracted his tongue and fondled both firm mounds in a slow caress, watching her eyes cloud with the beginnings of desire.

“See? Tonight you’re mine and nobody else’s. No one will know what a naughty bitch you’ve been.”

“God, you bastard,” she moaned, as he cupped and squeezed. “You dirty fuck.”

“Soon,” he said, gliding his hands from her fabulous tits, down the hour-glass curve of her waist and hips. He strolled around her, trailing one hand against her thigh to the swell of her ass. “I want to appreciate you properly first. So many guys at school want to get a good look at this. How fucking lucky am I?” Her ass-cheeks were beach-ball firm and he smacked one of them, revelling in the sound of his palm on such taut flesh. She let out an undignified squeak and he massaged the soreness out of her ass with the slapping-hand.

All his most delicious dreams were coming true by the moment. She was trembling now, this girl, succumbing to his seductive wiles despite all her protestations of rage. It was time to get naked with her, to show Felicity what he had got. With one final squeeze to her ass, he paced back to the dining-table.

Salivating in anticipation he drew his tee-shirt up over his head and chucked it aside, thankful that he’d pumped some serious bench presses in recent weeks, providing his upper body with a degree of muscular definition. Yes – he could see it in her eyes. This girl was impressed in spite of herself. Encouraged, he dropped his shorts and stepped out of them, so that he could stand before her naked and proud. Yeah – that’s right, Felicity, look at my cock. He knew that neither she nor any other woman would find it wanting. She’d just needed the right kind of motivation to give it her time and attention. Her gaze lingered on his erection and he gave it a leisurely stroke.

“Whadda you think of that?” he ventured.

“I’ve seen better,” she said, a low edge to her voice.

“I’ll bet you have … I mean …” He faltered at his own faux pas, but refused to be put off my Felicity’s almost-smirk. “Yeah, right. Sure you have. Get on your knees.”

“What?”

Her renewed shock pleased him. It was time to take Felicity Fox down another peg. “You heard me,” he said. “Get down on all fours now – and crawl to me.”

*

How the fuck did I let this happen?

Felicity made sure that her grimace was at odds with the submissive posture she adopted. Evan-fucking-Prentiss had groped her tits and felt up her naked ass and now this? Her breasts were still thrusting out of the pitifully inadequate bikini he had provided her and now she was kneeling on his parents’ thick-pile carpet, stalking pace by galling pace towards him. Had she not been manipulated into the arrangement, she realised with a renewed flash of resentment, she might have been enjoying the game – even with a prick like Prentiss. But to be subjected to the whims of his filthy adolescent mind for the sake of a nude photograph …

She made sure her approach was slow, disguising it as sensuality rather than stalling for time. But the straw of hope she’d had been clinging to since sending her desperate message was proving vain. Her ploy had failed. No rescue was coming.

“That’s it, girl, get your sexy ass over here. Nice and slow – I like that. Look at me while you do it. I’m the boss of you tonight, Felicity, and don’t you forget it.”

Damn him. She stalked a leonine path towards the smug bastard, as he leaned against his own mother’s table and palmed his erection. It was more impressive than she’d let him know – indeed he was more substantial and brawny all over than she remembered. Inside, however, he was still the same scrawny skater kid – the one who’d been too clearly pleased with himself for getting to accompany her on New Year’s Eve to win his way into her panties. This fucker had to resort to blackmail. If she was going to be controlled, at least it might have been with a real man, not some cocky kid …

He was stroking himself to full readiness as she neared, his lips twisted into a conqueror’s grin. At least he was showing a bit of self-possession; it did something to make anticipation fizz in her lower belly. Still, he was one seedy slip of a boy, however wiry with muscle, and she’d make him pay. He proffered his cock and she paused before it, glaring into his eyes.

“Go on,” he said. “I’m not gonna wait all day. Wrap your mouth around my cock and get sucking.”

Goddamn this bastard to hell. This is Cole’s blow-job, not his.

There was no cheating the moment, however. Felicity reached up with her body, elongating her swan-like neck and opening wide. Then he thrust his groin, and her mouth was suddenly full of Evan’s throbbing dick. She closed her lips about him and curled her tongue around the underside of his thickened shaft, giving the fucker what he wanted. He reached with one hand, triceps flexing, and bunched her thick hair with both fists, securing her in place. “That’s it, baby,” he said, and she flinched with annoyance – at both the endearment and the depth of husky pleasure in his tone. “Go on, girl, suck that cock.”

Felicity Fox did what she had to do in these circumstances of her own making. She caressed the head of her blackmailer’s engorged prick with her mouth, sliding her lips back and forth on his shaft. Her tongue glided against him and she sucked him to an even harder resolution, giving him plenty of head-bobbing action on which to gaze; she was working him so thoroughly he didn’t even have to apply pressure with his hand. Her efforts weren’t quite enough for him, though.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his vocal chords constricted now by the degree of his gratified lust. “I want to see those pretty blue eyes.”

She stared up at him, letting the anger burn through, trying not to let it be overtaken by the treacherous arousal that was building up within her. If he was aware of her contempt, he did not seem to mind it. Presumably he was too taken by the stretch of her crimson lips around his girth to give a stuff. “That’s it, baby,” he said, elation in his eighteen-year-old face at having his cock sucked by his object of his desire. “Look at me while you suck my cock.”

That’s what I am doing, you jackass. What fucking choice do I have here?

But she’d had some kind of choice, she knew. She could have run the gauntlet of her parents’ displeasure and landed this guy in a shitload of trouble. Only that would have been way too excruciating. Better to play this fucker’s game until she could think of a better plan. But what? It was difficult to think of anything with her mouth stuffed full of hard, salty cock. Perhaps he saw her thoughts straying from the task in progress, because he seized her hair with a second hand and bore her further down on him.

“Take it in, that’s right, suck on it. There’s no dodging this, girl. You’re going to fucking give me what I want.”

Felicity gulped more of him inside her mouth – not that she was being provided with much say in the matter – and slurped vigorously on him. She’d been fantasizing in her darker moments about being taken by an uncompromising alpha-male, but had never figured it would be a stringy skater-boy who couldn’t grow a beard yet if he tried. The fever of desire was bringing out a new side to Evan and she fought against its tawdry appeal even as she fellated him. You blackmailing bastard, don’t think I’m starting to enjoy this …

He gripped hard with both hands and slid her further onto his rigid length, so that she almost choked. “See? Look how much you can take.” One hand let go, while her eyes were still wide with surprise at his presence in the back of her mouth, and slid down the long curve of her spine. He drew her down onto the lower inches of his shaft, delving into her throat, while his middle finger glided under the material of the bikini-thong and down between her ass-cheeks, searching.

Oh God, what are you doing, you asshole?

He slid over hers and went beyond, fingertip reaching and finding more wetness than she’d wanted to admit was there. “Look what we got here,” he said, and there was a galling jubilance in his voice. “See how fucking wet you are, Felicity. I knew you were getting off on this. Wanna get off together?”

No! No I fucking don’t …

He was thrusting into the back of her throat now, as his finger curled and slid with a humiliating ease inside her pussy. He pulled her off him momentarily, so she could breathe freely, his expression one of exultation. “C’mon, baby, first one goes right down your throat. I want you to swallow it all. Then you’re gonna suck me hard again, so I can fuck you.”

Damn you … She had no time to think another word, before he plunged her back down onto his slick cock and began to pump in and out of her mouth, his finger slithering about inside her cunt as he did it. For an inexperienced boy, he sure as hell had her pinned in place, using her how he wanted. She wished Cole McLaven were doing all this, belying his mild exterior, taking her how he wanted because she had hit on him. But then what had been the chances of that? This was what a girl got for thinking herself such a siren.

“That’s it, baby, don’t stop sucking. Take it all down. Get ready for me.”

Her mouth was glutinous, full with saliva as he squelched deep into her throat. This boy was going to come soon, and she could do nothing but gulp it all down like the plaything he’d made her. His body was tensing, ready to propel all he had. Oh God, you filthy fucker, you rotten bastard …

And then it came – the thunderous knocking on the Prentiss front door, like a giant was trying to break it down. BAM! BAM! BAM! A great pounding fist, demanding entrance. Felicity’s heart jolted with excitement. Her own personal cavalry had arrived after all.

*

Evan stalled in the final stages of fucking Felicity’s face. Cold dread coursed through his body, dragging him back from the verge of orgasm. He pulled his cock free of his conquest’s wet mouth.

“I think you’d better put your shorts on before you answer that,” she said, her lips curving into a wicked smile. His erection wilted before the mockery of her newly-emptied mouth. Who the fuck had arrived to ruin his party?

BAM! BAM! BAM!

“Go open the door, loser, or he’ll damn well break it down.” There was a snarl in Felicity’s voice. She sounded like she knew what she was talking about. Panic storming him now, Evan scrambled into his shorts, semi-erect cock flapping momentarily as he dragged the garment back over it. Jesus – so she hadn’t been lying after all? He stood frozen by indecision a moment, then the pounding on his parents’ front door sounded again, even more insistent than before. Shit – whoever this was seemed genuinely prepared to break the damned locks.

Clad in his shorts, Evan rushed out into the hallway and paused in another moment of confused fear.

“Who is this?”

“You got Felicity in there?” The voice was coarse and male, but more restrained that door-bashing fist.

“He has!” Felicity’s voice rang out from the living-room doorway. “Garth, I need your help!”

“Open up, fuck-nuts,” the voice barked, or I swear I’m gonna break in and then break you.”

Evan shook off his temporary paralysis and took his chances. He unlatched the door and cracked it, ready to square up to whatever intruder had come to spoil his fun. “What the fuck do you think you’re …”

The door was swept aside and Evan almost with it. A giant stood framed by the doorway, his hands still clenched into great battering fists. The eighteen-year-old’s sentence dried in his throat, right before the blunt-featured tower of muscle bulldozed through the doorway, seizing him by the throat and shoving him up against the wall of his parents’ hallway. The stranger had tufted blond hair and was fairly bulging out of the tee-shirt he wore. Evan croaked and stared into the calmly belligerent face. Steel-grey eyes let him know this was for real. Holy hell …

“Get the cell-phone, bud, or I’ll rip your balls clean off.” The words were delivered with calm authority and in that moment Evan did not doubt that the huge guy would follow through on his threat in a literal manner.

“Okay.” He had to force out the word. The huge man released him and he stumbled panting toward the living-room. Felicity stood in the entrance, her bikini-top pulled back into place so that it afforded her some basic modesty. She had clearly been transfixed by her saviour’s attack on him.

“Fetch your clothes, Felicity honey,” the stranger said in that low hoarse voice of his, “then go get changed. I’m taking you home. I’ll deal with this guy.”

*

Felicity rushed upstairs from the living-room and ducked into the bathroom off the landing. Once inside she breathed deep relief. Her elation at Garth’s timely arrival had given way to embarrassment at her scant attire in front of the guy. Much as she’d have liked to see him rough up Evan some more, she would leave her personal trainer to deal with the situation in his inimitable style. Downstairs he was still barking instructions to the no doubt cowering boy. Her blunt, no-nonsense rescuer – what a stroke of genius to call him. It turned out the guy had uses beyond the gym.

She caught her breath and washed her mouth at the sink, rinsing herself clean of Evan’s pre-cum. The cocky brat had been moments from emptying a load down her throat, thus completing round one of his triumph. How sweet to see him robbed of that moment. The look on his face when that hammering sounded on the door …

Felicity realised that she’d left her underwear on the living-room floor, grabbing only her jeans, halter-top and jacket. Whatever. She could ditch the wretched bikini later on. Eager to view some more of Evan’s debasement, she pulled on her clothes and hurried from the bathroom. When she arrived back downstairs, the teenage blackmailer was stooped in the shadow of the big ex-marine, as the latter fiddled with the cell-phone. Felicity snatched her brassiere and panties from the floor and stuffed them hastily into the pocket of her jacket, eyeing Evan all the while.

“Hope you don’t mind honey,” Garth said, handing the device to Felicity, “but I prefer to take care of business myself. You do the honours.” For a moment the nude image stared her in the face. She moved her finger on the face-plate to bring up options and selected ‘Delete’. Naked Felicity blinked into non-existence.

“There, done.” She had a flash of embarrassment that Garth had viewed her naughty selfie, but it quickly faded into relief at the image’s obliteration.  

Garth took the cell phone from her. It looked tiny in his broad palm. “And just in case he’s got the picture hangin’ around somewhere else in here …” Felicity watched as he set the dining-room table, Evan also staring in pathetic silence. The boy did not even utter a sound when Garth balled his fist and crunched it several times into the cell, shattering it easily into component parts. Felicity did all the gasping, eyes lighting up with laughter. She had to applaud her trainer’s thoroughness in destroying all potential evidence. Then she remembered …

“He said he’s saved it on his computer as well.”

“Did he now?” Garth rounded slowly on the stricken Evan. “Get it.”

“You can’t … Please, let me delete it. I’ll …”

“Get it, or I’ll fuckin’ break your face.”

Evan scurried – yes, that was the word that best described his movement – from the room and returned moments later with a silver laptop computer. Garth took it from him without a word and took it into the kitchen. Evan stared in astonished horror as his unwanted guest set the device upturned on the tiled floor and brought his boot down on it hard. The hinges between the monitor and keyboard snapped as Garth flattened the laptop. He then proceeded to smash and grind it under his heel, plastic shards skittering across the floor as he shattered it even more effectively than he’d done the phone. When he’d finished, it was a mess of tangled wiring and circuits. Garth picked up the ruins of Evan’s laptop and dumped them in the kitchen’s bin.

“There,” he said, strolling casually back into the living-room. It was impressive that he could carry that muscular bulk with any kind of grace. “Try getting anything out of that.” It occurred to Felicity that some computer genius could probably fish images from the hard-drive, but Garth once again put paid to her fears. “Now look, buddy,” he said, poking a thick finger into the trembling Evan’s chest, “if that photo shows up anywhere, I’m going to hunt you down and pound your face to a pulp. Understood?”

Evan couldn’t even utter a word. He swallowed down his fear of the guy and nodded.

“Glad we understand each other.” Garth turned to Felicity. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Get me home.”

She turned to leave, Garth striding after her, but could not resist turning back to glance at Evan one last time. The guy who’d been fucking her face so recently was now limp in every sense, his plans as wrecked as either his cell phone or his computer. He’d come so close to claiming his seedy prize – how beautiful to see him robbed of it. Smirking at him, she exited in a glow of victory.

*

Seated in Garth’s Chevrolet, Felicity smirked in satisfaction. The terror on Evan’s face and the frustration of his (admittedly rather handsome) cock had added up to a triumph of the highest order. What a masterstroke, to call on Garth. If you wanted to intimidate a pest like Prentiss, how better than to conjure up a recently-discharged Marine who now worked as a fitness coach? The thought made her want to laugh. It replaced the taste of her boyish blackmailer’s salty cock with one of victory.

Her bulked-up knight was a great muscular mountain beside her, as he drove silently through the darkening streets, some rock band with which Felicity was unfamiliar blasting from his stereo. He looked an unlikely rescuer of damsels, it occurred to her, but once away from Evan he’d been polite to a fault, even opening the car door for her. For all of his big and coarse exterior, he was quite the gentleman. She supposed he was even quite handsome in an unsubtle beefcake kind of way; he was certainly more worthy of a date with her than the lanky teen had ever been.

Felicity brushed the latter thought away. This guy was okay for barking orders at her to crunch some more reps, as he gripped her ankles on a training mat, but he simply wasn’t date material. She’d always opt for someone a bit more suave. Still, he’d always have her undying thanks, and maybe she could even work out some financial reward.

“Look,” she said, smiling across and up at him, “I’ll have a word with my Daddy. I’m sure if I tell him what a great coach you are, he’ll pay some more for the sessions.”

“I didn’t do it for the money.”

Listen to him be so valorous. She was lucky the big grunt had such a noble streak. If he didn’t want reimbursing, then it was all to her advantage. Aside from half an hour’s humiliation, which Garth had so effectively paid back, she had dodged the consequences of her selfie-error. Such a shame Cole McLaven had never got to see her in all that glory …

Hang on …

Felicity’s train of thought was sent careering off-track, when she realised that Garth was parking in some street she didn’t recognise. She’d been meandering internally to the point that she had not realised he was steering the car into a different neighbourhood than her own – one that was slightly more clapboard, with dingy house-fronts and lawns not manicured so the same perfection as that of her parents. “Hey, what’s going on here? I told you to take me home.”

Garth glanced around at her and those rather thick facial features transformed into a grin that could have taught Evan Prentiss the meaning of ‘cocky’. In other circumstances his rough-hewn form of attractiveness might have been the thing to strike her, but sitting in the car beside him she was simply stunned by the transformation of his personality. “I have done,” he told her. “Just not your home.”

Felicity bridled with indignation. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? What – you think you’re owed some time with me? I’ll tell my Daddy …”

“Hey, lady, I don’t think you’ll tell him anything.” Garth drew a cell-phone from his jeans pocket, ran his thumb around the surface and flashed it at her. Naked Felicity was all over the face-plate.

She goggled at the image which only she was now supposed to own. “You deleted it …”

“Only after I’d sent it, honey. How dumb do you think I am?”

Felicity sat in the bucket seat of Garth’s car, her mouth opening and closing to no effect, as she floundered for an out-clause. Who was going to rescue her from her huge, burly rescuer? She’d already worked out the answer to that one … and it made her shudder in her lower belly.

“Look at it this way,” her fitness instructor said in a voice that was making her nipples curiously hard. “That little runt would have held on to this photo all summer long and still shared it with his friends when was done with you. All I want is one night’s reward for helping you out of a bind. After that you have my word as an officer of the Marine Corps and as a gentleman that your nudey-picture is gone forever. If you want to fuck me again after that, that’s all up to you. Let’s see how you enjoy tonight.”

He shot her that grin again and she shuddered to her girlish core. He made a good point, the treacherous part of her mind told her. One night paying off her moral slip-up with this guy would be vastly preferable to the way Evan would surely have strung out his good luck. Garth was turning out more of a bastard than she’d ever have expected, but she sensed an honesty that complemented his opportunism.

“You want that photo gone?” he inquired in the face of her silence.

“Yes,” she said, allowing her resentment to seep through.

“I’ve done so much work whippin’ your ass into shape, it’s only fair it’s mine, if only for one night. Now move that athlete’s butt out of the seat.” Felicity began to scrabble at her safety belt, such was the insistence in her trainer’s voice. He’d always tempered his demands during her workout sessions with a touch of friendliness, but that amicable tone was all gone now. “I’m real glad you kept that bikini on,” he said, having caught a glimpse of the strap as she struggled free of the belt. “You’re gonna give me a real show in it and then we’re gonna get down to the toughest workout of your life. Girl, you’ve got one long, hard night ahead. You got no fuckin’ idea.”

* *

Some men were good to their word. Garth proved his on the bed in his apartment.

He got her to call her folks first and leave a voicemail. “Hey – Mommy, Daddy, I’ll be stopping over at a friend’s tonight. See you tomorrow …” The message was somewhere between truth and lies, she considered.

There was little introduction to Garth’s sparsely furnished living-quarters; he took her straight to the exercise mat in his bedroom and led a literal work-out session with his trainee stripped to the inadequate silver bikini supplied by blackmailer mark one. “Go on – five more! Gimme five more, girl! Crunch those abs. Lemme see you sweat. Once you’re done, you’re gonna get a fucking you’ll never forget.” God, he was enjoying himself, watching her as she punished her stomach, thighs and ass on the mat, proving the extent to which he was calling the shots. The thrust of his training was held back for later, however, with a serious emphasis on ‘thrust’. He waiting until she was bathed in sweat before ripping the bikini sections roughly from her body. “It’s time, girl. You got me all fuckin’ wound up.”

The bed was well-sprung and Garth demonstrated its suspension thoroughly, while making good on his earlier promise. She fleetingly caught her own image while he was nailing her from behind, his fingers latched to her upper arms so he could brace her body as he shafted. Despite the physical duress under which he was putting her body, her vanity could only be flattered. She looked like a finely-honed porn goddess, stretched out from her kneeling position like a ship’s figurehead being fucked by Poseidon. A great stream of vanilla-blond curls tumbled over her shoulder and flounced every time his body impacted against hers. His furious work behind her was registering subtly in every inch of the flesh which he had helped tauten during their gym sessions – from the merest jiggle in her hips to the rhythmic bounce of her proud breasts.

Yeah, I look fucking good and the horny bastard knows it …

He looked good too, there was no denying it. Pounding away behind her, he looked like he’d been hewn out of rock with the loving attention of a particularly homo-erotic Greek sculptor. Even the sinew of the arms that gripped her was knotted with effort; his whole massive frame was ripped steel, popping sweat at every pore, as he persisted in his rhythmic thrusting. He was leaning back too, his upper body stretching tall from where he knelt, using Felicity as a counter-balance. His jaw was set with enjoyment, and why wouldn’t it be, with his hard groin smacking so insistently into the ass which he had sculpted drum-tight over the past months?  

But the most impressive part of the man was being reflected in that moment by no mirror. It was the part which had made her gasp upon revelation, the one that was currently stretching out her pussy to levels unprecedented in her experience. The steel of the guy extended to the tip of his thick eight-inch cock and she was feeling it all. The warm-up was over and Garth was thrusting home his proud extension, letting this young woman know what it was like to be fucked by a real man. He was sinking it to his clean-shaved balls inside her, with no concessions to her youth and her relative inexperience. She had inadvertently greased him from root to tip with her arousal, however, and it was shunting back and forth like a well-greased machine part, for all its taxing dimensions. Garth himself was a great muscled machine, after all, and he used all his might and bulk to fuck the hell out of her.

“God, I wanted a piece of this,” he grunted, persisting in the full impalement of Felicity. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, girl. You turned nineteen yet?”

“No …” Felicity forced out the word between his thrusts.

“Damn!” The thought urged him to even harder strokes. “Christ, my cock loves your fuckin’ pussy.”

Bastard. But her pussy seemed to be returning the love, even if Felicity didn’t.

“Time to fuckin’ suck my cock,” Garth announced, withdrawing from her. He’d dragged her from the bed, put her on her knees and stuffed her mouth full with his dick, before she could even consider the matter. The man was bulging-huge from his action inside her and his whole surface was glazed with the musky relish that she had provided. The same moisture was trickling all the way down her thighs. She adjusted to the new oral development and guzzled with more enthusiasm that she had done with Evan; this was her kind-of saviour, after all, and he’d been a good coach to her. The thickness of his cock tested her jaw, but she gave good slut, bobbing and gulping till she nearly choked and her eyes watered. She even sucked his great balls, while jacking him, an improvisation all her own.

“That’s it, no half-measures, baby. It’s what makes you fun to train.”

He rewarded her work by picking her up and putting her back on the bed, face to the covers this time, fitting her cock to her upended pussy. “Here we go. Ready for the finishing line, sweetheart?” Whether or not she was seemed of little interest to him. He thrust all the way back in, virtually climbing on top of her as he filled her cunt. The big fucker bore down on her, pinning her in place as he gave her a pussy-pounding she wasn’t likely ever to forget. He crushed her face side-on to the bed and thrust towards his fulfilment. Felicity’s hand wriggled under her body to access the clit that was blooming with urgent need. Fuck, she needed to come, even if it meant squeezing the cock of this filthy guy even tighter as she did it. Her fingertips made it to her clitoris and amid all the rest of the hard-fucked sensation, she began to rub.

Garth powered in and out of her, all but lying on top, crushing her into the surface of his bed. She strummed an urgent accompaniment between her legs, desperate to bring herself off. It had turned into such a crazily hellish day – she might as well get something out of it, right? The tension in her body surged to a crescendo and she burst into orgasm, massaging the cock that ravished her with the intensity of her spasms. His pleasure was a secondary consideration in that moment, however, as she jumped and shuddered and filled the apartment with her cries.

Her bastard lover just kept on fucking, cock spearing its way through her pussy’s attempts to clutch it. He rammed hard, and as she emerged from her own orgasm, she sensed the imminence of his. “That’s it,” he was muttering, “that it. That’s the way. Here we fuckin’ go …” He unleashed it, a hot torrent that filled her worked-out pussy, while he groaned a long, guttural groan. His body remained tense above Felicity all through his emptying, until the last of the tension had squeezed itself from his body, via the cock that was lodged so deep inside her. He held the moment what might have been a minute longer, gripping her body and regaining his breath, before he pulled all the way out and rolled over onto his back. “Goddamn. Now that’s what I call a reward.”

Felicity subsided fully into the covers’ embrace, evidence of his reward oozing from her pussy down her thighs. Rational thought had been pummelled from her by Garth’s cock and she lay panting her way back to clarity of mind. He’d fucked her silly and yet still had possession of the selfie. How much more would he be expecting, before he was good to his word? Would he be good to it?

Her ex-marine trainer might have read her thoughts. His great athletic body extended as he reached for the bedside table and he returned with the phone in hand. “So what to do with this?” he pondered out loud, flashing before her the image which had caused all of today’s trouble. “How much more fun can I have with it?”

Felicity sighed. She was becoming weary of the whole business. “I guess only you know that, right?”

He tapped on the face-plate to bring up the delete option. For a moment she assumed he was playing with her again, but then he tapped another time and pouting naked Felicity blinked into non-existence. “There,” he said. “All gone. And for the price of one good hearty fuck.”

One bruising mega-fuck. A fuck that had made her feel like she was losing her virginity all over again. She couldn’t believe, though, that he had cast away his prize so casually. Was that it? Or was the horny bastard going to jump her again anyway and to hell with the leverage? Her gaze inquired the information of him.

“You’re free to go,” he said. “I got nothin’ on you now.”

“That’s it?” It came out, she realised, like she felt somehow cheated.

“That’s it. Go shower. I’ll call you a taxi if you like. You know, I’ll even pay for it. Unless of course you want to stay.”

Felicity rose from the bed and stumbled, giddy from orgasm and the hard attentions o