Sylvie sat down. There was a deadness inside her, a numb spot that she sometimes had before she was going to be sick. I must not get sick now, she told herself. I must remain calm.
Frank reached into a cabinet and withdrew a reel of tape. He congratulated himself once more and was thankful for the twist of fortune that had brought the tape into his hands. He fondled it carefully, thinking back to that night. Frank's dormant penis began to pulse with life as he remembered Sylvie Cassidy's silkenly naked body.
She had pulled him to her.
'Frank, you've got a cock in there… You've got a good hard cock!'
She had to have it inside her, no longer satisfied by his own efforts to help flier get the gilded candle into the tightly clasping orifice of her golden-fringed pussy. Pushing him down on the soft rug of her dressing room, her mind crazed by the drug Erick had sent to her id the guise of medicine, Sylvie hod mounted his rigid and startled cock.
Frank seemed to feel that incredible sensation still, and he wondered how much of it Sylvie Cassidy remembered. His long cock throbbed excitedly as he recalled the tightness and the strength of Sylvie's yearning cunt, wrapping itself around his upthrusting penis as she bounced up and down on it. She had commanded him to thrust the candle into the tight nether hole of her anus, and he had tried his best to do so, while withstanding her forceful attack.
He could not deny that it had been pleasurable to serve Mrs. Cassidy in that manner, and when young Mr. Ron had entered, he too had felt the same way. Sylvie had been pressed between the two of them, her brotherin- law Ron and himself, at one point, and Frank had found her stretched and throbbing rectum a willing receptacle for his lustfully hard cock.
He remembered how much Sylvie had seemed to like having the two ramming, worming penises inside her at once, and it was then that Frank had ejaculated far into his employer's wife's buttock-cushioned anus, in the most powerful orgasm that he had ever known. When the youngest brother, Erick, came in, Frank was already getting hard again, and he was hoping that he might be called upon one more time to satisfy the outlandish craving that consumed Sylvie Cassidy's deeply tanned, honeyand-gold nakedness.
It was not to be, however, and Frank had thought it best to leave swiftly via the service door when Sylvie's husband, the senator-to-be, came in and found them all lustfully writhing with his lewdly drugged wife.
The entire story might have ended there, Prank thought now as he fondled the tape, had he not chanced to pass the open library door downstairs on his way to the back of the house. Something made him go in, and there he found the minute tape recorder on the floor.
His father before him had often told him that a man's chance often came but once in a lifetime, and if he is lucky enough to see it he must grab at it while he can. It had been a simple matter to borrow Morrison, the chauffeur's, taping equipment and to make a copy of the contents of the recording in his own small room then and there. He had done so and slipped the little recorder back exactly where he'd found it, and no one had ever been the wiser. Until now, at least.
Frank did not know what had made him do it. Perhaps the untoward events in which he had so recently indulged had changed his thinking so that he was able to foresee that the little tape recorder might contain something of value to him. He had not dreamed that it would be a tape of Sylvie and Erick, her husband's youngest brother, making furious and ecstatic love. It had been quite a bonus for the elderly valet to play this tape back to himself while the others were still upstairs working out their lusts. He had enjoyed hearing Mrs. Cassidy's groans of desire, and Frank thought how much company the little tape had been to him all these years. Why, prior to that evening he had been certain that his youth was gone. He rarely thought of such things. As a younger man, he had known many young girls, but none of them had matched Mrs.
Cassidy in either beauty or in sensual intensity!
He slipped the tape onto his machine now, aware that Sylvie Cassidy was watching his every move.
'Would you like to hear this?' he inquired. 'I'd like you to tell me if you think I should include this part in the book.'
Dumbly, Sylvie nodded. She could feel her palms sweating, and the tape began. What could it possibly be, she wondered, terrified.
'I… want… a… girl… just… like… the girl… that married… dear old… Dad!… You ain't seen nothing yet!'
Sylvie almost fell off the chair. That tape had been destroyed long ago! She had been present when her husband burned it! Yet here it was … back to haunt her! The unmistakable sounds of Sylvie's voice lewdly enticing her husband's youngest brother in a hotel room, inviting him to look at her nakedness, filled the small bedroom. Erick had spliced the secretly-made tape later on so that Sylvie's later attempts to stop the course of events that she had started were completely erased. There followed only the intensely wet sounds and blissful gurglings of human copulation. Sylvie once more heard herself screaming as Erick's hard pounding cock brought a release to all her built-up tensions. Over and over again she cried out as her orgasms accumulated and grew stronger and stronger. 'Oh fuck me fuck me harder harder!'
Sylvie wanted to stand up and rip the tape to shreds. Anger replaced her original fear, and she glared at Frank's happily listening face.
'That could be anyone… anyone at all! You must be crazy to think you can make anyone believe…'
'Oh, Mrs. Cassidy,' Frank declared, 'I hope you're not upset by this.
Actually I did think you might prefer to own this part of my little book yourself. It is, after all, so… how shall I put it… intimate!'
Sylvie stood and began to blurt out exactly what she thought of Frank and of the tape.
'Blackmail!!!' she cried. 'You can't blackmail the cassidys! Why, my husband has already given you more money than you could possibly know what to do with!!!'
Frank was continuing as though he hadn't heard her. It was distasteful to him that he had annoyed her so, but then he thought that she might calm down a bit later when he had finished what he had to say.
'… and as for this tape being anybody, I'm sure you've heard of voice prints by now. They are relatively new, but already very conclusive when it comes to identifying voices I'm surprised that you don't know that, Mrs. Cassidy.'
Sylvie sat back down as though the breath had been knocked out of her.
Was it her imagination, or did Frank seem to be looking at her in a new way? She was sure he was looking at her breasts, and she could feel her nipples contracting fearfully at the thought. She kept her legs pressed tightly together as she sat primly on the edge of the sofa. It was hard to play the part of an indignant wife when that tape was still playing, with her own voice on it raised like a common harlot, wailing and moaning and obviously enjoying ill 'Perhaps you'd like to have a brandy while you listen to the rest.'
Frank was suggesting, and Sylvie seemed to hear him through a fog. She nodded yes, just to get him out of the room, and as soon as he had left she leapt up and began to try to push buttons and pull levers to get the tape off of the recorder.
Unhurriedly, Frank returned carrying two brandy snifters and a bottle of aged cognac.
'I hope you didn't hurt your fingers, Mrs. Cassidy.' he said.
'Actually, you may have that tape if you like. I have another copy.' He held the brandy glass within reach. 'Do drink this. I'm sure it will make you feel better!'
He himself took a deep sip from his own glass, letting his eyes wander over the slim, well-rounded body on the sofa across from him. He could remember every detail of its nakedness, every quiver of her taut little pussy around his sturdily-built cock. It made him just a little bit angry to see the contempt that Mrs. Cassidy seemed to have for him. It showed in her eyes, and then there was that thing that she had just said about money. As though he wouldn't have any idea what to do with a great sum of money if he had it! He didn't feel as sorry for her as before thinking of that, and of her unfriendly attitude toward him when he had helped her out that night, when she thought she might die if she did not have his own stiff cock lunging high into her rich little furlined pussy!
'What do you want from me!!!' Sylvie finally shouted out. The tape was going on and on, and the terrible compromising lewdness of her own voice was beginning to drive her crazy. Worse than that, the distinct noises… the all too explicit sounds of her own husband's brother Erick's hard cock rising steadily harder and harder into her moistly churning cunt. Oh God, it was too much to bear!!
'Why, I certainly don't care to take any of the Cassidy's money, Mrs.
