Chapter 1

When Sarah McBride saw the postman come up the walkway, she had no premonition that her safe, contented little world was about to collapse at her feet. Despite the bleak February skies, the dark-haired young woman's spirits were sunny that fateful morning. Humming a carefree tune, Sarah dried her hands on the kitchen towel and went to get the day's mail. The voluptuous brunette felt only mild curiosity when she saw the envelope addressed to Mrs. Sarah McBride. Probably just some ad, she thought, placing the rest of the mail on top of the television set.

It wasn't until she tore open the envelope, and its contents spilled out, that a horrified gasp escaped her throat. Sarah's hand flew to her mouth and her face flushed crimson. Her heart hammered like that of a captive bird as she clutched the letter with trembling hands.

DO YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO SEE THESE? the scrawled message read. THINK ABOUT IT, SWEET SARAH. BECAUSE YOU'LL SOON BE HEARING FROM ME AGAIN!

A strangled sob tore from her throat as she bent to retrieve the photographs that had fallen to the floor. Pictures Sarah had hoped, desperately, that she would never see again, that she had tried to shove into some dark and distant corner of her mind. Still, there had always been that nagging fear that someday, they would turn up again to threaten her happiness. As Sarah lifted the lurid photos, her hands trembled, for she knew that that dreaded someday had arrived! The sordid past she had tried to escape had finally caught up with her, threatening to rob her of all that she held so dear. Her beloved husband Mike and their precious daughter Jill.

Mike loved Sarah, trusted her, held her on a pedestal. "My sweet Sarah," he often whispered as he held her close. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have a wonderful wife like you!"

Every time Mike uttered those words, Sarah felt a wave of guilt ripple through her, for she was not as sweet and innocent as her husband imagined. And the tall, shapely brunette whispered a silent prayer that her past would remain buried. She feared that Mike would be hopelessly disillusioned if he ever learned the ugly truth, that the wife he held in such high esteem had posed for pornographic photos before they were married! Sarah had agonized countless times over the possibility of Mike's discovery of her sordid past, wondering what would happen if that fearful day should ever arrive. And she always came up with the same frightening answer.

"He'll divorce me," she whispered to the empty room, her hand clutching her constricted throat. "And take my darling Jill away from me, declare me an unfit mother!" The mere thought of that occurring made Sarah's lips tremble and her green eyes fill with tears. She loved her husband and daughter with all her heart. They were Sarah's whole world now. They had completely filled the emptiness that had settled after her mother's death five years before. Sarah had not really begun to live until she met Mike. The four years of their marriage, despite its problems, had been the happiest Sarah had ever known. And little Jill was the precious living product of their love. The twenty-three-year-old felt her heart wrench with pain as she clutched the anonymous letter in her shaking hand, for she could not bear to lose either one of them.

Who could have sent the letter? she wondered, her mouth dry as she stared at the lewd poses she had participated in before she met Mike. Who had finally unveiled the ugly truth about her, unearthed the dark secret that Sarah had tried, all these years, to keep hidden? That she had needed money so desperately during the final months of her mother's lengthy illness, that she had reluctantly agreed to perform lewd sex acts in front of a camera.

Sarah had not wanted to resort to pornographic modeling, but she had no other choice. Her modest secretarial salary just would not stretch to cover the skyrocketing bills resulting from her mother's illness. When she had tried out for fashion modeling, tall and curvaceous Sarah was told that she was not at all suitable for modeling clothes, for her eye- catching figure was far too voluptuous.

Not long afterward, Sarah saw the newspaper advertisement for a photographer's model. MUST BE ATTRACTIVE AND HAVE GOOD FIGURE, the ad stated. Sarah answered the ad eagerfy. When she heard how well the job paid, her spirits soared. Especially when the photographer assured her that she was perfect for the type of modeling he needed. The new medicine that the doctor had prescribed for her mother's pain was so expensive that Sarah worried about how she was going to manage to have it refilled. There were no other relatives to turn to for financial assistance, and her mother was solely dependent on Sarah. Landing this lucrative modeling job was the perfect answer to her financial problems.

It was not until she actually showed up for her first session before the camera, that Sarah discovered just what type of modeling the job entailed. At first, she was tempted to walk out and never return. The things she was expected to do made her cheeks flush crimson. Then she remembered, with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, that she had just received another lofty medical bill the day before for laboratory tests her mother had required. To add to her problems, she was almost out of the expensive pain-killing drug that her mother needed to lessen the agony of the dreaded killer disease ravishing her wasted body. And Sarah knew, with a heavy feeling of resignation, that she had no choice in the matter. She needed money desperately and this was the only way she could get it. I'll do it for mother, she told herself as she started to remove her clothing. And no one need ever know!

That had been five years ago. Death had claimed her mother just a few months after Sarah had begun her secret, part-time modeling. When her mother died, Sarah quit her extra job immediately. With her mother's insurance money, she was able to clear up the remainder of the staggering medical bills. Trying to put what she had done out of necessity out of her mind, Sarah never stepped in front of the camera again. She was not proud of what she had done, but Sarah knew that it had been unavoidable. She would do it again, if she had the opportunity to go backward in time, because she received some small comfort from the knowledge that her beloved mother had suffered far less because of the money Sarah had earned from her secret and sordid job. It's all in the past now, Sarah tried to tell herself, as she concentrated solely on her secretarial position. And no one need ever know!

Six months later, she had met Mike McBride and he more than compensated for the unhappiness she'd known during the trying time of her mother's terminal illness. After a whirlwind courtship, they became husband and wife. Now, after caring for her mother for so long, Sarah finally had someone to look after her. Six years her senior, Mike treated her as though she were made of spun glass. He proved to be everything a woman could ask for in a husband. Well, almost everything.

The only quality really missing from their relationship was sexual fulfillment. Although Sarah found her two-hundred-pound, six-foot husband extremely attractive, something was definitely lacking in their marriage bed. Mike was a gentle, considerate lover, but not very demanding or adventuresome. He treated Sarah like some fragile china doll, and somehow Sarah longed for more. Although she hated herself for her lustful thoughts, the pretty brunette found herself thinking, longingly, about some of the lewd sexual activities she'd engaged in during her brief, secret modeling career. The men who were her partners had been strangers to her, but still, Sarah recalled with ripples of both excitement and shame, she had responded to their touch. She had been instructed to portray pleasure in front of the camera and Sarah did as she was told. Only she knew that the response she displayed was often genuine, that she secretly enjoyed the lustful acts she was performing for money.

I must be oversexed, Sarah often thought, her cheeks burning with shame.

Sarah found herself thinking that often after she and Mike were married. If our sex life is enough for Mike, why can't it be enough for me? she often wondered. Sarah dreamed, in vain, about the day that she would know complete and total satisfaction after their lovemaking. Instead, the well-stacked brunette felt a vague dissatisfaction. Just once, she wished that Mike would take her roughly and savagely pound his big pole of masculinity into her cock-hungry cunt, making her gasp with both pleasure and pain. She secretly fantasized about hearing him use the same coarse language that the actors used during the pornographic sessions, of having him cry out to her in wild abandon instead of remaining silent while they made love.

Sarah found herself wishing that her husband would demand that she suck his cock the way she had sucked the big pricks that had been rammed in her throat as the camera clicked. Even though she cared nothing for the male models she had worked with, Sarah had liked the feel of their warm meat in her mouth. During her brief career, she had learned to suck cock with admirable expertise, so that her sex partners climaxed fast and hard, spilling their hot semen into her waiting mouth. Sarah did not have to pretend when she felt their torrid cargo explode in her mouth. The lustful gleam in her eyes was genuine as she eagerly swallowed their hot juices. Just as the frantic swirl of her pelvis was real when her male partners fucked her with gusto, cramming their merciless rods into her heated cunt from every imaginable position. Sarah had learned a great deal during her brief but torrid career. Not only about sex but about herself. And she inwardly feared that she might be oversexed.

She had hoped that marriage to a big hunk like Mike McBride would put a stop to the secret longings of her ripe body, that her husband would be the passionate and demanding lover she ached for. Instead, Mike had proved to be merely adequate in bed. Even though Sarah reached a climax when her husband made love to her, hers was a shallow response, a mere mild fluttering within her saturated vaginal walls. And Sarah yearned for so much more!

The thought of cheating on Mike, however, never entered the shapely brunette's mind. Sarah devoted herself to her husband with the same fervor she'd dedicated herself to her mother. The happiness of those she loved always came first with Sarah. That's why she never told Mike of her unfulfilled and persistent sexual desires. First of all, she did not want to hurt his masculine pride by intimating that he was lacking as far as his sexual prowess was concerned. Second, Sarah was convinced that Mike preferred her to remain passive in bed, that he wanted her to play the role of the sweet, innocent wife in every aspect of their marriage, so she remained silent. And she turned to a vibrator to satisfy the secret cravings of her frustrated pussy. She kept the plastic pseudo-prick hidden in her dresser drawer. It was only when she was alone that she used the mechanical aid to help satisfy the throbbings of her heated cunt. Then, Sarah would spread her legs and send the penis-shaped piece of plastic far into her leaking aperture, shoving it in and out with the gusto she wished Mike would show during their lovemaking. It was then, and only then, that the voluptuous brunette would cry out in wild abandon, the way she did not dare cry out with her husband.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she would gasp, her legs trembling as she masturbated with vigor. "Harder, deeper!" she'd beg, thrilling to the forceful penetrations of the whirling vibrator. "Fuck my cunt!" she'd cry, pretending that her husband was screwing her the way she secretly wished that he would. Although the vibrating sex-gadget did not take the place of a real, live prick, it helped to relieve some of Sarah's frustrations. And it kept her from turning to other men for fulfillment of her lusty sexual appetite.

Now, as the curvaceous young woman gazed at the lurid photos of herself which had come in the morning mail, she felt a tension building in her luscious body. Her temples throbbing as she wondered about the anonymous sender. Who had unearthed her dark past? And now that this blackmailer was on to her, what did he or she want?

Sarah grew tense, for she had no way of paying off a blackmailer. She had no money of her own at all. Even though she had been the sole beneficiary of her mother's insurance policy, the woman's monumental medical bills had consumed every penny. And Mike gave just a small personal allowance in addition to her household money. Scarcely enough to grease a greedy palm. Mike just didn't make that kind of money. Although they lived comfortably on the profits of his small television repair shop, it required careful budgeting.

How can I silence him? Sarah wondered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood. Sarah did not know the answer to her dilemma. But as her eyes passed over the painfully familiar photographs she'd received in the morning mail, the lovely brunette knew that she would do anything she possibly could to keep her beloved husband from seeing those pictures. And she also knew that she had been living on borrowed time. The four years of happiness she had known with Mike had come to an abrupt end, while a private hell had just begun. She was now at the mercy of some unknown and unscrupulous individual, one who possessed the frightening power to destroy her marriage!

As Sarah viewed each pornographic pose from her past, she became aware of another kind of tension mounting within. Along with her trepidation, she felt an undeniable sexual excitement course through her. Although she was ashamed of her reaction, she could not stop the ripples of desire from washing over her body. One photograph showed Sarah naked and bent, sprawled before a male who was denuded of all but a lascivious expression as he shoved his big swollen prick into her widely stretched mouth. The voluptuous brunette licked her full lips as she gazed at the photo, remembering how good that warm joint had felt inside her receptive oral cavity. The rapturous expression on her face was genuine as she sucked obediently for the cameraman. Sarah recalled the unmatched bittersweet flavor of masculine juices against her tongue... and her mouth watered. How thrilled she would be if one day her good-looking, well-built husband would grab her by the hair, the way the model in the lewd photo was doing, and force her to go down on him and take his rampaging cock fully in her prick-hungry mouth.

Sarah's voluminous breasts rose and fell rapidly as she breathed harder. Her heartbeat quickening, she turned to another photo, her pussy fluttering wildly at the shockingly prurient pose. Her jade eyes grew dreamy as she gazed at her widely split legs as she saw herself lying on a kitchen table. Her gaping cuntal petals flowered boldly before the camera, their pink folds swollen and glistening with the nectar of her arousal as the handsome face of a male model nestled between her obscenely outspread legs. His pointed tongue stretched forward, its wet tip probing her sensitive cuntal lips.

Mmmmmmmmm, how good his tongue felt! Sarah recalled as she looked at the familiar photo. She remembered how she had begged him to keep on licking her cunt even when the camera had stopped clicking. Before they had moved on to another lurid pose, Sarah had grabbed her partner's head and held it between her outstretched, trembling legs, pleading with him to make her cum! She felt a slow warmth steal across her pelvis as she remembered how the man had accommodated her, flicking his raspy tongue back and forth and up and down until she cried out in sweet release, her hips bucking as she slammed up and down upon the table.

Sighing, Sarah recalled how that had been the very first time she had ever had her pussy eaten. At first, she had been shocked when the cameraman unleashed his instructions, ordering her up on the table. The thought of having the naked male model tongue the dark triangle between her widely splayed legs had filled the big-busted brunette with revulsion. That is, until she felt the first touch of his warmly wet tongue against her lewdly parted pussy. Sarah remembered too how she had gasped, how her bare tits had tightened into rosy peaks of excitement at the thrilling sensation, how she had split her legs as far as possible and moaned with pleasure at this new and marvelous physical sensation. Even the cameraman had teased her afterward, saying that she was either a tremendous actress or she had had the time of her life. After that, Sarah secretly yearned for that type of pose, and she surrendered herself completely to the ensuing lewd acts.