“Punishment? Is this not punishment enough?” Emily Macks asked, shaking slightly with fear.
“Of course not,” Mark said, eying her quivering bosom. “I’m just taking advantage of the situation. I would have walked by your house if you hadn’t been masturbating to a pornographic video.”
“You, you peeping Tom!” the preacher’s wife blurted out.
“But of course,” Mark smiled. “I have my own deviancy as well. Now, we get better started if you want to get home on time. The tape is rolling… now.”
Pursing her lips, Emily reached over the side of the bed and lifted her sin red ten-inch dildo. Placing the head of the faux cock against her cunt, she shoved the plastic phallus into her pussy, eliciting a loud moan from her mouth. I can’t believe this, she thought while masturbating before the camera. I can’t believe this excites me even more than those damn videos.
“Don’t forget your lines,” Mark hissed quickly, hoping the camera’s microphone wouldn’t pick him up.
“I am such a whore,” she said. “Oh God, am I such a fucking whore.” Emily drove the phallus in hard, inducing a surge of pleasure throughout her body.
“Oh my fucking God!” she cried out. “Give me, give me that cock! That wonderful rock hard cock!” Her body spasmed with delight, rejoicing at the dildo filling her cunt.
“Any cock! Black cock! White cock!” she shrieked, lost in the ecstasy. “Red! Yellow! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” The body of the preacher’s wife heaved and writhed, her hands driving the dildo farther and farther into her pussy. She rammed the phallus in hard and deep. Her body exploded in rapture, her orgasm rocking her every limb.
“Yes!” she howled with passion, leaning back into he mattress, her body glowing from her exertions. Panting, she lifted her head, knowing she was facing the camera directly.
“This,” Emily said. “This is a, a Revered Production. Now go, go home and fuck, fuck a wife, any wife.” She grinned wickedly at the camera, licking her red lips.
“And we’re out,” Mark said, he pants straining from the performance. “Very good, Emily. Very exciting.”
“You think so?” she asked, leaning back on her elbows.
“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled. “A spectacular performance. Bound to excite all across the county.”
“The county?” Emily gasped. “You’d sell copies?”
“Of course. Why not?”
“But the law!”
“Oh yes, that,” Mark grinned. “Didn’t your husband get it drafted and passed?”
“Yes,” she said, drawing out the word slowly.
“Well, if it was discovered that you acted and helped produce a pornographic video inside the county lines for the express purpose selling to interested parties within the county, what a scandal would ensue! What do you think would happen?”
“You mean other than the public whipping?” Emily whimpered. “Robert would be removed as reverend and I’d lose my job. We wouldn’t be able to support ourselves.”
“He wouldn’t divorce you?”
“It’s a sin,” she admitted. “He might leave me to face the repercussions of my actions, but he would never marry another woman.”
“And sex?”
“What sex?” Emily lifted her chain angrily. “I’m lucky if we have relations once a month! Why else do you think you were able to take pictures of me?”
“Does he know of your activities?”
“I hope not,” she shook her head. “I have to wait for him to go out of town for various ecumenical functions. Then I spend all day masturbating to sate my frustrations.” She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “This may actually be a blessing in disguise. The, the camera excited me greatly. If we met once or twice a month, I wouldn’t have to wait for Robert to leave town ever again. This is great! We could even create a decent reason that he wouldn’t suspect. What do you think?” Emily grinned in Mark’s direction.
“That’s nice for you,” he said, smirking. “You can get my help whenever you’re hot and bothered. What about me? I may like to whack off as much as the average knucklehead, but there are better ways to release my seed. Besides, this is blackmail, not a cooperative effort. This is my show to run, sweetheart, and although I can’t fuck you, I will get my enjoyment from you in various fashions.”
“Why not?”
“Why not what?”
“Why can’t you fuck me?” Emily asked. “Are you only a voyeur? Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Your husband would notice.”
“Right,” she snorted. “Look, he never pressures me for sex. All I do is strip naked, lay on my bed with my legs spread, and if he’s in the mood, which is rare, he’s in and out. He’s out like a light from exertion and I spend the rest of the night trying not to wake him as I masturbate in bed next to him.”
“And if you got pregnant?”
Emily thought for a moment.
“I’ve always wanted children,” she said softly. “He’s never given me any. Perhaps you could do the job?” Emily smiled seductively and spread her legs, exposing her sopping snatch.
“Not if you want to get Robert’s dinner ready in time,” Mark said, looking at his watch. He grabbed the tape out of the camera. “I better get going as well.”
“Men,” Emily grumbled, sitting up on the bed.
“I’ll email you when I want to meet again,” Mark said from the door.
“Find something closer then!” she snapped, standing up. “We’ll need more time if you want to fuck me properly!”
“Until then,” he laughed, and closed the door to the hotel room. |