“An aura. Like a scent, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me truthfully now, Charlotte,” Thomas said. “Have you been sniffing those panties during the night?”
A stifled sob emanated from the standing cell.
“Yes,” Charlotte said.
“So you’ve been smelling my sperm?”
“Yes,” Charlotte sniffled.
“You naughty girl!” Thomas said. “For how long?”
Charlotte hesitated, then said, “All night long, Thomas.”
“And how did that make you feel?” Thomas said.
Another little sob, then, “Horny, Thomas. Horny for you!”
Chapter Eight
He doesn’t believe me! How could he? I sounded like a lying little whore!
“And the whiff of my cum has turned you into a bitch in heat, has it?” Thomas said.
Charlotte sniffed and wished she could wipe her eyes–if he let her out now, she had to look aroused, not upset!
“Oh yes, Thomas!”
“Did you taste it?”
“Yes!” Charlotte lied.
“And are you hungry for more?”
Charlotte hesitated. She knew it had all been leading up to this, but now that the moment had arrived, the words stuck in her throat. She thought of Peter rotting in a little cell, and she took a deep breath.
“Yes, Thomas! I want to swallow your cum!”
“I don’t know,” Thomas said. “This could just be a little trick so you can get out of there.”
“It’s not a trick! I really want to suck your cock!” Charlotte cried.
“Do you really mean that?” Thomas said. “Maybe I should let you stay in there another night to think about it some more.”
Panic twisted Charlotte’s stomach.
Dear God, no! I couldn’t cope with another night in here!
“Please, Thomas! I’m begging you! Let me suck your cock! I want to drink your sperm!”
Without warning, the door swung open and Charlotte squinted into the light to see Luke grinning at her, his eyes roaming up and down her naked body.
He stepped aside and said, “Out you come, you naughty girl!”
Charlotte stepped into the basement, resisting the natural urge to cover herself, and blinked away her residual tears. Thomas was sitting on a chair with a drink in his hand. He was dressed in a white shirt and casual slacks, and Charlotte could see from here that he was aroused. To one side of him was the camcorder. Neither of the men spoke, and Charlotte realized that her performance had only just started. While she had been locked in the standing cell, it had just been words–now she had to follow them up with action! All night long she had been rehearsing this moment in her mind, but now her legs felt like wooden sticks as she walked across the basement.
Think of Peter. You’ve come this far. Pretend that you are somebody else and give this pig what he wants. Let him think he has won. Put on a show–because that is all it will be!
Feeling sick to her stomach, Charlotte tried to ignore the camcorder as she lowered herself to her knees in front of Thomas. She forced herself to look up into his eyes and gave him what she hoped was an expression of desire as she placed her hand over the bulge in his pants. Thomas parted his lips and sighed as she massaged his crotch, but when she pulled down his fly, Thomas unexpectedly swatted her hand away.
“What do you think you are doing?”
Stunned, Charlotte rocked back on her heels.
Wasn’t this what he wanted?
“I-I want to suck your cock, Thomas,” she said uncertainly.
“Yes,” Thomas said. “You mentioned that already. But what makes you think I’m going to let you do it?”
Huh? Now what?
“I am a respected captain in the Civic Police force,” Thomas said. “You’re not worthy of drinking my cum.”
Worthy? You’re the one that set this whole scene up! You want this, not me!
But even as she knelt naked before him, Charlotte understood that the truth was irrelevant. Thomas was Res Publica and they were living in the new normal–what the hell did the truth have to do with it?
With a sinking feeling, Charlotte comprehended that this little drama was all for the camera. He was going to show this to Peter at some point, and Charlotte was going to have to follow whatever script Thomas wrote for her. The injustice of it all made her want to scream! She was going to have to become Thomas’s begging whore in order to save her husband–but after viewing these video clips, Peter might decide he didn’t want her anymore, even though she was obviously being forced into this!
But what was she supposed to do? If she continued with this demeaning performance, she ran the risk of destroying her marriage beyond repair, but if she stopped now, then Peter would probably never see the light of day again.
With a trembling sigh, Charlotte said, “Please Thomas, I’m begging you. Let me take your penis into my mouth!”
But apparently Thomas was not about to let her off the hook that easily.
“Why? Doesn’t your husband allow you to suck his?”
Here it was. The crunch point. The moment that Charlotte had been dreading all night and from which she knew there could be no return.
“H-He does, but–”
“But what?”
“But I don’t enjoy it,” Charlotte said, feeling the camcorder lens burning into her.
Thomas chuckled contentedly.
Yes, he is definitely going to show this to Peter!
“Why don’t you enjoy it, Charlotte? Tell the camera,” Thomas said.
“B-Because it’s–too small,” Charlotte said weakly.
“You’re saying that Peter Blanchard has got a small cock?”
“Yes,” Charlotte sniffed miserably. “And he doesn’t produce much–”
“Much what?”
“Much sperm,” Charlotte mumbled.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think Peter will be able to hear that,” Thomas said.
“My husband doesn’t produce much semen!” Charlotte shouted tearfully.
“Oh, dear!” Thomas laughed. “That might explain why you are still childless. It seems that you really did make the wrong choice in college after all! And all this time I had thought Peter was so manly!”
Charlotte hung her head. What was Peter going to think of her?
“Well, if you are so desperate to suck a civic policeman’s cock, you’re going to have to kiss my shoes first,” Thomas said.
Oh, God! This is just getting worse and worse!
Charlotte swallowed deeply and then placed her hands on the floor, prostrating herself in front of him, and then she pressed her lips against each of his polished shoes in turn. Then she looked up and gave Thomas an imploring look. He said nothing and looked down at her with an arrogant sneer.
Charlotte knew she had to say it.
“Please may I drink your cum, Thomas? I’ve been dreaming about it all night long.”
Thomas let out a theatrical sigh.
“Well, if your husband isn’t man enough, I suppose I could oblige.”
Choking back tears of shame, Charlotte pulled down Thomas’s zipper, fished around inside his underpants, and released his erect cock. He wasn’t anywhere near as big as Peter–which she recalled from that unpleasant locker room incident in college–but she made a show of gazing at it hungrily, knowing that was expected of her, and after a moment’s hesitation, she poked out her tongue and began to lick up and down his shaft.
***
Thomas watched with unbridled joy as Charlotte worked her tongue busily up and down his shaft, slathering it with her saliva before wrapping her lush lips around his cockhead. Clearly she had done this before! The once unobtainable Charlotte Dray was giving Thomas Mosley a porn star blow job on camera!