LOST CELL
Hello my name is Amy, an ordinary housewife who has lived a normal housewife life over my five years of marriage to my loving and very supportive husband, Tom. Tom is a very successful lawyer in our relatively small community. He is well respected by his peers and all the community leaders. He has taken a very active part in protecting and aiding locals that are financially less fortunate.
Tom is now 31 years old. He graduated from law school, did a 4 year tour with the Army and is a Major in the National Guard. It is difficult for him to remain in the Guard because he is subject to being sent anywhere for duty at the pleasure of the Governor. In fact, he spent 6 months on our troubled southern border last year. It is indeed a sacrifice to be away from family and career.
When he was on active duty for those 6 months we spoke daily. I tried to always boost his morale and keep his spirits high pending his return home. Everything was going super well. It was his fifth month and Tom would soon be home. I was doing my ordinary routine of going to the gym to keep trim and fit for him, tanning, keeping the house neat and in order, and my other housewife duties. This is what Tom wanted in a wife. I offered to get a job but he preferred a housewife.
I always dressed conservatively when in public to present myself as the wife of a successful lawyer, likely future political figure. Just as I worked hard to present myself conservative in public, I worked equally hard to present myself to Tom as a sexy desirable woman. Around the house I frequently wore sheer clothing, mini shirts, or whatever might excite my man. I would frequently go to a nearby large city to shop for skimpy or sluttish clothes that would please him. When we traveled to locations where we were unknown I would even wear such apparel in public. I thought, "Life is good."
And, then disaster hit. I went to the grocery to get some normal needed items and somehow lost my cell phone. I noticed it missing soon after I had put away the groceries. We had a house phone as well as our cell phones so I dialed my number hoping to hear it ring somewhere in the house. No such luck. It was an older cell and really needed replacing but it was devastating to loose my contacts and other saved items. I did not bother to tell Tom about this so he would not be concerned.
I went everywhere to ask if anyone had turned in a missing phone. I even posted a reward notice on the bulletin board at the shopping center. Three days went by and there was no word. So, I went cell phone shopping and got a much nicer cell with many more features. I was able to keep my same number. I was sitting at the counter in our kitchen using my phone and address book loading phone numbers into my new phone when it rang.
The voice on the other end talked slowly in a very deep tone. He said that his name was Bill and that he saw the reward notice and he had found my cell. He suggested I meet him at the mall about 6 PM after he got off from work to pick it up. I told him that would be fine and asked how I would recognize him. He planned to park in a location far away from the stores and he would be driving a red two door convertible. I felt comfortable meeting him because we would be in public and in a location with security patrolling. I was wearing a shirt dress that was not tight and as conservative as one can dress.
It was easy to spot his bright red car especially since it was a convertible with the top down. I parked and walked quickly to the passenger side of his car. I told him how glad it made me that he found my cell and gave him the $25 reward. He told me he understood how bad it would be to loose all my contact information and other saved items. I was in the process of agreeing when he interrupted me saying, "Especially those sexy pictures." It hit me like driving a frozen stake through my heart. I had forgotten the pictures of me dressed sexy and nude that I had sent Tom while he was deployed.
I was in shock. He handed me back my $25 and said, "Get in and let's talk about the reward." I was quickly aware of what type of reward he probably had in mind. I got in the car and turned toward him asking, "Will you give me back my cell?" He was very blunt and to the point. He said, "I have a room at the Hampton Inn down the street. Go back home and dress in something sexy and meet me there at 9:00 PM. Why don't you wear that white sheer top without a bra and your black leather mini skirt with your matching sheer thong panties?" He handed me a note with the room number.
I got out of his car and walked to mine in a zombie state. I never said a word. The next thing I was aware of was me walking into my house wondering what to do. I could not call the police. My pictures would surely be seen by many people if I did. I could not call Tom. He was away and was not in a position to help. I did not want to make him worry. I went to the bedroom and change into the clothes this man had demanded. I sat at my make-up table fixing my face and brushing my hair. I wondered to myself why I was trying to look good for the blackmailer. I put on a light coat over my outfit so no one could see me dressed like I was.
I knocked on his room door exactly at 9 as ordered. He opened the door and invited me in. He took my coat and admired my tits through my sheer top. They were 38C with absolutely no sag. Tom often told me how special they were. He sat in a chair and had me walk around like a model showing off my outfit. He made me lift my skirt and show him my sheer thong panties, front and back. I took a deep breath and walked directly in front of him and said, "OK, what is it I have to do to get my cell back?" He continued to look at me as though he were undressing me. I do not understand why but my nipples were hard and protruding like never before. My body felt hot all over but I was shivering.
He took my hand and pulled me toward him. He calmly said, "You are to take off your skirt and top and give me a blow job. Then I want you to take off your panties and ride my cock until I fill you with my sperm. I ask him, "Will you wear protection?" He responded quickly and firmly, "No and you better enjoy it or do a very good job of acting or I put the pics on the internet." I stood in front of him thinking. I had to do as told and I might as well try to enjoy it if I am going to do it. I took off my top and smiled at him while I played with my tits and rolled my nipples with my fingers. I leaned over to let him suck on them. I stood back up to take off my skirt. I twirled it in the air and threw it across the room. I got on my knees and unzipped his pants.
His cock was big but not so big that it would hurt. Matter of fact he was 8 or 9" and fairly fat. It was a perfect size for any woman to enjoy. At that point I knew that I would not have to do a lot of acting to show enjoyment. I planed to give the best blow job ever and fuck the shit out of this guy so I could get my cell and go home. I began licking his shaft and balls. Then while holding his sack I kissed and licked the tip of his cock. He was hard and ready. I sucked the tip allowing it to pop out of my mouth each time. Several minutes later I took more of it in my mouth moving it in and out and sucking with all my might.
Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my head, stood up and forced his cock deep into my throat. I gagged and could not breathe. He angrily said, "You going to take it all bitch, swallow it." I worked hard to get it all in. I was gagging and taking it out for a deep breath and going at it again. Finally, I had his whole cock in my throat. He held on to my head tight and started face fucking me without regard for my comfort. He pulled me toward him forcing his cock into my throat and I could feel the warmth of his come in my throat. He must have come in gallons it all went down my throat. I do not believe I even swallowed.
