Selling Brielle, Part 8

Selling Brielle, Part 8

Story by All These Roadworks (2022).

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After Jillian had swallowed Joel’s cum, she stayed there on her knees, with his cock in her mouth. At first it was in shock at what she had just done - and an unwillingness to meet Joel’s eyes. She knew she was blushing. She knew she shouldn’t have done what she had. She was married. She was a lesbian. Good lesbians didn’t suck the cocks of their male friends. They certainly didn’t *enjoy* it, as Jillian had.

But then Joel’s hand was on her hair, stroking it, and she could feel the muscles in his stomach and thighs, which had been so tense only moments ago, softening into a position of deep relaxation, and it felt so *good* that Jillian couldn’t bring herself to end it even if she had been ready to. Joel’s whole body was telling her how much he had enjoyed what she had just done, and how much pleasure she had given him. And his hand stroking her hair was almost hypnotic.

It felt almost primal - a sense of pleasure hard-wired into her body at a fundamental level. As a child sucking at a breast, or a starving woman finding food, the experience of kneeling here at Joel’s feet, his cock in her mouth, his hand stroking her hair as though she were a pet animal, was filling an emptiness she hadn’t known she had. It satisfied something deep within her that had never known satisfaction, and filled her with a quiet contented warmth.

And so she kept softly sucking his cock, her cheek resting against his thigh, and she allowed him to treat her like his obedient, submissive pet.

“Thank you,” said Joel in a soft voice as he stroked her.

Jillian made no reply, other than to smile around her mouthful of cock, and lightly flick the tip of his dick with her tongue, making him gasp and grin in return.

“I take it you’re not going to tell Brielle about this,” said Joel, his voice not quite as confident as his words implied.

Jillian gave a little shake of her head, an almost childish gesture, still not opening her mouth, and the wiggling of his cock made Joel gasp, and another little trickle of cum squirted into Jillian’s eager mouth.

There was a long silence. Then:

“So… what does this mean… for us?” Joel asked.

Jillian sighed, and released Joel’s cock from her mouth. She looked up at him, her head still lying on his thigh.

“I’m a lesbian, Joel,” she said, in a voice filled with affection and regret. “And I’m married. I can’t be doing this. We can’t date, or… fuck… or… whatever. This was just - I don’t know, a favour, I guess. A thank you. You’ve been helping our finances, and helping me, and giving me somewhere to vent. And.. you’ve made me feel sexy. And wanted.”

“You are sexy,” said Joel, in a quiet voice. “And you are wanted.”

Jillian blushed, and felt her pussy wetten, and it was almost enough to make her abandon the conversation, take his cock back into her mouth, and suck him until he ejaculated again.

But she couldn’t.

“I don’t regret doing this,” she told Joel. “But I shouldn’t. And you know I shouldn’t.”

Joel sighed - and then laughed. “You know, if I were a more evil person, I *could* **** you. With what you’ve done with me, and all the pictures you’ve shown me of Brielle, you’d probably agree to be my sex **** to keep me from telling anyone.”

Jillian’s eyes widened in horror. Her head jerked up from his thigh, and her whole body resiled from him. He wasn’t serious, was he? He wouldn’t really threaten to reveal what they had shared? He wouldn’t really **** her to be his…

And, for that matter, why was her cunt suddenly throbbing with such distracting intensity?

But Joel was laughing. “Relax!” he said. “Jillian, I care about you. I would never do that. What happens in this house stays between us, and nothing will ever happen to you here that you don’t enthusiastically consent to.”

She released a deep, shaky breath. For a moment there, she had thought - but no, Joel was right. He would never do something like that.

At least, not to her.

“But you still want me to take secret photos of Brielle, right?” she asked, with a wry smile. “And get me to feed her your cum?”

“I think you want that too, Jillian,” replied Joel. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

He wasn’t wrong. Jillian blushed, and said nothing.

“And anyway,” Joel continued, “Brielle’s really been kind of a bitch lately, right? It feels like she has it coming.”

Jillian bit her lip. The way she was betraying Brielle *was* wrong. It was unforgivable. It was, in fact, criminal. And yet, she didn’t want to stop.

She couldn’t bring herself to say that out loud, so she expressed herself the next best way - by leaning forward and lightly kissing the tip of Joel’s cock again.

“And you like this, don’t you?” Joel asked. “Spending time with me? Having your hair stroked?” He paused, and added, “Kneeling?”

She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she kissed the tip of his cock again. It flexed as her lips brushed it, beginning to harden again.

“So here’s what we do,” said Joel. “When you come to see me, I’ll have a pretty outfit waiting for you, to make you feel as special as you should feel. You change into it, whatever it is - no questions, no discussion - and you kneel at my feet, and you share with me your pictures of Brielle, and I’ll masturbate. You don’t touch my cock, you don’t suck it, you be a good little lesbian and go nowhere near my junk. And we don’t talk about money anymore - I just take care of any household bills you need help with, and I’ll do that even if you decide to stop taking pictures of Brielle. Understand?”

Jillian shivered - although she didn’t know whether it was a shiver of fear, or pleasure - or both. What Joel was describing was in some ways a step back from where they were - from the world in which Jillian had sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, from the world in which Jillian was prostituting her unwilling girlfriend for money.

And yet in others, it was a deepening of that relationship. A formalising of an arrangement where Jillian dressed up for Joel’s pleasure, where her body was a decoration for his pleasure, and where her place was on her knees at his feet.

And the truth was that she wanted it. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, and nodded - too quickly, she knew at once. Too eagerly. And she knew from Joel’s smile that he had understood just how thirsty she was to accept this offer.

“Then it’s a deal,” said Joel - and he resumed stroking her hair. “Good girl,” he added.

And Jillian couldn’t pretend that those words, said in the tone that one might use to an animal, didn’t send shudders of pleasure through her entire body.

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They stayed there for nearly two hours. Jillian discreetly transitioned to a sitting position after a while, to spare her knees, but her head remained resting on Joel’s leg, and his hand kept slowly stroking her hair. He didn’t put his cock away, and Jillian didn’t ask him to. She liked seeing it react when she shifted her head, or said something flirty - stiffening slightly, or bouncing halfway to attention, before softening again as the conversation turned to more mundane things.

For some of that time, they talked about Brielle. Joel agreed that there was nothing to be gained in telling Brielle about Pastor George’s molestation of Jillian, or his implication that he would end up fucking Brielle. Brielle wouldn’t believe it, and the resulting fight would probably end their marriage. So Jillian would have to remain silent.

“But for all her sins, she’s not stupid,” Joel said. “The first time the pastor tries to grope her, she’ll know what’s happening. And that will be the end of her association with the church, and the end of all your arguments about it. You’ll be able to graciously welcome her back into your arms, and you’ll both know that you were right and she was wrong. Happily ever after, right?”

Jillian had to agree. Joel made sense. She didn’t really want Brielle to be sexually assaulted by the creepy priest, but maybe that was the price Brielle had to pay for being such a bitch about her church. And after it happened once, that would bring things to an end.

It was a comforting thought. Everything always made so much more sense, when she was here with Joel, sitting at his feet.

But everything must come to an end. After a while, Joel shifted, and said, “You should be getting home. Before Brielle gets suspicious.”

Jillian laughed. “With those **** I gave her, she’s going to be out all night. She probably won’t even wake up before noon. I could march a brass band through the house and she wouldn’t bat an eyelid.”

Joel was silent - a little too silent. Jillian had expected a chuckle, or a laugh.

She looked up at him. “What?” she asked.

He blushed, and looked away.

Now she was even more curious. “What?” she asked again - demanding, now.

“It was a bad thought,” he said, still blushing.

She stuck out her tongue mischievously. “Tell me - or I’ll bite your cock.”

He immediately and instinctively covered his groin with his hands, but he was smiling now. “Bad girl!” he chided. “Down!” And his smile broadened when Jillian instinctively reacted to those words without thinking, dropping back onto her butt, her face chastened.

“Look, it was just an errant thought,” he said. “I was just thinking that if there’s really nothing that can wake her up when you **** her like this…” He paused, then continued. “Well, that there’s no reason you couldn’t invite me round to the house on a night where she’s ****.”

He paused again. But Jillian knew now where he was heading.

“And let you look,” she said, slowly.

“And let me look,” agreed Joel. “At her.”

And Joel laughed, as if it had just been a joke. But when he moved his hand again, Jillian could see that his cock was rock hard.

And she had no intention of admitting it, but the truth was that she was just as aroused as he was.

(TO BE CONTINUED)